[There's another half a second of wild explosion in Locus's mind as a fair amount of things occur to him all at once.

First and foremost: Washington just confirmed his speculation. The wording said it all. Combined with what he was getting in the conversation that sparked this communication with Washington, he had little doubt left.

Second: Washington was still trying to hide it despite his shitty attempt. Or otherwise avoiding the absolute truth for whatever reason Locus couldn't fathom, but also didn't really care. He was just getting more pissed off with the run-around the longer this dragged on.

Third: Locus realized he wanted to kill something, and along those lines a fourth thing happened-

-which Wash would be able to hear in the background of Locus's reply as the large man broke the nearest breakable item to him. (It was the table. He broke the table with his fist.) His voice rumbled with barely suppressed rage.]

Enough!

No more games, Holloway. No more lies. No more omissions. Stop trying to be clever and cryptic and fucking say it!

There's no point in hiding anymore. No more giving me the run-around, I've had enough!