Coil sighed, “I did tell you that you could run your territory as you wished. Still, that’s not ideal. Would you object to a rearrangement of territory? I would grant you more overall area to control, but it would be limited to the outskirts of the city.”
Where there’s not much of a population in the first place. Makes sense to me, though the damage is already done in Rachel’s current territory.
“So long as it’s mine.”
“Good. And Skitter?”
I shrugged. “No threats, nobody’s daring to pop their heads in.”
“Then consider working on rooting out the individuals too afraid to show themselves, before they cause a problem.”
Sure, do some digging.
“They’re dealt with,” I said.
“I’m doing two sweeps through my territory every day. Only one yesterday, but we were busy dealing with the Chosen. I’m checking every building for trouble. If I find contraband, drugs or weapons, I confront the individuals in question. Past two days, I haven’t had to confront anyone.”
So that’s what she was doing when she was at Brian’s, out of habit.
“The only people with weapons are your people, then?”
I nodded. “I’ve got sixty people working under me, and maybe a hundred more who are working for me in an indirect way, joining the community that’s started on the cleanup projects. Filling, moving and placing sandbags to control and reroute the flooding, clearing the area Burnscar burned down, and setting up accommodations.”
You’re doing pretty well, Taylor!
Only thing missing is business, I suppose.