Never Without a Scheme
His fingers drummed once atop the mahogany desktop. The man on speakerphone continued to rattle angrily in German, spitting insults where he thought he could get them in. Bradley Crawford remained silent, eyes trained on the folded newspaper in his left hand. After a moment, he reached over and cut the phone off in the middle of the man's rant, then continued to read. Three articles later, the newspaper was tossed atop the desk and he leaned back into the leather chair, tilting his head back to stare at the ceiling.
// Moira honestly thinks she's going to leave, while I have her son? It's not quite that simple, but she'll realize that soon enough. Even Sylvia doesn't know where I'm keeping Scion. As if I would put that child in Esset's hands? I'm not going to let them have a child that talented. My son, no less. No matter how angry they are, they won't call me on it. I have a right to have him trained where –I- want him trained.
Still, I'm going to need to make up for Scion's disappearance. The higher powers are expecting a show of loyalty. Thanks to Moira's show of bravado, Sylvia will target Weiss first. Fine then. Let her play with the kittens. I believe it's time I disturbed Schuldig's little vacation. In the meantime, I'll leave Farf and Nagi to distract Kritiker. They'll think that Sylvia and I are working together in order to crush Weiss. //
Oracle smiled and pulled his glasses off of his nose, using a small cloth to clean them silently, as another premonition flickered past his vision.
// That's what I like to see. They really have no idea. //
Crawford (River)