She rifled through the pages of the book, “Anything below one hundred and fifty, it’s tolerable.  Stuff we’d be ashamed for others to know, but we’d be okay with them knowing for the greater good.  We each stuff it in between the couch cushions, until we’ve got a crumpled mess and none of us know who tore out which page.

Looks like I did figure it out.

If we’re more or less safe, if the numbers aren’t too high and we think we can stand to have Cherish dish out the dirt on the others, we’ll take her up on the deal.”

I’m just going to go ahead and predict that the Travelers will overall have high numbers compared to the Undersiders, though I suppose we won’t find out.

Also there’s no way Lisa isn’t going to know or at least have a good idea of who picked which pages.

Nobody disagreed with the plan, but I supposed that doing so would look bad.  I closed my eyes as we went around the room, until Lisa tapped me on the shoulder and handed me the book.

Slå på ring, slå på ring, slå på hvem du vil
Slå på kjæresten din om du vil
Den du slår på slår du så hardt, så hardt, så hardt…

Where did I stand?  What secrets was I keeping, and how highly did I value them?

I had my deal with Coil, with the real possibility that I might wind up his adversary.  Lisa knew that, as did Brian, but the others didn’t.

Question is, would they have a problem with it?

I suspected that Aisha could be convinced to roll with it when Brian did, so long as we didn’t push too hard.  Alec and Bitch would go with the majority.  The Travelers?  They had other stakes in this.

The Travelers are really the main unknowns in this exercise, from our point of view.

That was more dangerous.

One-sixty.  I tore it out and stuck it in the couch, sat down and handed the book to Lisa.

Sure, that sounds reasonable.