Doɴ’т ιɴтerғere wιтн мy plαɴѕ, operativegaley.
Rebellion ought to mean that paradise is crumbling
with the people disillusioned, disenchanted, jaded.
More & more of Cerberus’ elite begin to stray. They
go rogue. They become defectors. Once a formidable
sniper, this woman’s no different. The cycle must
continue. So, he ought to rid himself of her.
Cheeks twitch, giving way to a ghostly smile. It’s the
kind of grin the Grim Reaper will flash before he
brings his scythe down — only, the Illusive Man is
a million miles away.
{ coɴтrol. ♦ } — ❝You had talent. It’s
a shame to see it go to waste.❞
♠