"A man named Samuel Quint, powerful, a lot of influence in the government." Charlie slid a photo of Samuel across the table "I've been contracted to plant an idea in his head, an idea that could actually benefit us. "
Charlie paused for a moment, leaning back in his seat and running a hand through his dampened hair, sliding the other hand into his pocket to wrap around his totem again.
"Simply put, we need to change his opinion of extractors, make him see us in a positive light." Charlie hadn't bothered to ask why his employer wanted this idea planted; he assumed he wouldn't get an answer. "Think about it. We make one man with enough influence change his mind about us and soon enough, it'll spread. Think how much easier everything would be if the government let up even a little."
Charlie paused for a moment, leaning back in his seat and running a hand through his dampened hair, sliding the other hand into his pocket to wrap around his totem again.
"Simply put, we need to change his opinion of extractors, make him see us in a positive light." Charlie hadn't bothered to ask why his employer wanted this idea planted; he assumed he wouldn't get an answer. "Think about it. We make one man with enough influence change his mind about us and soon enough, it'll spread. Think how much easier everything would be if the government let up even a little."

















