We crossed several city blocks in silence. When we’d reached the lake Leviathan had created downtown, we began to walk around to the north end to Dolltown.
“So how are we doing this? Attack strategy?” Ballistic asked.
…he’s asking her.
She’s supposedly the one tagging along here on his mission, but he’s been fighting alongside her, following plans she’s laid, enough that he’s still, to some extent, letting her take charge. He knows she’s skilled at this, and he’s not going to let something like whose mission this technically is get in the way of using that skill for what it’s worth. And he just asks it, like it’s common sense.
I appreciate this a lot.
“Any chance you’ll let me make the first move?”
“And take all the credit?” His voice hardened.
Heh. It only stretches so far, eh?
“I’ll let you take half the credit if I’m successful. You can take all the credit if I fail.”
Successful… at what, exactly? You didn’t say first “attack”.
“I get what you’re doing. You want to make us Travelers look bad. Get yourself a bigger slice of the pie somewhere down the road. More respect, more power, and you’re doing that by wedging yourself into everything, getting hyperinvolved. Gotta be in first place.”
You’re a smart guy, but… nah. You’re being a little too paranoid, I think.
Either that or Taylor’s doing this subconsciously.
“Right. Then explain why you’re going overboard with your territory.”
Time to turn the tables and interrogate her.