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[aj_crawley]

It's shading towards sunset, and the pink and gold light that streams in through the windows makes Crowley's Lavinia apartment look warmer, less sterile than usual. In fact, so well do the stylishly neutral tones pick up the evening glow that the place, usually so impersonal, looks positively welcoming. This, however, is in stark contrast to the

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[gabriel_tam]

"I think," Gabriel says dryly, "that they've got at least as much of an interest in having good defenses as you do."

He's drumming his fingers absently against the arm of the chair.

[aj_crawley]

"Well, personally, I think there might be certain other interested parties involved here," Crowley replies darkly. "As you said - ungrateful enough to complain, sure, but stupid enough to actually start rioting against the company that's building their fortifications? That's the thin red line between them and the Reavers? I doubt it."

Crowley looks down at his tea, glaring at the inoffensive brew as though it, personally, were the source of all his troubles. There are shadows under his eyes, and they make the yellow-gold seem even harsher, even fiercer. The tea ripples in fear, and tries, discreetly, to climb the side of the mug and escape.

"I think someone is... inciting." He gives the word a terrible, dangerous weight. "Fomenting."

[gabriel_tam]

He leans forward, at this.

"Anyone in particular?"

His eyes have narrowed.

[aj_crawley]

"Put it this way," he says. "Who else do we know - what other companies can you think of - that might have an interest in the IIGA contracts?"