Trailing her were Threadgold, and Billy MacCrimmon. Assistant, and personal thorn in her side, respectively. Not that Threadgold was useful for more than fetching coffee--something MacCrimmon might actually be useless for once he was through with his training. She wasn't sure yet, her natural inclination to assess people was slightly clouded by her irritation that he'd been foisted upon her without her leave. Given that his father was rather highly-placed and could be useful, simply killing the boy out of hand wouldn't further her current ambitions. Unless she found a way to make it look like an accident.
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