Jeff got up and stumbled out of the room.

Destra waited until the coast was totally clear.

Jeff walked outside the base and into the hospital.

Destra breathed a silent breath of relief.

Jeff walked into the hospital. "I'm here to see Matt Vaughn." He said seriously.

"Sir, Vaughn needs..." The secretary started.

"Right now!" Jeff shouted.

Destra left the building.

Jeff walked into Matt's room. "How are you feeling, General?" Jeff said, putting a spiteful emphasis on general.

Destra kept walking.

"Ya know Matt, I've been thinking. In the first war, you used Angus's instability to your advantage, putting him in dangerous positions that no one else was sane enough to do. He wants me to kill you." Jeff said.

"Angus is dead Jeff." Matt said. "You seen it yourself."

"Everyone thinks that, but I know otherwise. You're as sick as me Vaughn, and sick people like us don't deserve another chance." And with that, Jeff pulled out a pistol and fired three shots into Matts chest.

Destra heard three bangs, but shrugged it off.

Jeff put the gun back in it's holster and walked out of the hospital.

Destra kept walking. She just needed to think.

Jeff went back into the office. "Hm, it looks like my medical files have been tampered with." He muttered. Opening the drawer they were in.

Destra understood Jeff's thing about his dead brother. She imagined either she or Daisy would go crazy if the other sister died, too. But one has to get over it eventually.

"Sons of Guns need to be coming sooner or later, I at least need to set up defenses." Jeff muttered.