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

[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.