VOIDSY: Is it possible to force items onto enemy TCPs?
EASTWOOD: Sure.
EASTWOOD: Just as easily, expect things to be forced upon you. Spit won't hold back in that department.
EASTWOOD: She'll pull every dirty trick in the book, so you have to be prepared to deal with that.
VOIDSY: Is it also possible that Spit is using TCPs she kept as prizes to spy on us?
EASTWOOD: Nope. Whole different plane.
VOIDSY: Does Spit have any known weaknesses?
EASTWOOD: I wish I had an easy answer to that question.
EASTWOOD: I guess the best thing that comes to mind is a disregard for others…she's a sadist through and through, and I'm willing to bet that's reflected onto her own TCPs as well.
EASTWOOD: We'll have to watch for it, but that's my guess.
VOIDSY: Can you tell Wretch about the sanctuary? We're going to tell Miller.
EASTWOOD: On it.
You relay your idea to Miller.
MILLER: Oooh! That sounds PERFECT!
MILLER: I'll be sure to have my kitties trained in all sorts of manners. We can't make a bad first impression, after all.
MILLER: Gifts, too…maybe we can bring gifts…
She trails off, deep in thought about how to sway the opposing team to your side.
You go to turn your attention away to your cats, but it looks like Eastwood has one more thing on his mind.
EASTWOOD: And hey, Void.
EASTWOOD: I'm gonna give you shit until the end of time, even if you win this.
He rummages around and pulls out a bundle, letting a cigarette of some sort and what appears to be a lighter fall out into one of his paws. He lights up, letting the smoke mix in with his own.
EASTWOOD: And if you lose this, well…let's make it a run to remember.
EASTWOOD: No turning back now. Not that that was ever an option for you.
EASTWOOD: You know what I mean.
EASTWOOD: Let's give her hell.