Character: Roman Torsvik (Roman Torchwick)

I'm sure many of you have already heard about this new Atlas line of defense against all problems in the world. But, thanks to my employer, we were able to get several of these until they appeared on the market. Right now many of your brothers and sisters are preparing a new operation in the South-East. And if you prefer to stay in town, then that's fine... But if you are really ready to fight for their beliefs, I will provide you the appropriate Arsenal for this. More questions?

- Thank you-thank you! Please hold the applause!
- What are you doing here man?!
- That's a good question, dearie. To begin with, that all men are bad... except me. I understand why you all want to see us behind bars, or - to your taste - all dead. But before you go claws, I would like to mention that me and you have the same enemy - the powers the people pulling the strings. Dirty, rotten people who will rule our Kingdom. The government, the army, even schools - all they are guilty in your position. With these pests it is high time to do something. Luckily for you, I'm the best exterminator around here. Of course, no offense to rodents in this room.

- What about you... Why do you until now did not solved this problem?
- Sorry was a bit busy stealing all kinds of Dust throughout the Kingdom, mA'am.
- Oh, you are just a standard for all robbers in ski masks...
- Take a look around, kid. This city is afraid of me: cops on every corner, prices on the Dust flew up, but no-one will be looking for in this abandoned warehouse! We have so much Dust in bottles and ammunition that we don't even know where to put it! By the way, guys - isn't it time you let me in on your Grand plan? After all, it can seriously change our next series of robberies to such misfires never happened!
Patience, Roman. You know it when it is really necessary. Especially because we already have enough Dust.
- Okay. And then what?
- We're moving. Tell "White Fang" to vacate the premises. Details and coordinates of the send night.
- Coordinates?
- We proceed to "phase two."

I think I gave you to understand that the deserter had to find out as soon as possible.
- I was going...
- ... give him a run in Vacuo? Well, that and mercury I assumed the removal of this rat.
- Well, he was more like a cat.
- Like Cougars?
- Kind of.
- You two! What I was talking about separate trips to vail?!
- I just thought...
- Don't think. Obey.
- Yes, Cynder. It won't happen again.

- Where did you get this address?
- Do you really want to know?
- Guessed. So, where you two were all day?
- To solve your problem. One of them, at least.
- I have everything under control.
- A couple bags of Luggage and a one way ticket from vail to the contrary.
- Listen here, kid. If I wasn't busy I'd take you, your little sidekick [emerald] - and you both...
What did you do, Roman?
- Heh-heh-heh... we Tried to get by without killing, perhaps?

- Oh, look who's back instead of itself has sent the kiddies! Looks like we're getting a divorce!
- Do not remind you of someone unable to have children.
- It was only a joke. And it speaks to me about where you two wore today.
What?! How?!
I'm a professional, sweet. Look closely - and, perhaps, learn some new tricks.

- You're upset, Roman.
Oh... didn't think you'd be back so soon, guys.
- We expected more from you...
- Hey, you offered to work together with these mongrels from "White Fang"!..
And you continue to work with them. We have big plans, novel. And all you need is your assistance.

- Hey-Hey-Hey, easy there, young lady!
- Brothers from "White Fang"! Why are you helping this trash?!
- Oh, baby, did you get the letter?
What are you talking about?
- "White Fang" and I collaborate for a common cause.
- In detail, or that little operation will end for you right now!
- Well, I wouldn't call all this a "little operation".