Lincoln was tied up and bound with his arms in the rope, struggling to get free. Luna was quite surprised that he was here against her wishes. Arno looked a little surprised himself, but then look amused and entertained. "Well, what do we have here?" he said, kneeling on one knee to make eye contact with him. Putting one hand on Lincoln's right shoulder, he announced: "Looks like we've caught ourselves Ace Savvy, mes amis!"

All his henchmen, including Chacal made small laughs and began applauding sarcastically and slowly.

"Oui. I am Ace Savvy, the one and only. You'll never get away with this, Arno Dumas! I will reign a card load of Justice on you!"

"Well, that's quite the tough talk you have there, Ace. But tell me: where is One-Eyed Jack? If I remember correctly, you and him are best friends that are inseparable."

Lincoln was a little silent, and looked rather nervous. "Oui." he said. "I do. But... he's not here right now. He's... having a hernia?"

"Oh please." Arno scoffed with a smirk. "Don't play me for an idiot, Lincoln. I know very well it's vous."

"How did you know?" Lincoln asked, sighing in defeat.

"I am a people person. I never forget a face when I see zem, especially if you just have a mask to cover your eyes."

"Leave him alone, you turd!" Luna shouted.

Arno frowned in irritation and gave Luna a hard slap to the face, knocking her on the ground. "Calm down, stupid girl. I have not laid a harmful finger on him." Turning back to Lincoln, he said: "You are very brave coming here all alone, my boy. Brave, yet foolish at ze same time."

"I wanted to save my friends. I knew that it would end up like this." Lincoln said. "I couldn't let my own sister be killed like this." Lincoln admitted.

"Very touching." said Arno. "Too bad you will not be able to see how I will reform all of France back to it's former glory."

"Wait a minute, Arno." said Mason. "You cannot do this! Just let my friends live!"

Chacal gave Mason a hard punch to the face with a beefy fist, with a cut on his lower lip, bleeding. "Tais toi! (Shut up!)" Chacal exclaimed. "You will show your uncle and your superiors proper respect."

"I'll deal with this Chacal." Arno intervened before his right-hand man could beat Mason. "You have brought this upon yourself."

"Uncle Arno, just let them all live!" Mason pleaded some more.

"I can't do zat!" Arno shouted. "They have seen too much. You all have."

"Are you going to kill me?" Mason asked

His uncle looked away as if he was thinking on the decision to spare his nephew or not. "Look," Arno breathed. "I wanted you and I to work together to bring France ze way it should be like."

"By bombing places and taking out dozens of people in the process?"

"There had to be sacrifices along the way."

"Oh, like we've never heard that before!" Jesse said.

"You're just as bad as Phillipe Petain!" Mason shouted. It was pretty clear to him now that; the uncle Arno he knew was too far gone and not the same man he had met times and times growing up. When Mason was a little boy, Arno seemed to like him a really great deal like any other family member would love one another. Now here he is; committing various crimes in his homeland all for this so-called "greater good".

Did Arno slide into insanity somehow? Did the years of being in his brother's shadow unwillingly make him an evil, bitter man? It was rather impossible to say since Mason's own uncle was excellent at keeping secrets.

Arno looked rather shocked and offended by what his own nephew and somewhat angry. Mason probably threw a heavy barb at him and it looked like he stirred up the hornets' nest. Many other Les Loups Enrages soldiers looked rather shocked too.

"And you are just a a bunch of Milice!" Mason shouted. The guards looked even more offended and mad over what the fire hero just said. One could say that he created a few heavy burns at his enemies.

If there was one thing a French armed soldier or French police officer hated to be called, it would be Milice. Luna, Sam, Jesse, and Lincoln looked around and saw how many of these baddies looked shocked. "What does that word mean?"

"Oh, and all of you Les Loups Enrages are a bunch of Carlingue!" Mason concluded

"How dare you." said Arno in a calm voice. louder, he repeated "how... dare you!" he grabbed Mason by the throat as if he invented to strangle him with his two hands. "You dare to compare me to those... those monstres?! (Monsters?!)"

Poor Mason struggled in trying to breath.

"And how dare you compare me to zat serpent: Petain! I am a far better than zat traitre!"

"Let's kill him!" a guard in the crowd said, who was just as angry and steamed up as his boss was.

"Burn him!" said another guard.

"Feed him to the lions!" a third one suggested.

At last, Arno let go of his nephew and Mason was having a moment to catch his breath. His neck hurt from being grabbed, but nothing too serious. "Mason, are you ok?" Sam asked

"Yeah. I'm fine." Mason coughed.

"We are far better than those people in history, and we are certainly better than you!" he pulled out one of the remote bombs with the switch and had an evil smile on his face. "Say au revoir to ze president, mes amis."

"wait!" said Luna. "Don't do it, man!"

Her words fell on deaf ears to Arno however, and he pressed the button, and a small earthquake was happening. turns out, the blast came all the way to Macron's quarters, making it catch on fire from the explosion.

"You... You monster!" said Jesse

"You killed the president!" Lincoln added.

"Which is good, but I am afraid zat was just the beginning."