THIRTY-SIX : All hail the leaders of the revolution

[wristsniper]

[She's taken stock of new dronings. She's counted her losses. She's almost ready to post the tournament bracket. She's met with Prussia and Fritz, and now... Now there's only one thing left to do. She shuffles away the folder marked "Westport", and begins to make the call.]

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[child_abuser]

[Here's Jecht at your door, waiting to talk about all of this.]

[wristsniper]

[Door is unlocked, come on in.

The living room now more closely resembles a war room: maps, small blocks and shapes, stacks of paper, books, and a multitude of other supplies are suddenly out in the open.]

[child_abuser]

"Pretty nice setup you got here."

[Glances around at it all as he makes his way toward wherever she's sitting, taking a seat himself.]

[wristsniper]

[She's silent for a few more seconds, moving a few pieces around before scribbling down some notes. Then, she closes the large hand-bound volume before her and looks at Jecht.]

It's a poor imitation of the war room at Briggs.

[child_abuser]

Still... nothin' like I've ever seen.

[wristsniper]

I'll take that as a compliment.

Are you ready for this?

[child_abuser]

You better believe it.

[wristsniper]

[She relaxes ever so slightly. Business mode is off for a moment.] I'm going to be a bitch until this is over.

[child_abuser]

I'll deal.

[wristsniper]

You'd think I'd be used to sending people to die by now, but part of it always makes me feel a little bad.

[child_abuser]

They knew what they were signin' up for.

[wristsniper]

Some would argue against that.

[child_abuser]

Not like you didn't give 'em plenty of chances to back out.

[wristsniper]

It's true enough.

You won't lose faith when the rest do, correct?

[child_abuser]

Once I'm in, I'm in. You won't see me runnin' away from this.

[wristsniper]

From me, is my concern. You would think I'd learn not to send people to die.