Now we’ve got a big, big mess on our hands tonight [W6, Thursday, Pre-Curfew]

[hydrokinetics]

[Another day, another meeting. This one's more tense than usual especially with the lack of a small bat-child. Percy's right hand is sloppily bandaged up and his jaw is tight as his eyes burn with anger.]

Dr. Lecter knows we know. He's known since Saturday. Hal confirmed with me he's the Deputy, just like Hal confirmed to Dr. Lecter that we were onto him.

[A shaky sigh.] What the fuck do we do now?

Comments

[robitussin]

I mean, if you see another solution, Milla, I am really all ears.

[thatsthespirit]

[. . . she doesn't have one]

I don't have one. Not at the moment.

Then I suppose we can start our counterattack at the trial.

[robitussin]

Right.

[She pauses, chewing on her lip.]

How easy do you think it would be to split the vote evenly between them? Probably pretty tough, since it's not like we can say that's our plan to everyone else...

[impulsiveness]

We all get two votes, don't we? If we all agree to vote for both of them, those are six votes guaranteed.
But it's up to what everyone else does.

[robitussin]

Yeah. I just worry what they'll do once they realize the other is going to die.

[impulsiveness]

Maybe they'll outdo Felix. That's something nice to think about.

[... Not.]

[robitussin]

Right. That's what we have to be careful of.