[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=f9ad81]Foy Coiffeur[/color][/i][/b][/h1]
[img]https://snippetstudios.files.wordpress.com/2014/05/a-million-ways-to-die-in-the-west-640x350.png [/img][hr][b][color=f9ad81]Location:[/color][/b] Retribution, Conference Room [hr][/center]

	This was becoming interesting, and very quickly. Certain types of interesting were more beneficial than others, however. The type of interesting that they were skirting into might possibly lead them into a pitched gun battle right there in the Conference Room. As fun as that might potentially be, it was a hair counterproductive. If anyone was going to kill anyone on this ship, it would be a smooth, clean job wherein the [i]particularly[/i] ungrateful interlopers were surgically aerated, their bodies jettisoned above an atmosphered planet to burn away into nothingness via reentry friction. For want of a single crew member, even a Captain, these people figured they were the final authority.

	The whole gave Foy some pause, really. Then the facts started to get [i]very[/i] interesting indeed. Jahosafat's silent affirmation of what Anisa had said surprised him just a little, true. Reavers as soldiers. The concept seemed to make sense, in an odd sort of way. But Carla... She meant well. Ok, she probably didn't. But she was his colleague; in this regard a professional equal, regardless of the status of her birth. 

	[color=f9ad81]"Why I declare, Miss Lobo - Such questions more prudently answered [i]following[/i] the initial discussion of terms. At present, madame, all we have is a general declaration of loyalty to the Independents, and nigh palpable news of scandal that might embarrass the Alliance. It is all rather ungentlemanly, I should say. Reavers do not make for soldiers. Attack dogs, mayhap. Weaponizing Reavers. It is as absurd a concept as tarnishing feculence."[/color] 

	Foy looked to the people around the room. For a second, he did the quick math of how many bullets he had loaded into firearms on his person vs. the number of new faces, debating the order in which they would have to be killed before the likely event of him taking a bullet. The faster, the more agitated, they would have to go first, if chance favored him, then move on to the more talkative and easily panicked. They always seemed to have a slightly slower draw time than others. His next words covered for this train of thought, [color=f9ad81]"Come now, all of you. I can tell a most charming bit of camaraderie when I see one. Profoundly, I desire your fellowship nothing but the best of luck, provided that your endeavorous windfalls do not negatively impact my own. Now, I do realize the benefits of keeping stoutly "mum" about your proposed dealings on the interim, however, were one to desire membership in your, ah... social club, without revealing specificities, mind you, what might one find in the way of Risk vs. Reward, and how does this go toward alleviating that most common of Rich Mans' ailments - Boredom? I assure you the latter consideration is one of note."[/color]

	[color=f9ad81]"[i]Then[/i] we may discuss the whats and hows, provided the initial stimulates our attentiveness. By your leave, of course madams."[/color]