>>6009844>""Everton, is that you? Didn't anyone ever tell you it's rude to eavesdrop?"Everton appears at the top of the hill and finishes whistling. She tilts her hat back and smiles. She calls out to your party but keeps her distance.
<span class="mu-s">"Now it was my intention to take a listen in on your tete-a-tete undetected, which, I believe is implicit with the implied implications of the phrase eavesdropping- why- I say -why would I regale you with my whistlin'? Let's you know I'm here. Plain as day. Pissin' in the center of the bowl, so to speak."</span>
Everton gestures at Boddicker
<span class="mu-s">"Fact is, I heard the bugs buzzin' and assumed it gave me a chance to have a jaw with my favourite little cheriff! Trade stories and what not."
Boddicker beams and flips Everton off as Everton blows her a kiss, then spits to the side.
Everton puts her thumbs in her belt.
"You two wanna have a little talk, that's fine by me, obviously. I'll come back in a bit."
Everton whistles once more and walks away. SHe keeps walking until you can't hear the whistling.
Boddicker flips her off the whole time then turns back to you.
<span class="mu-i">"You were saying?"</span>
>"Regardless, my proposal is this, Boddicker: there happens to be a camp belonging to a certain cadre of reactionaries off the coast. Now, the Vanguards go over I'm sure you'll just get ums and ers and nothing actionable, but I happen to have a plan and a quarter-ton of ex..."
Boddicker rushes you. She claps one hand over your mouth and firmly squeezes your testicles with the other. Her eyes are wide. She practically hisses at you.
Jorn raises her fists but Richter stays her. Not yet. Just be ready.
Boddicker moves her lower hand away.
<span class="mu-i">"You out of your mind? That sort of ordinance is the kind of thing we have to keep track of! If someone burns down a forest or fucks with nature or looks like they're going to. That's the sort of shit I have to report. Don't you ever take away my deniability."</span>
Boddicker removes her other hand and steps back
<span class="mu-i">"You got big plans? Great. Good luck. If it involves large amounts of you-know-what that could in anyway upset nature, or law-abiding folks in the GTU cities do not fucking tell me. It's my job to know! If later on some motherfucker who can tell if I'm lying asks "Boddicker, did you know this would happen?" I need to be able to say "No, I did not know.""</span>
Jorn steps forward angrily, fist still clenched.
<span class="mu-b">"Just shake your head. Spell don't work if you do that."</span>
Boddicker gives her a look
<span class="mu-i">"Right. That won't make them suspicious."</span>
Richter steps forward
<span class="mu-r">"We are doing a good thing. You don't want to be part of it?"</span>
Boddicker holds up her hands
<span class="mu-i">"Not in the capacity you're thinking. You guys are outliers. I still have a line to walk."</span></span>
