"Oh, all sorts of things. People are very willing to talk when they're underneath a scalpel," the doctor said in a mock thoughtful manner, his words dripping with a cruel undertone that spoke volumes. After what Whitehall had done to his wife, Calvin hadn't pulled his punches anymore. His methods had become ruthless and he saw everything through until the end.

Calvin's eyes narrowed a bit as he studied Rumlow again, shifting around the pieces of the puzzle this man was creating in his head. His fingers began to tap again, this time with a distinct rhythm that was most definitely code.

H-Y-D-R-A

"Is it now?" the man mused, tapping the same thing several times over. "Friends are overrated in times like these though. It's easier to keep moving when you don't have something tying you down."