09-27-2013, 09:31 PM
The Shadow Lord Kinswoman had some good points -- and when she spoke on whatever was down in the lower levels of Cold Crescent Lola's expressive eyebrows hiked up on her forehead, and her gaze found the side of Hector's face for half of a second, watching to see how he processed this suggestion. She'd look to Javed as well, of course, and from him to Phoebe, to Erich, to Reese, to all others gathered in that room.
Reese had volunteered to come along with, smiled and stated that he was Sam's brother. Lola seemed to puff up some, like she didn't care for the idea of a partner, and she didn't smile back in return if that polite expression was turned her way. If they made eye contact her chin would jerk up, just a little, almost as though in challenge. Yeah?, it would say, Who the fuck is Sam anyway?
But at least the Shadow Lord Kinswoman who was running this affair agreed that Fentress would be important. However, she didn't think that he ought to be killed. She figured that he should be scouted instead-- his information dug through, files searched, emails read... The Uktena drummed her fingertips on the knee of her jeans and scowled.
"Fine. We don't kill him yet. But I think we should detain him, at least. Interrogate him for what he knows. Hold him, keep him from fuckin' around with anything. What if he's actually smart enough to figure out when someone's been poking through his shit, 'eh? What if he can release a torrent of bullshit from the Airport catacombs? The city'd go to a mess, and we'd have to either let it or we'd have to leave Cold Crescent exposed again while we're trying to clean it up. Or, alternately, shift manpower away from Forgotten Questions, and then we're leaving the real Caern exposed.
"We keep him still, keep him from dicking around and changing or releasing anything. And we can dig through his data then, instead of letting the guy roam about free to continue his dirty work while we snoop and hope we don't get caught."
Reese had volunteered to come along with, smiled and stated that he was Sam's brother. Lola seemed to puff up some, like she didn't care for the idea of a partner, and she didn't smile back in return if that polite expression was turned her way. If they made eye contact her chin would jerk up, just a little, almost as though in challenge. Yeah?, it would say, Who the fuck is Sam anyway?
But at least the Shadow Lord Kinswoman who was running this affair agreed that Fentress would be important. However, she didn't think that he ought to be killed. She figured that he should be scouted instead-- his information dug through, files searched, emails read... The Uktena drummed her fingertips on the knee of her jeans and scowled.
"Fine. We don't kill him yet. But I think we should detain him, at least. Interrogate him for what he knows. Hold him, keep him from fuckin' around with anything. What if he's actually smart enough to figure out when someone's been poking through his shit, 'eh? What if he can release a torrent of bullshit from the Airport catacombs? The city'd go to a mess, and we'd have to either let it or we'd have to leave Cold Crescent exposed again while we're trying to clean it up. Or, alternately, shift manpower away from Forgotten Questions, and then we're leaving the real Caern exposed.
"We keep him still, keep him from dicking around and changing or releasing anything. And we can dig through his data then, instead of letting the guy roam about free to continue his dirty work while we snoop and hope we don't get caught."