"Oh, a finger torch?" Thaal smiled and equally, smug smirk, tipping his forehead towards the glowing light "Quaint. Perhaps I underestimated your drive. I concede." Countering her advancing hand with his finger, Sinestro slowly applied pressure, guiding her palm from his face. "Careful now, you wouldn't want to give me a migraine, now would you? Still, it begs the question... Why would the Overseer leave a creature such as you so well equipped? As a prisoner, wouldn't make sense for her to... how would you say it... clip your wings prior to 'releasing' you into the wider enclosure? Why would she leave you with all your cybernetics? What advantage could she claim from that?"
"You've played to your advantage. You've done well... enough" Cupping his loose fingers at his waist, Thaal leaned forward, swinging over his anvil like a pendulum. He hushed his tone to hide his words from preying ears "Our... 'Faction'... what they lack in intelligence they make up for power. That said, many of 'our' numbers barely have two brain cells to rub together. They're wild cards. Worth keeping an eye on. Valuable, of course, but as far as men such as Pyke are concerned, well...it is best to sleep with one eye open. Consider it a friendly pointer. I doubt I need to remind you not to get too... trusting around my 'faction'. All alliances are temporary. All of them"
Oh, how he feared him! He could smell it in the air... no, he could taste it. Matt Miller was nothing more than a snivelling rodent, the inbred child of sycophancy and phobia. A pathetic specimen. A domesticated beast fattened on pedigree meat and robbed of his predator instinct. He had been all but trained for him.
"Excellent, Matt, excellent. I trust that you'll find success in your endeavours... for your sake. I think you'll find my words to be quite... motivational..."
"Perhaps if you put as much effort into your plans as you do bullying Mr.Miller, you wouldn't be in the predicament now, would you? Riddle me this, Ashley; what happens once we 'win' the Overseer's game? I doubt she would be content with two teams being tied as victors? Will you then opt the murder the sons of bitches in this room too? Unless you plan on turning on her, of course, which would beg the question: why waste time playing her game to begin with? It is not an 'easy one' in any sense of the word. Nothing is ever easy"
"Blowing up the buildings will destroy the bikes and any leads. It's over-kill. As much as I love the symbol it would create, we would be much better off preparing a traditional ambush and overwhelm them with our superior numbers. We strip their bikes for parts or simply use them to even odds in the transport department. We take the survivors, torture them for information and send a crippled biker back to his masters as a warning. We impale the other at the edge of our perimeter. That is how you send a message. It would be a waste to burn the bodies. The sight of their tormented friends will be a sight that sticks with our foes long after those buildings stop burning..."
