Then the leader turns to Fahd, and the weasel seems to shrink back from the boss’ speculative gaze. Again the silence stretches, then Blake taps the table top with a forefinger—a major display of emotion for him. "There will be no reprisals against the Ancients," he says firmly. "None. I’ll hold you responsible for telling that to him." He gestures to the still-unconscious Ranger. "But, I want some raids against the Eighty-Eights. Hit them hard, hurt them. And make sure the street knows who’s doing it. Tell him that, too."