They'll call us assassins when our work is done:
Cornelius Slate, the swift left hook of the Vox Populi!
*Snorts* They'll be trading Comstock's lie for a new one.
So be it. The Fitzroy woman and I are comrades of necessity.
I doubt all the men who reddened Caesar's toga would still be
seen breaking bread together in peacetime. With Comstock gone,
my men's past deeds will be sacred - and they will claim the
spoils due them. I need not live to see it.






















