"It does not surprise me that you don't remember Tabby's words, even though a grand-schemer and surged, she still spots that troblesome XX-genes, after all." - Fractal says, joking. - " Lemme refresh your memory on this issue, though, since there's cash and rep on this bet, chum: Tabby said she is thinking on promoting us as her Number One 'Runner's Team, Tabbitha Morgan' Team To-Go, or whatever you may like it... That means: she is seriously thinking in raising the numbers in our paychecks and putting us among the big leagues. Still, she wants to know if we are that good, if we are that versatile. I won't recall her exact words, but they were something along these lines. "I have seen you making big pictures, now I want to see if you can go by subtlety." What I'm saying is: she is evaluating us on this job, and if we fare well enough, bingo, then we score high - we go to Denver Prime, or whatever. What troubles me is, well, subtlety is already out of the window, we so far we accomplished next to nothing."
Fractal sighs.
"I'm not blaming you for that. Hell, you gotta a ghoul problem, and you managed it mostly alone; I had no idea what to do about it, and I wouldn't like to be on your skin." At exactly the same time as Fractal pronounces this words, he send a private message to Omar:
@Omar: "And you may paint you however you like; Omar, our reckeless no-pacifist monster DID feel sorry about the tin-man turned zombie. I can see it." Without any interruption, though, he goes on: "The fact is, we need to work with what we have in hands, what is done is done, so there's no hope in regretting. My particular view on everything now is that all we need is to reach this Yoshiro guy and stamp his braggart-issues on his face, hope he does not wet all the place and just comply with our orders. If he plays hard, we found the next one in the sucession line, give him the info on how bad Yoshiro is playing and offer him a nice discount to zero the fragger. Cappiche?"