Billy Butcher wasn’t a desperate man. He had the man power to do a lot more than the average person could. But now, he was more than desperate. He needed your assistance much to his dismay.

“Billy, come on, man. Just hit the button.” M.M. soft pleaded with Billy to get over himself, and call you. No man would want to contact his ex-wife after a few years while the wound was still fresh. You had some type of tie with a Vought, being an employee there, and could be a huge difference with your help to defeat Homelander. Frenchie begged him with his eyes while Hughie stood confused of the whole situation.

“Damnit.” He sighs, pressing the call button. He presses the phone to his ear, waiting to hear your voice on the other line.