IN COLLABORATION WITH CODLOREFACTS

YOUR PROBLEM NOW


Valentina Peck


Peck gleefully delights in his newfound control over Requiem's strike team.


Transcript:
Peck: Well, well. How the tables have turned. Last time we got to chat in private was Outpost 25. Remember? When you came into my house, broke all my toys, and shit on my floor? You were like a feral street dog. With a bad case of worms.
Peck: But now look at you. All trained and neutered. On my leash.
Peck: I should thank you, really. All the trouble you've caused me these last seven, long months. If you hadn't destroyed my Inversion warheads, I wouldn't have the chance now to make you my... bitch. Well worth it.
Peck: And now you're going to stop Valentina. Maybe even kill her. And to think, Omega thought I was the traitor. You can almost taste the irony.
Peck: You see - She played them for fools. When she activated that particle accelerator at Endstation, I knew something was wrong. I could smell it. She was too eager. Despite the dangers, despite the risks, she was hellbent on turning that thing back on. Almost like she had a hidden agenda. Which of course she did.
Peck: But she's your problem now. You're going to clean this mess up. For me. Get it? Got it. Good.