"Section 31 is the rotting heart at the center of Starfleet." The agitation Khan's feeling is growing more pronounced, fists clenched and shoulders drawn tight. "The rank and file are oblivious to their power, but the Admiralty is poisoned."

Khan abruptly turns, pacing the confines of the elevator like a caged tiger. "Marcus found my ship, woke only myself, and then held my crew, my family hostage to his whims."

Caging an augment, particularly an augment of Khan's time - the originals, bred for their sheer savagery - was a exercise in disaster. Starfleet should be grateful that he hadn't done more.