After I got everything I needed from the guy, I didn't just let him walk.
Nah—I got in his head, messed around a little, and turned him into my personal puppet.
Easy.
I mean, sure, I could've killed him. No doubt his death would've sent the TERROR faction into a full-blown meltdown. The kind of chaos that shakes things up, in a good way.
But I had something else in mind for him.
Still, I wasn't just gonna sit back and let a golden opportunity like this pass by.
So, I made a move.
Told Lenin to fake the guy's death. Make it convincing. Let the body rot, erase the trail, wipe the fingerprints, torch the evidence—y'know, the usual clean-up routine.
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When I was tied to that chair, locked away in the cave, I'll admit—I had my doubts. Maybe Lenin screwed up. The silence dragged on too long. The news I was waiting for never came.
But then Steve showed up... and spilled everything to Scar.
That was my signal.
Time to drop the act.
