Specter: Why have you contacted me?
Turncoat: I need some help.
Specter: With what?
Turncoat: I have a plan. I need someone on the outside.
Specter: The outside?
Turncoat: A runner.
Specter: You're a servant?
Turncoat: Of sorts.
Specter: Why the hell would I trust you?
Turncoat: Because you won't have to trust me.
Turncoat: No part of this plan will involve us meeting or me ever truly finding out who you are. Hell even the part I need your help with I won't be requiring any knowledge of when or how you do it so no chance of leading you into a trap.
Specter: And what is this plan going to accomplish?
Turncoat: It's going to kill a god.