The company of mercenaries she had served with throughout her employment in the Omegas. The men and women who, like her, had been taken advantage of and pressed into service by Pedro. They all had suffered from his machinations. Some, like Red, were unable to cope with the crimes they had been forced to commit and suffered from post-traumatic stress, depression. Others had put down their arms for good, searching for new careers far away from the bloodshed and murder. Some, like Olivia, had remained mercenaries, not knowing any other way of life nor any other method of earning a living.
Would she really try to rope the survivors into a new plot, one that involved them facing off against the man responsible for their pains and nightmares? She had little choice. Alone, she would never get close to Pedro again, not after her failed attempt at taking him down in Liberty. Olivia's reconnaissance had revealed that her target now spent his days on Crete, living in comfort in his luxurious homestead, guarded at all times by a company of hired guns and local Corsair allies.
Negotiating the assistance of her former comrades and wingmen was Olivia's only chance of getting her revenge against Pedro and to finally put an end to his evil. She hoped that the prospect of vengeance would convince the scattered band of mercenaries to come back together for a final hurrah.
In a hushed tone, she told Blue as much.
The grizzled man leaned back slowly, his eyebrows raised in surprise.
"Jesus, Sable," he muttered, reaching out for his second drink. He raised it to his mouth and paused, letting it hover a few inches from his lips. He stared at Olivia intently, clearly in deep thought about the proposal he had just been made. "You really mean it?" He finally spoke.
Olivia nodded silently. Without Blue's help, she had no chance of getting the other Colors back together. She herself had always been an outsider among the company, dejected from the fraternity of the other mercenaries. It was the way she preferred to operate - not getting too close to anyone she might be afraid of losing. But the others had noticed and treated her accordingly. As a valued member of the company, but not as a friend. They would never listen to her call to action, not now, not under the circumstances. Only one of the Colors' former leaders would be able to rally them and, with Red out of the picture, Blue was Olivia's only remaining ally.
