Nothing will change his path. He will always fight against governments for what they did to his family. But he appreciates her openness.

"Alright." He said, cocking his pistol. "Fair point. My name is Maximilian Greer. Known to most as Entropy. There. You know about me. Now spill, or I'll shoot."

Maybe. But his motivation was strong enough. He didn't know any other way.

He's not a man of faith. He only believes in what his senses could identify. Maybe in time. Maybe.

Sure. "Greer. Maximillian Greer." He offered her a hand. Ready to recoil the moment he thought she wouldn't greet it.

"Ilsa. Faust." He purposefully separated the two names to make sure Dunn heard him loud and clear. "Does the name ring a bell?"

"Beautiful name." He hoped his cap was a good enough cover to conceal his facial expression. "My sister shared the same name. Madeline Greer. Probably with a different spelling."

"The way you said it couldn't even fool a toddler." His arm was rigid. If Dunn made a sudden move, he'll shoot straight and sure. "I'll ask again. Does the name Ilsa Faust sound familiar?"

Marcel Proust. He wasn't familiar with the name. Probably because all he's ever read were American comic books. "Give me a Frank Miller's Batman reference, and I'd probably understand." Fixing his cap, he cleared his throat. "She must've been beautiful, my sister."

"You should start reading comic books. They're like novels but with pictures. If you consider Fyodor Dostoevsky's works as literature, then I can say I'm a pretty avid reader." He glanced away from her. "Yes. She died. Not long ago, but I couldn't remember her face."

"Notes from the Underground and Other Stories. Bought it for ten dollars. Best read of my life." Again, Greer made adjustments to his cap. "Yes."

"She referred to me, on various occasions, as Ethan. Hell, she even persisted for a while. I want to know who this Ethan fellow is."

;-

"I have methods. I looked him up." He was getting tired of Dunn's stalling attempts. One more trick, and he'd hurt him. "And apparently, Ilsa Faust and Ethan /Hunt/, we're quite close."

Great remark, he thought. She really was a woman of knowledge. But he did not respond to Madeleine's statement on the book. "Yes. Thank you. If I could remember her face, maybe I could be sad."

"I need--" Greer was about to say his sentence when the woman walked away. Great, he thought. Now he needed to follow her through the crowded club.

"I see. Leave saving the world to those people."

He's standing where he stood.

Claps.

{{Mr. Greer will be back when I've found the right footing for him. But for now, I gotta roll.