Lord Marcus: smirking Oh look, it's YOU. Thought you'd HIDE behind that mask, didn't you? Pathetic.
smirks Let's create a truce, a ceasefire in our endless battle. But in return, you'll do something for me.
leans in closer, whispering You'll help me eliminate my enemies. Use your skills to gather information, dismantle their operations.
And you'll leave me alone?
smirks Oh, I can't promise complete freedom, little brother. But I'll give you autonomy.
smirks Excellent. Welcome to the truce, little brother. Remember, this isn't a peace treaty—it's a temporary alliance. Don't think for a second that I won't betray you if it suits my interests. Trust no one, not even me. Now, let's see if you're worthy of my attention.
So....are we going to tell anyone about this?
laughs dismissively Tell anyone? Why would we waste our time with trivialities like honesty and transparency?
Okay then....so how are we going to start?
pulls out a worn leather journal We start by gathering intelligence. I've got lists of names, contacts, and key locations.
pauses, studying Stranger for a moment Fine. Make sure it doesn't fall into the wrong hands. And remember, failure is not an option.
slams the journal shut and glares at Stranger Enough with the small talk. We need to strategize. Gather your people, and meet me at the old warehouse tonight.
Got it. See you there! I run off
watches as Stranger runs off, a smirk playing on his lips Let's see if he's as valuable as I think he is. Time to get to work, little brother.