She drummed her fingers against her thigh, looking back toward the building.
Looks like you’ve at least got her thinking.
“We are going to deal with them?” she made the question a challenge.
“Yes,” Brian spoke. “I don’t like that these guys are moving into this area.
Nice. Withdraw from this battle, but don’t give up on the war.
The War of the Docks is building up on multiple fronts, like we honestly knew it would ever since Interlude 2.
I don’t like that they’d go so far as to attack a member of our group. If we don’t do something to respond soon, it’s going to hurt our rep. We need reputation, it protects us, gives people reason to think twice before they fuck with us.”
Such as by trying to chase them out of a neighborhood.
“No, man, the E88 tried that and look what the Undersiders did to them!”
Bitch nodded. “Okay.”
Brian quirked an eyebrow, “Okay what?”
Okay, you’re leaving?
“I’ll go, and the dogs come with.”
Nice. It’s time to find a new doghouse.
Oh hey, didn’t someone offer to make you one recently?