“I haven’t had a smoke in hours,” he thought to himself.

He hid another Easter egg, and looked down at the basket he carried. Another 40 to go. Why did this guy have so damn many kids anyway?

A little over a year ago he’d stuffed himself into a sewer in order to commit a world-changing assassination. Now he was stuffed into a bunny suit at the home of some British official.

He looked around the expansive yard, and walked to another planter of flowers. He hid another half-dozen eggs. He scanned the area, and his eyes came to rest on a stand of trees amidst the expansive lawn. He managed to hide ten eggs there, and looked down at the basket. Another 24 to go.

He walked along the side of the house, and hid some eggs along the flowerbeds, windowsills. He took the opportunity to slide a magnetic ribbon under the paint where it had bubbled, outside the Brit’s home-office window.

Four more eggs to go. He found places for them along the edge of the fishpond. Finally, done. He went around to the front door and rang the bell. Like he’d been instructed to. And then he counted to 30 and made his way off the grounds. Just like he’d been instructed. The Brit wanted his kids to see the Easter Bunny leaving, but in order to preserve the mystery of the mystical creature, he didn’t want the kids to interact with the Easter Bunny.

Which was just fine with him. He didn’t want to have to entertain a bunch of kids. He wasn’t even sure he knew how. Memories of the sewer were starting to sound pretty good, compared to entertaining kids.

Years later, CSM watched the Well-Manicured Man addressing the voting assembly, wondering if he knew who it was who had delievered Easter Eggs for his kids, and bugged his house, so many years ago, before he became an official member of the Syndicate.

Step 1. Serve
Step 2. Resist from Within