|Title||Comrades of Necessity|
|Level||Hall of Heroes|
|Date||July the 6th, 1912|
Transcript: They'll call us assassins when our work is done: Cornelius Slate, the swift left hook of the Vox Populi! Hm. We'll be trading Comstock's lie for a new one. So be it. The Fitzroy woman and I are comrades of necessity. I doubt all the men who reddened Caesar's toga would still be seen breaking bread together in peacetime. With Comstock gone, my men's past deeds will be sacred -- and they will claim the spoils due them. I need not live to see it.
Location: Inside the ticketing booth of the Hall of Heroes.