"I completely agree Raul. Although, I believe this is more a result from our recent surge in finances. Independent brothers who once secured our borders are growing fat on the hog while others around them starve. We must do something to curb this inequality, and I believe taking away their ships is the first step, through arms or talk."
Juan broke out into a hacking cough, gulping down water afterwards. He looked at his watch and realized it was time for his medication. He unscrewed his pill bottle and downed a couple, taking another big gulp.
"I feel we shouldn't tolerate Independent captains flying around causing havoc for us to clean up. I also think we shouldn't allow upstart factions like the TT, who don't even bother to read the news every morning, to fly around Gamma like it's their playground. But what should we do about this? A purge puts a bad taste in my mouth, killing our own brothers to get at a few doesn't seem like a strategy we should be looking into."
"The thirteen saloons that had lined the one street of Seney had not left a trace. The foundations of the Mansion House hotel stuck up above the ground. The stone was chipped and split by the fire. It was all that was left of the town of Seney. Even the surface had been burned off the ground.
Nick looked at the burned-over stretch of hillside, where he had expected to find the scattered houses of the town and then walked down the railroad track to the bridge over the river. The river was there."
