Four words: Give him to me.

Look, I am almost utterly bereft of what most people consider “conscience”, so I can make the restitution for the rape/molestation charges last several weeks before I even BEGIN to get into the espionage shit. I figure I can keep the tard in constant pain for a few months, during which time he’ll not only give me all the people who work for him but spend hundreds of hours on the stumps formerly known as his legs begging to die. Then, with his tongue removed so he can’t swallow it and kill himself, and his spinal cord severed at c2, he can spend the rest of his very long life alone inside his head considering what he has done, being raped by orderlies and eating strained peas through a tube stuck up his nose.