"Just how Goddamned dense are you? It doesn't matter what you fucking thought I had found - you were working in on me. And then, when I told you to get lost, then you decided to get cute, and start working right on top of me."
Horne does not immediately respond to that, beyond muttering darkly under his breath. Instead, he looks away from you, back to the other two wreckers, who have remained silent. You are not sure if he is hoping that they would speak up in support for him, or if he is trying to gauge how they are taking all of this. Hell, he might even be considering whether they would back him in a fight with you, if it came to blows. If you were in their shoes, you certainly wouldn't ... but these two men are complete strangers to you. Ultimately, you should make no assumptions here. Before Horne can start whining again, you speak up again, hoping to put an end to this.
"Perhaps the concept of professional courtesy is beyond you, Horne. But I would hope that a fellow wrecker has the presence of mind to understand how turnabout is fair fucking play. When you were working less than a score of paces away from me, you were taking conduit from me. When you did jack shit while I was attacked by that Hellworm, you were leaving me in the lurch. All I ever did to you was to return the favor."
Again, Horne does not immediately respond, though this time, he is not looking towards the other two wreckers. He is staring at you, holding position, presumably trying to think of something to say.
> Please choose ONE of the following: > Just leave - head into the hull through the cupola, and make your way to the bulkhead through there. > Time is on your side, not his. Eventually, he is either going to run out of time to waste with you, or things to say. When he does eventually leave, you can wait a minute to make sure you are not being followed, then you can head over to the intake. >>5506759>>5506785Thanks for the kind words, you two!
