"Go ahead. Talk."

"I'm just trying to get a feel for how my troops are doing. I know you and I don't always see eye to eye, so I figured I would start with you."

"Honored."

"Look," you say, "I'm trying to be nice, so I really don't need this attitude."

"Sure. Be nice. That's your problem, you know that?"

"You think so?"

"Yeah. If I were in charge..."

"Which you're not."

"I would whip your so-called Army into shape. Make them useful for more than just spraypainting walls and yelling at the parts of your speech labeled 'APPLAUSE.'"

"Is that really all you think we do?"

"It's all you do. I do a lot."

"Like what?"

"Wouldn't you like to know?"

"Yes," you agree. "Yes, I would."

"If you want to pay me for that information, you're welcome to. Otherwise, I don't have a lot of free time, but what I do in it is my business. Always has been. Always will be."

He makes a beeline back toward the RV, leaving you to ponder whether you could throw him farther than you can trust him. You have the personality to lead, that's true, but you have to admit Kadmon is smarter than you. Maybe he would do a better job than you.

You hope you don't find out.