“He has nine powers on his team,” Hookwolf responded. “Ideology isn’t important.”
That’s fair. We need all the powers we can get against the Slaughterhouse.
“He doesn’t have an ideology. He’s just an idiot.”
Faultline going for the kill with every word she speaks.
“Enough of that,” Hookwolf snarled, his voice hard with a sudden anger. “We don’t fight amongst ourselves. Not on neutral ground. Both of you shut the fuck up.”
Yeah, good. ORDER IN THE COURT!
Faultline shook her head and leaned over to whisper something to Shamrock. The Merchants settled themselves on the side of the roof opposite our group. Skidmark gave Grue the evil eye.
Oh? …ohh, is he still annoyed that Grue got to sit at the table last time and he didn’t?
Was he still resentful over what had happened at the last meeting? Being denied a seat at the table?
Well, this time you’re in luck, Skidmark: There’s no table!
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