Bitch shot Tattletale an irritated look, clearly unimpressed that Coil had been informed on our negotiations.
I may have been wrong about Tattle wanting to avoid naming the one person who disagreed.
Still, she gave him a response. “Decided it wouldn’t be so bad to get help with my dogs. I still think you’re full of shit, but way I see it, you can be as full of shit as you want, so long as I get what I want.”
Heh, a decent philosophy.
I do wonder if Coil used his power to ensure she’d come to this conclusion, though.
“I suppose I’ll take what I can get.” Coil sighed a little,
Hehe.
“Which leads me to our subject of discussion. Would I be right in assuming these reservations our Tattletale has mentioned have something to do with me, and how I operate?”
A matter of trust. The e-mail incident was kind of a hit against it.
Grue and I both nodded.
“And you’re among these individuals with doubts, Tattletale?”
“Sorry. I’ve worked with you for a while now, I know what you can do, I even like and respect you. What you’re going for. But this last play of yours was fucked up on a lot of levels.”
Oh yeah, and the whole thing with Tattle’s thoughts on the e-mail – her disapproval of it causing not only the E88ers to be targeted, but their families too.
“Yes,” Coil conceded, turning back towards us, “You’re right. Too heavy handed a maneuver. A tactical nuke where a rocket launcher might have sufficed, with undeserving parties suffering for being too close to the real targets.”
That’s a good metaphor.
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