[ Hei has no intention of defecting. There's no love lost between him and the Syndicate -- as an entity, he regards them with nothing but a trodden-on hatred, low-level and ruthless. Contractors can't be too picky over their employers. You have to blow with the wind in this business. Loyalty on a mercenary is like armor on a swimmer. ]
[ That said, he'll never join Evening Primrose. That's Amber's brainchild: her silken spiderweb of toxic. Anything, caught in its quivering skeins, is poisoned in the foulest sense. Anyone associated with her will die in the ugliest way. He'd learnt that, in Heaven's War, and he means to profit by the hard lessons. ]
[ There's only one reason he wants Korra off the Syndicate's radar. So he can learn how deep into Evening Primrose's maw she's sunk. So he can figure out her objectives. Maybe he can turn the situation around, if that's what is called for. They've faced a conflict of interests before and found a way to work things out. If they can do that again -- if he can learn what Amber's up to, whether she knows about Pai -- he might let Korra live. ]
[ Anyone in their trade will recognize the gesture for its implication of neutrality. A silent I'm armed and dangerous -- but not the threat. A lie, of course -- but better him than a hit-team sent by the Syndicate. ]
[ When he speaks, his voice is neat and efficient as a trigger's click. Not yet shedding his cover, but letting the sharp edges peek out, ]
Just juice? Did they feed you on your excursion -- or was that curry too heavy?
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Date: 2015-04-21 10:56 pm (UTC)[ That said, he'll never join Evening Primrose. That's Amber's brainchild: her silken spiderweb of toxic. Anything, caught in its quivering skeins, is poisoned in the foulest sense. Anyone associated with her will die in the ugliest way. He'd learnt that, in Heaven's War, and he means to profit by the hard lessons. ]
[ There's only one reason he wants Korra off the Syndicate's radar. So he can learn how deep into Evening Primrose's maw she's sunk. So he can figure out her objectives. Maybe he can turn the situation around, if that's what is called for. They've faced a conflict of interests before and found a way to work things out. If they can do that again -- if he can learn what Amber's up to, whether she knows about Pai -- he might let Korra live. ]
[ He lets a brief smile stir at her wisecrack, but doesn't glance up from contemplating his menu. Finally, he settles on a roast duck with red curry, soft-shelled black crab sautéed with chile paste, a bowl of genuine Haida stew with clams and seaweed, and stir-fried bean sprouts with tofu and chili. When the waiter slides away, he lets his hands clasp at the edge of his plate, as if he is about to say grace. ]
[ Anyone in their trade will recognize the gesture for its implication of neutrality. A silent I'm armed and dangerous -- but not the threat. A lie, of course -- but better him than a hit-team sent by the Syndicate. ]
[ When he speaks, his voice is neat and efficient as a trigger's click. Not yet shedding his cover, but letting the sharp edges peek out, ]
Just juice? Did they feed you on your excursion -- or was that curry too heavy?