PARADISE SPACE #2
Light flex...
"Not Jiminy Cricket, Sir. Machiavelli would be more accurate. Jiminy Cricket would tell you to let bygones be bygones. I'm saying dangle him like chum for a shark..." He went back to attention as the proceedings began, his face impassive and his expression a carefully schooled neutral.
End flex
As the proceedings broke up, Roy stepped up to Hack one more time. "Just make sure the Skyth keep someone watching that shuttle from close enough to jump in and wipe it out, along with anyone who shows up to rescue it. I don't think the Demons will...Ge-Fi might, it depends on whether he feels like the death of the Most High improves his chances to become the new Supreme Angel. But if anyone shows up before the shuttle goes up in flames, they need to precede him in death. Think of it as the last twist of the knife...he gets a moment of hope, thinking he'll be rescued and able to carry out his revenge...and then he sees that chance evaporate in a ball of fire."
He knew it was a gamble...but the payoff was potentially high, especially if they managed to lure out some larger vessel whose loss would be a major setback. He was sure the Qarl wouldn't bother...they sneered at everybody, even the Demons, and they would definitely not willingly go after an Angel who'd managed to lose his entire star system in a matter of days. The Demons, he was sure, were just using the Angel cease-fire as a chance to focus on other matters and had no additional loyalty to the Angels. Ge-Fi and the Sol System were the most likely...and that all came down to whether Ge-Fi saw more value in rescuing the Most High, or letting him die in ignominy. And Roy could see either prospect being equally plausible.