We got nothing out of them, except we consorted with criminals and looters, who might be carrying a taint to other places now. Should've just shot them at the first junction.
Have the looters taken into quarantine.
On the fence. It sounds smart to take them into quarantine, but we only got three people here, right? The looters outman us?We got nothing out of them, except we consorted with criminals and looters, who might be carrying a taint to other places now. Should've just shot them at the first junction.
Do I count that as a vote for shooting them, then?
Have the looters taken into quarantine.
On the fence. It sounds smart to take them into quarantine, but we only got three people here, right? The looters outman us?We got nothing out of them, except we consorted with criminals and looters, who might be carrying a taint to other places now. Should've just shot them at the first junction.
Do I count that as a vote for shooting them, then?
I mena, having some live guinea pigs sounds good, but if we're outmanned, we're better off gunning them down by surprise.
Thanks." Grabbing the papers, you ask "Any other information?"
"The convoy leaves at 11:00 at South Gate Station. You can choose two acolyte from those present here, except Herbert and Frank who have to follow up a lead in Oldtown. And Delos isn't well enough to move yet. Just don't forget that it's not a raid, it's an investigation. If all goes well and it's a false alert, you won't even have to use your precious gun."
"Hey, who do you think I am? It's not because I'm a crack shot with a gun that I can't do an investigation."
"Hear, hear, the new kid's putting on his big boy pants." interjects with a mocking tone Bruno, who had been following your discussion.
"We'll see. While you're there, see if you can recruit a long-term informant, at least to keep an eye on the situation?" continues Vince.
"What for? They're backcountry yokels of a backwater planet, they're not going to have anything informative to say." you answer with a scoff, needled by the mockeries of your senior colleagues.
"Whatever. Just don't forget you're carrying no Inquisitorial authority and that our presence on this planet isn't known to the public, so tread carefully. Contact us once you have something to report on."
Give them the choice. Work for us as informants and general errand boys for the duration of our stay, while earning the goodwill of theInquisitInvestigation. Or die in ignominy, their corpses added to the pile in the center of town.
For means of control, well... we have a tech-adept. I'm sure he can rig something up for us