DEMING WOODS, WA — VAGABOND BASE
ORION’S POV
“Tsk, to think our plan failed,” a rogue murmurs, gripping at his pants. “How on earth did that b*tch know? I thought there was no way to tell if something contains arsenic, so what gives?”
Letting out a puff of smoke from my cigarette, I bare my teeth with a wide grin. “I gave her a hint, that’s why.”
The room goes silent at my confession. I’m not sure why these morons wanted to hold a meeting about this. Why talk about something that’s already said and done? It’s boring.
“W-What do you mean, boss?” Another speaks up, gasping like a fish out of water. “You gave away our plan? Why…?”