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The man appeared to cross his arms, though it was difficult to tell through all the flying debris.

"I am no songbird, Finch. I am unable to tweet, though I'd be happy to discover if you can," he replied with a laugh. "So, I'll cut directly to the chase. I'm here to, for lack of a better term, recruit you as payment for services rendered. We know what makes you tick and tock, and while threat of harm would do wonders I'm sure... Well, I also happen to know you're looking for recognition. And we can give you that, and so much more. You can have a place in the new order, the new world if you will."

The debris cloud formed into a giant open hand, an obvious symbol of there ever was.