"Caesar."
The more Salazar rolled the super name around in his mind and mouth, the more he liked it. Caesar, pronounced Kaiser like Caesar's name was really pronounced. "What do you think?" He asked the pilot.
"Err, fine name." The pilot seemed...loss. Damn Anna. August thought to himself. She had tracked August down to the airport and started to do her mind voodoo to the pilot before August called her and told her, in so many words, to cut it out. August went back to his seat and looked out the window to watch the Canadian countryside fade into the sea. Fedha would be missed. So will the foolish Russian who, despite his many flaws, was somewhat of a friend. The politician and Tony Stark wannabe won't be missed. Thou Shalt Not Kill?
Doesn't matter. I'm the one who killed Nantz.
And hell, did he kill Nantz. While the others were still trying to get their feet on the ground in terms of the situation, Salazar killed Nantz. Crushed him to a singularity that destroyed the mansion. The Nantz Conspiracy and whatever he was planning died with him. Not too long after, the whole Gala thing happened. Salazar turned himself into jail a few days...or a week later. Timey wimey....
Salazar didn't ask Charles who he was, how he got him out of jail, or even what the job was. All "Caesar" cared about was getting out of Canada before the whole place went up in flames. That Blackadder fellow must be able to pull some serious strings to keep the Gala Building collapse under wraps and out of the news. "SUPERS WALK AMONG US" should've been in every headline from Ottawa to London but instead, the details became muddied. Well, Salazar cared to fix that sooner or later.
"Everybody will get theirs," Salazar muttered.