[Ishu]

November 22nd, Chicago.

"I'll take the rooms." Hard walls were better than a floppy little tent and they gave a lot more privacy. He came back after a few minutes and gave her the news, which was great. "You can tell me about your group now or you can send me a memo." She was joking, harshly. "I know you're a little group of daisy sniffing hippies who just want everyone to," she put her hands up to use quotation marks, ""get along" and "become true equals"." She dropped the joking persona and returned to her more strict stance, "It's not going to fucking happen. Not peacefully and not without a lot of death, bloodshed and loss." She wanted to go on and explain how they were nothing more than a bunch of children rebelling against their parents, which was true in many ways, but she wasn't going to stop them. "This is your fight and I'm willing to fight for money. So just keep the bills coming and I'll do what needs to be done."