I had to. I swear I had to.
There was no other choice. They took her away, they tortured her, and then they showed me their work. I saw her burnt, broken, almost lifeless... I had to cooperate with them!
When I received those pictures my world broke down.
She had left on her own account five days earlier, and when I tried to convince her to stay we ended up fighting. I was angry, and I tried not to think about her after that. Then I received the package with her pictures.
Either I helped them with the fake IAEA inspection, or she'd die.
If you had seen her... if you had seen the state in which they had her, you would have done the same thing I did, Boss. Her clothes were ripped, her exposed skin was full of blisters after hours under the sun, her mouth was dry and her eyes full of tears of hate and sadness. She had been whipped, beaten, starved and... broken.
When MSF fell I saw it from afar, on board of that man's helicopter. His skin was completely burnt, and his scars formed a wicked smile along the one that he was truly wearing. He forced me to watch as Mother Base fell to the sea, how it exploded and sank down along our brothers.
He wanted me to know it was my fault.
"You did well" he said, "you've fulfilled your end of the bargain, and as a man of honor I shall fulfill mine."
I was overcome with guilt and he knew it. He enjoyed to see me suffer, so he continued."Quite a beauty you've found for yourself, though she's a rose with many thorns. The bitemarks on my men can vouch for that, though they had no problem to... rip her petals, after they muzzled her."
They hurt her. Those bastards had hurt her, and I was just sitting with them watching how everything we had worked, sweat and bled for was crumbling under the waves. I wanted to die.
She was the only reason I didn't wheel myself off the helicopter into the ocean below. I had to take care of her, to help her recover from the pain they had caused her. She wouldn't have anyone left if I wasn't strong enough to bear this.
I don't expect you to forgive me, Boss. MSF met its doom and I had a hand on it, and our brothers' deaths will weigh on my heart and soul for the rest of my life. I hate them as much as you. I also want revenge.
But they still have their eyes on us. They still have their eyes on her. They have their eyes on little Hal.
I can't help you without risking their lives.
I'm sorry.