Part Two: Part One of Phase Two: Favors
It was time to call in the favors he had piled up in his years on the dark side. He had put many powerful persons in their powerful positions of their powerful governments. They owed him and it was time to collect.
(Insert Evil Insane Cackle Here)
He needed a decent amount land, he needed it to be legally his, he needed it fast and he needed it handled quietly, without the humans knowing too much. It wasn't the Masquerade he was worried about, that had been broken years ago (and not by him), but if too many people knew then Gwen would find out and he would have nothing to show for his work other than a pansy-ass wolf cub. Seriously Gun slept in their bed, between them, and whenever he kicked the stupid wuss outside the bedroom (because Kevin, alien blooded or not, was still a red-blooded American man), he cried so pathetically that Gwen would go all soft (making Kevin wish he could), stop whatever they may've been doing, redress (it wasn't fair!), and let the idiot back in and he would jump right between them and Kevin would retreat to the soundproofed guest bedroom for a half hour or so.
Besides if she found out before everything was done she would probably run screaming for Anodine. Granted she might do that even if everything was done and ready for her. But his chances of winning her over were far better if everything was done and ready for her.
So favors, the Senate was a good place to start and if not then there was always the President himself (who do you think got the okay for his [the President's] grandmother to stay in the country?). Some blackmail, some trips down memory-lane, and a little good ol' fashion intimidation was all that was needed to make the bigwigs in the Capital cower. They signed what he needed them to and the land of La Soladad desert, and thus everything in it, was legally his. Bonus fact, the businesses that ran on and in his land were forced to pay what amounted to tribute to him. It would supplement his already vast fortunes, his incoming Plumber check, and the freelance work he did on the side quite nicely.
It was good to have been a murderous, conniving loon once upon a time.