"Well," Blue uttered quietly and finally brought the glass to his lips, emptying this drink, too, in one long gulp. "That sure is quite the undertaking you're planning."
Olivia nodded her agreement.
"That's why I need your help, Blue. If you can get the old gang back together, I can hire a few more mercs to fill in the gaps."
Olivia silently thanked her uncle for drilling a sense of fiscal responsibility and frugality into her from a young age. Her savings hardly made her rich, but they were sizeable enough to pay for a small company of private contractors; enough, she hoped, to supplement the thinned numbers of her old crew.
Blue cocked his head to the side, gazing at the woman across from him. She waited patiently for his reply, knowing that he was no man to rush to important decisions. Despite his almost berserker-esque appearance, of the Colors' two de facto leaders, he had always been the more cautious, often reigning in Red's more gung ho tendencies.
They remained this way for several minutes, silently sizing each other up from opposite sides of the table. Olivia's cool slowly evaporated away, getting her to unconsciously tap her right foot on the floor in a nervous staccato.
Finally, Blue leaned forward again.
"If I'm gonna send out the call to the others," he growled under his breath, "I'm gonna need to know that you've got a good plan."
Olivia let out a breath she hadn't realized she had been holding in. She did have a plan. Or at least a rough draft. It was dangerous, almost certain to result in at least some casualties, probably even fatalities. But she hoped that her old comrades would be enthusiastic enough about cracking a shot at Pedro to overcome the danger.
"I'm still working out the details," she disguised the truth.
The man across from her nodded his head slowly.
"Alright," he said. "I'll make the calls."
Olivia could have sprung out of her chair and kissed him. However, she restrained herself, wanting to maintain the semblance of someone who was in control of what lay ahead. She smiled a warm smile instead.
"Thanks, Blue."
Fishing a credit chit out of his coat and dropping it on the table, the older mercenary rose out of his seat.
"I hope you know what you're doing."
With that, he turned and left, leaving Olivia to celebrate in silence over securing the first of many small victories she would need to reach her goal.