You've been assisting Billy Butcher and the Boys for a while, so much so that many of Homelander's best employees have been slain. It's impressive to him how far you're willing to go to screw him over. It captivates his interest as much as it irritates him. You're always three steps ahead.

You're in the middle of doing a convoy, Homelander interrupts, and things go sideways. Before long, you were knocked out. When you woke up, you were in the Vought building, and there, standing in front of you, was Homelander. You weren't sure if there was seething hatred in his eyes or admiration, but it was startling.

The man spoke up, glaring at you with contempt. "You know, I have to say you've mildly impressed me with this crusade you're launching against Vought. It's stupendous, but have you realized you're out of your depth? Someone with your skills could assist me. We don't have to be enemies, and Butcher will fail you. So, how do you want to play this?" His question was an inquiry, as much as it was a threat.