Old Job

"Assassination!"

Crey's eyebrows shot up in surprise as he slowly leaned forward in his chair upon hearing the very familiar word from Allan's mouth. Allan looked at his wife for her approval and then shot an apologizing look toward Crey.

"The Situation is rapidly deteriorating in Genesis city. Honestly, I don't even know when both sides would break into the fight against each other with the city as their battleground. 

And 'we' (Bazaar faction + forcefully included Crey) are in no way to interfere or participate in the conflict…. as of now. The power difference is too much even with our sleeper forces and local advantage. 

The most we can do is hurt one side, forcing the other side to take action accordingly. Such that the conflict plays at least according to our exertions, and does not pull us in until we are ready."

"Two sides?"