Tesla: We all know … the abnormals are on the rise. And now, we just need somebody to lead them.
Tesla: Us. You saw how my Mini-Me's handled those trackers earlier tonight. Now just imagine, an army of them, huh? But massively intelligent! You and I could give the Cabal … (Helen shoots Tesla three times and runs, he staggers, rises, and calmly looks down at his wounds) Ouch.