“You assholes. Least you can do is drop the bullshit and admit you just want to take our stuff.”
Heh, yeah.
“Was thinking about it, sure,” Jay said, “Doesn’t look like Skitter’s coming back. Two days, situation like this? But you’re dreaming if you think we’re going to just walk away with some food. I think we’re going to evict you.”
“Evict us?
Well fuck you too.
“Move out of the way,” Yan ordered Sierra, twitching the gun to her left.
“Why?” Sierra asked.
So they can get to the food, I guess?
“Because I’ll shoot you if you don’t,” Yan said. “I can’t believe you’re not listening. You’re either stubborn or stupid.”
“I’m tired,” Sierra replied. “And what you’re doing here isn’t exactly brilliant. Think about it. Where did this food come from? The equipment?”
Skitter, and they think she’s probably dead and thus unable to provide more of it.
Or maybe Sierra’s talking about how there’s got to be some bigger man who’d take issue with their behavior.
“Skitter bought it.”
“From who? From where? It’s pretty obvious this place was set up after Leviathan came, but where’d she get it? She had it delivered. And the same people who make deliveries like this to a supervillain are going to be pretty ticked off if they find out someone’s messed with one of their customers.”
Pretty solid logic here.
The argument was feeble, and she knew it.
“If these people exist, they won’t show up tonight. We’ll spend the night. I figure we’re overdue for a party.”
Hey, Jaw, you busy?
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