
: I can assure you, Charles. We will handle Jason's body with the utmost respect due.

: ....Alright.
*Four of the agents take a arm and leg each and carry Limiter, almost as if they are carrying a coffin.*

: *Turns around to head back to the helicopter, but then turns back.* Hey CJ! He did have one last resquest!

: What's what?

: His exact words were ""If I die, tell them not to make a fucking statue out of me".

: *Can't help but smile softly as Fury, Wing, and the Agents head back into the copter with Emma and Limiter's body as they head off into the night sky.*