Jericho narrowed his eyes. [color=Gold]"Congratulations, you can leave behind a piece of evidence that Deling's supporters can link to you. Look, normally, I don't work with people at all, and like it or not, I have to this time. The only people I know the abilities of and trust here are those I helped evaluate at Dollet. The incident afterwards was no fault of leadership, it was a revenge stab at the people who stopped Galbadia from getting their hands on one of the long range communications towers. Regardless, we don't need daggers, guns, swords, hell, even my scythe. All we'd need is a couple Galbadian uniforms, someone official, like Duncan's father, to call in orders at the right moment, and then give the assassination team some shivs, broken bottles, things a group of rioters who didn't plan ahead today would use in place of proper weapons like a real knife or a pistol or a dagger. The less professional we make it look, the easier on the client it is to ease into power."[/color]

Jericho took a deep breath, Glaciem doing her best to keep him from lashing out. He'd never realized it until recently, but he'd inherited his father's temper and now wasn't the time to get angry. [color=Gold]"Whatever gets decided, I'd rather we be smart about it and not make it look like someone was hired to do it. I'm going for a walk."[/color] And with that, he left the conference room and headed outside, his pistol holstered at his side and his scythe on his back. As he exited through the front doors, he inhaled deeply, letting the crisp night air help curve his anger. He didn't know why he grated against everyone like that, but it was for that reason he usually avoided a group setting. Gracelyn was the only person who'd ever been able to synchronize with him before, get him to not grate against her. Maybe in enough time, he wouldn't do it with the rest of the team, but for now, he needed to be alone.