"So, it's finally happened. They want us to start scooping up all the half-supers out there."
"Why? They have nothing to do with us."
"Well, apparently they've been putting them in the Guard."
"How? They are checked for mutant genes."
"Checked, cataloged, and then hidden. Not our problem."
"Yes it is! The women find out we are involved in this, it's going to drag us into anything between the supers."
"Look, I get it. It's happened already, it's too late to stop it. We just need to gather them up. Even if they're damaged already. Got it?"
"Easy for you and the General today. My men and I are going to be the ones with our balls on sticks when this goes to shit."
"I can't change that. You tell me if you want defy this order or not. You know there's no gold watch in this job right? If you want out, there's a price. Snip snip. Remember?"
"Fine, then we all die like dogs I guess."
"Just gather up the guys. We will figure out the rest."