Moros watched Maria as she drained the bottle of wine. He had wondered how she would cope with being threatened at gun point and found her reaction amused him. Although the act of drinking the rest of the wine was an act of fear she had regained her composure almost immediately. He really had chosen his associates well.<br/><br/>"No it shall not, I believe I have intruded on your patience for long enough" He spoke before rising from his chair and gesturing two the three women. "First of all I would like to thank you for giving me your time, I understand it is very valuable and hope not to waste it, however before I can proceed I feel I should make a few things clear." He spoke before glancing towards Trinity for a moment. "As you are all aware I once encountered Trinity at her daring bank raid, however I would like to point out that I was not a crooked cop. I rarely join law enforcement units for information unless I feel that I need to, in that moment I was simply a bystander that decided to pose as a cop. It really is quite remarkable how an advanced level of panic can make police officers forget just who is in their ranks and just easily a person can acquire a uniform".<br/><br/>Moros shrugged and smiled as if the feat was just a simple task before gesturing to Trinity with one hand. "That being said, I would like to thank Trinity for her delicate description of what will happen to anyone who dares break the pact of secrecy that I feel we share. I can honestly say that I very much approve her methods for dealing with such characters.".<br/><br/>He smiled contently before crossing the room and picking up a small black briefcase that lay submerged in the darkness of the basement. "Now Serfina fairly pointed out, I am required to give you some form of introduction as to who I am. I suppose that you could say I'm a visionary of some sorts. You see, when I was a child I always had trouble understanding why people thought that every life was worth something. I'm sure that you can all agree with me when I say that I believe that it is we; the strong and the talented, whose lives are far more valuable than some of the worthless peasants that reside in this world. My father was eager for me to learn this when he blew my mothers brains out because she protested against the intentions of his criminal organisation. In his view it was very bad for business."<br/><br/>He walked back to the table and lay down the brief case on top of its rough surface, he didn't seem to be at all phased by the recollection of his own father gunning down his mother. "You see ladies, I share this information so that you may understand why I can propose what we will do. I very much hope that you will be able to agree my out look on life; which is that the world can just cook and burn so long as it feeds the strong." He explained proudly before undoing the locks on the brief case.<br/><br/>"Which is why I'm capable of proposing a plan such as this." He spoke before taking out two newspapers from the briefcase and placing them on the table before him. They looked like ordinary newspapers that you could get delivered to your door step, but if they looked closer they would notice that the newspapers were dated two weeks after the present day. On one of the front covers it read in big bold letter;<strong>'Thousands Killed in Bank Bombing Terror, Company Left without a leader'</strong>and on the other it read<strong>'A Saint in Hiding! Secret Millionaire Lends Financial Support!'</strong>.<br/><br/>"You see Ladies what I propose, is that we make a hero" Moros said before pulling out a photo from the briefcase and placing it in between the papers. The photo was of a man in his fifty's wearing an expensive white suit. He looked like a businessman, he had neatly trimmed grey hair that had been put in a bowl cut style. He smiling in the picture but yet he seemed as if he was only smiling due to his own personal arrogance.