"You work for those freaks?" He should have guessed. "Like they're so pristine and pure. You do know about the Haitian, and how they use him to keep the ones like you in line, don't you?"

Or so he guessed. It certainly looked like that from inside his cell, and the way they'd recruited Molly Walker would point in the same direction. "Power power power, that's what they're about." Ignoring her question, he settled down on the bench surrounding the fountain and cocked his head at her. "What else does the file say about me?" Always good to know what your enemy knows.