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"Okay, we'll go in, they're outright allowing us to. First, Quentin, uh...talk to the guards? You do have that whole Lilith...body. Thing." You're not really sure how to describe it in words but he gets the general idea well enough. He nods his head.
"I'll try. That is all I can promise." With every second he speaks with her body, the voice loses more and more emotion. You're not quite sure how this is going to work but you hope it will. He barks out at the guards when he starts walking over to them.
You can't quite make the conversation they're having from over here so to burn the time, you look over at Lex and Ashley. "So. I'm not exactly that well versed with gangs but...if we get rid of them, wouldn't it cause a power vacuum? Maybe we'll make things worse?"
Ashley actually seems impressed you brought this up. "Oh, it probably will-" She promptly gets interrupted by Lex before she can say anything else. "So what? It's not like that's a problem we have to worry about. We're here to kill them. That's all we should worry on."
"No, no." Ashley snaps her fingers. "She has a point. It would be something to worry about but I've seen my fair share of gangs rising and fallin'. If four of us can make a sizable enough dent in 'em to throw them out of power, they were on the chopping block anyways."
"So, we're just speeding up the process if we're successful?"
"If we don't get our brains splattered, that is." A low and snide giggle trickles out of her throat.
"Maybe we can try finding a g-good gang to take up the power vacuum?" Even if you're more set on the mission than anything, you rather ask than not. Lex simply snorts at the comment.
"A good gang? A good Syndicate? You have better luck finding a flower growing out of a dumpster than that." He pats you on the back. "I get the sentiment, Nicky, I do. But I think we should worry about ourselves first."
[UNSTABLE] Perhaps we can take over the gang. Make them our bitch. Get our allies in high positions of power, even? It'll be WONDERF-
[PERSON OF INTEREST] They make too much of a mess. Too much attention drawn to them. They would rat us out and sell us to the ones in silver.
You're a bit disappointed at the lackluster reception of your concerns but you can hardly fault them. You wouldn't really know where to start either. You know a lot on the City when you put your mind to it but only in a general scale, not on the micro-level like this. Before you get too invested in your own thoughts, you see Quentin coming back to the three of you.
"You three. Were the one at the house. Previous body ambushed them, he was heavily armed. We killed him. They believed it. Assume the part."
The three of you exchange glances with each other. Well then. When you turn back to look at him, you notice he's carrying a small briefcase in his hands. He opens it up to show you what's inside. <span class="mu-g">Wow, you didn't quite expect a haul like that with this idea.</span>
