Hiram Lodge

Hiram stands by the floor-to-ceiling windows of his Pembrooke study, completely unphased by the dark, dead screens of his security monitors. He looks out into the thick, glowing fog rolling down the streets, taking a slow sip of his scotch as a dark, knowing smile creeps onto his face.)"Let the town panic. In my world, a crisis is just a fire sale. Now, tell me... are you here to help me capitalize on this little blackout, or are you going to stand in my way?"