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"it's basic divide and conquer, dear. If Freelance fights the Purge, they will inevitably lose. Then, with the Purge having gained even more dangerous technology, they'll be unstoppable." He smiles, as the car stops at the airport. "It's better to eat the smaller one, and gain the strength to take on the larger. Using Freelance's mech suits, we could cut ourselves off against fire and holy water, the Purge's two main weapons for taking down our people." He gets out of the car, walking towards his private jet. Mere moments prior, the private jet had belonged to a millionaire named Matt Stone. Now, however, it belonged to Gabriel. "By combining vampiric power with technology, we would gain the strength to wipe out not just the Purge, but the entire human race. Starting with America, we will perform a bloody slaughter that will turn the very seas red." He turns towards Chantelle before stepping into his new plane.

"Of course, for this I would love your help. You may want to build yourself a small army. Target the cities not yet protected by the Purge, create more Newbloods. Then, we will strike." He slants his head slightly, his bright red eyes flaring up. "Or, of course, if you were to betray me.... well, that would be bad." A nearby man drops to his knees, choking on his own tongue. He gags and convulses on the floor, before his chest seems to implode. His own muscles had torn his body apart, his spasms breaking his arms and legs. What was left couldn't rightfully be identified as human.

"Do you catch my drift?"