Tentatively, Stoat reached across and picked up the papers on his sheets. He studied the final pages repeatedly, and the colour drained from his face. DeVirgo was right, at least so far as the papers suggested. Stoat knew that DeVirgo wouldn't hesitate to forge any documentation he required to further the ends of the guild.
Stoat sighed, leaning back into the bed. He was in an impossible situation, and knew his options were extremely limited. Well, they were being made for him, right here and now.
"Okay, Max, okay. Damn you, you're right. So what's your plan?" As DeVirgo started to talk, Stoat raised a hand, cutting him off. "Don't try and tell me you haven't got one, I know you too well to believe that kind of crap. I want the truth, at least, if I'm going to sacrifice myself for the Guild. As much of the truth as you deem you can tell me, anyway. You owe me that. But I tell you this, I'm not going to be walking into infestation. If it's going to happen I'll be going down fighting!"
He sat up, and swung his legs off the bed.
"And I'll tell you another thing. I'm not spending another minute in this bloody bed. Get me out of here Max."
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