Brakindale doesn’t let anyone get in the way of what he wants, and if he wants to continue what he’s doing here he’d never let us jeopardize that.
P:…you could’ve at least pretended you believed him. Maybe he would’ve tied us up a little looser.
M: I’ll be sure to grovel at his feet next time.
C: do you think there’ll even be a next time? We haven’t seen a single avian in a while now.
P: do you think someone will track us to here, like you did with Del’s band?
C: maybe once we’ve been gone long enough, and the Director manages to remember she’s sent us out here.
M: the transmission block at the roost must be down by now, she’ll be expecting me to check in any hour now.