Its been a while and even though they haven't heard from their new partner yet, their numbers have already started to dwindle. So far, they're down Milton (offically) and also the Reeve (less officially, but still, she's been gone for a while now). Leaves just Wells and herself for the time being. Some things are clear as day...

One, sitting there waiting with their thumbs up their asses for somebody to pop right out of wherever they're dug in won't do and will waste even more precious time. Time they don't have to spare because whenever the call comes, they have to go in with whatever they got at that point. Which right now ? Is not a fucking lot.

Two, technically, she can go in there with Wells alone, if she has to, but Helen doesn't particularly likes that thought. They'd have to stick together and splitting up would be a huge risk. Nope, they need more folks, if they can get 'em.

Three, somebody needs to take over this shitshow and do something. The way it's been going makes her angry just thinking about it.

Helen puills the typewriter closer and gets some pieces of paper ready. She's still not really suire how best to word that shit, but the first letters start pourting onto the first page already. Being able to type is one of the skills she's made an effort to train and keep up. Its been a bigger deal when she was younger, not as much as today, but still, it does help with shit like this immensely and she's thankful she went out of her way to learn it. Some calming effect sets in as she finishes the first page, reads over it, pulls it out of the writer and puts in the next piece of paper.

Well, these guys wanted some fucking hierarchy in the thing. They can do it like that...

The list of who's available in the first place has become pretty narrow anyways.

Prince Antinori - No. They're on shit like that specifically so she doesn't have to get involved.
Twist - Hell no, not as long as Helen has any say in it.
(Jack) - Maybe, although she doesn't know how/if he'd do in such a situation. Also, might get complicated if he pulls the rank card.
(Jennifer) - Same thing.

Yeah, the air's getting thin already. Who's left ?

(Doc Bakey) - Pretty frail and she's not sure if he's got the stomach for the sort of stuff they're looking at.
Bobby Quartermain - For all intents and purposes the best bet available, as much as she dislikes to validate Milton in hindsight.

Hoorah, thats about as good as it gets... Her primary candidate would still be Mable Wood, but without any sign of where she might have hidden all the time, thats pretty much wishful thinking. Same goes with wherever Quinn Durant and O'Brien have fucked off to...

Eh, what the hell... She takes another hard look at the list and types out the next letter. She'll see what comes of it soon enough anyway. Whats the worst that can happen ?