“This isn’t of any concern to us,” Miss Militia spoke, stern. “The only reason we’re here is to get information on the Slaughterhouse Nine, their motives, and strategies for responding.”
Interesting. “We don’t care if they’re taking over the entire city.”
At least she’s focused?
“That might help you in the next week or two, but a month from now you’ll be regretting it,” Hookwolf told her.
Perhaps true.
“Quite frankly, I don’t think we have any other choice,” Miss Militia replied.
“We do,” Hookwolf said. “They want us to lose our territories to them while we busy ourselves dealing with the Nine-”
Does he actually believe this part of it, or is he just saying that to manipulate the rest into turning on the Undersiders and Travelers?
“That’s not our intent,” Trickster cut him off.
“Pigshit,” Skidmark muttered. He looked angry.
Oh, you stay out of this. The grown-ups are talking.
Even Purity had a hard cast to her face, or what I could see of it through the glare of her eyes and hair. These were people who thought highly of themselves. Whether that self-esteem was deserved or not, they didn’t like being played for fools.
Which just leaves the question of who’s playing them, for them to figure out for themselves. Either way, there’s someone to be angry at.
What was that about no in-fighting, Hookwolf?
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