~The Boss's office-
"I never said anything about punishment or blame," Said Lunar. "That wouldn't exactly be fair considering I never gave you the guideline first. And If you were to die on a job, I wouldn't expect the enemy to foot the bill for your funerals...I'd do it." he added, in a disturbingly off-hand manner. The shadow shrouded figure began to pace in front of the screens, looking every once in a while to them, then the assembled employees.
"Look, Im not saying that deaths aren't ever going to occur, because that would be an impossible standard even I unfortunately could not hold myself to. Now that you work here though, youre held to a much higher standard, and if you wanted safety, well, not only are you in the wrong corporation, you're in the wrong business all together. No ones asking you to let criminals go, or to commit suicide, but..." Lunar paused as Scael gave his speech.
"You realize that under the terms you talked of, I should be killing almost every single one of you right at this moment, rightNot that there would be a damn thing any of you could do to stop me if I chose to do so at this point, but almost every single one of you is guilty of some crime or another. one of you is a war criminal, more than one is an interplanetary fugitive, The person you just rescued has mob connections, And YOU yourself committed at least two murders today alone Mr.Clawver, and only one of those could be argued was self defense. If committing a crime was all it took to earn a death sentence, none us would be leaving this room alive. Argh, it's not the words that piss me off as it is the hypocrisy and self righteousness..."
Despite not being able to see his features the Head of Lunatic Inc appears to actually be slightly upset, and the mysterious pressure filling the room seems to fluctuate slightly, as if reflecting this. It's only momentary however, and within seconds, Lunar sighs, taking a seat on the large desk in front of them.
"Look, the point is this. 90% of those men you fault were normal, baseline humans, with weapons frankly insufficient to take on who they were fighting, And the only thing keeping you and me from being the type of tyrants Mr.Clawver likes to talk about is the standards to which we hold ourselves. And that standard to which I hold you now is, if you are capable of slowing down time, or throwing things with your mind, or teleporting weapons out of your enemies hands, or stopping bullets with your skin, and youre fighting a living, sentient being who is not an obviously evil, debased psychotic who eats babies, and you have the means with which to reasonably subdue them without killing them, At least attempt to do so. Im not even saying you cant cut their limbs off to do so, thats what we have medical super science for. As far as regulations go I dont think this one is so bad."
He stood up,, walking back to the wall of screens to point at them. "To reiterate, this, I have no problem with," he said, pointing to a clip of Scael roasting the huge gangster with the flail after being crushed by his attack, "This however," he said, pointing to a clip of Scael savaging one of the two gangsters that had first approached them while his back was turned, " Was the action of an animal, an animal that didnt know how to react, and so fell back on instinct and savagery. Youre NOT an animal, Mr.Clawver. Dont act like one."
Message delivered, the being in the shadows retook his seat behind the desk. "Youre free to go now. No bonus for the captures, but youre still getting paid for the work, so try to get some rest. And keep in mind...if I didnt believe that sometimes, people deserve a second chance, then none of us would be here now.Try to get some rest."
((You start back outside the office. It evening now))