"...I probably do not wanna know what went down to make Spartans so damn effective, do I?" Considering how fucked up the Project had been? He'd have good money on the system that actually fucking worked being just as screwed up and awful. Progress doesn't come from sparkling scientists with bloodless hands and clear ethics.

Bitches get shit done. It applies to more than just the office.

All that and, goddamn. York turns his head to look back in the direction where Wash bolted, frowning. No fucking wonder seeing him again had set him off. or. Just about set him off. "Maybe I should give him two weeks."