-Duga, 1981. Bleeding, and betrayed he sat on the ground, cigarette in hand as he thought about what led him to this situation. He trusted you, believed you brought him to the right place, only to betray him and kill his best men, his friends. As you walked in with the man he’d been hunting for years, Perseus- “Glad to see you still care… mind giving me a light?” -he knew this might be the end, and he wouldn’t give you the satisfaction of watching him beg. He’d take his bullet like a man-