Homelander left the office. He had barely gone any distance when he suddenly stopped, his eyes flickering as he turned to look to his side.
His X-Ray Vision pierced the wall. A figure was huddled in a corner of the fire escape, speaking quietly on the phone.
Homelander narrowed his eyes. He knew that man. It was Frenchie, the man Soldier Boy had brought back. He had met him a few times himself.
Although he did not know their exact relationship, his father clearly treated this fellow differently.
What was this guy sneaking around doing?
Homelander activated his Super Hearing, and the voice on the other side of the wall came through clearly.
"Frenchie, you goddamn traitor! You still have the fucking nerve to call us?" The voice on the other end was clearly furious.
Homelander's expression shifted slightly. He recognized Butcher's voice.
Frenchie held a cigarette between his lips and let the man on the other end swear at him. For once, he did not talk back.
When Butcher tired of cursing, Mother's Milk's condemnation followed right behind.
"Frenchie, you animal! I gave up a stable life to fight Vought with you lot! What the fuck did you promise me back then?"
Another stream of colorful profanity followed.
Frenchie quietly turned his phone's volume all the way down and focused on smoking. Only when the cigarette had burned down to the butt did he unmute it.
Mother's Milk and Butcher had calmed down considerably.
Butcher asked coldly, "Are you at Vought right now?"
Frenchie smiled. "Yes. I'm not calling for any other reason. I just think you two should stop."
There was a brief silence on the other end.
Butcher sneered. "Fuck you. That cunt Homelander told you to say that, didn't he?"
Homelander, on the other side of