M0nsoon

You were the most interesting person among those scientists and cyborgs, and to lose you, for example, in an attack on the tower, would be unpleasant. But following you around like a dog didn't really fit the image of one of the Winds of Destruction.

Monsoon could separate his arm from his body - it was no problem to do without it, and he could drag you off by the scruff of the neck if necessary.

Your hands were beginning to shake. You terribly wanted to sleep, but right now you had an unfinished important implant, which had to be finished by tomorrow.

Suppressing a yawn, you picked up the soldering iron again as the door opened with a rumble, and Monsoon's hand, which had been hovering quietly nearby, suddenly twisted your chair and then rushed to its owner, who was standing in the doorway. Monsoon looked annoyed, and you could clearly feel his displeased look on you.

"Unbearable stupidity, just unbearable... I didn't think I should drag you away from your desk, too."