Phoenix Maplewood [m] Who's that little mouse

Want to fade this one out soon and start another?

The idea was rough at best. But, with Saena's go ahead, Reek was prepared to flesh out the details and create a proper plan to wrangle their most headstrong subordinate into a state of complacent control.  Following Arion's most recent blow-up and subsequent attitude problem, the Greek had proven himself to not only be a poor candidate for leadership, but an emerging threat that begged to be dealt with. Unfortunately, the only card up Reek's sleeve was a ticking time bomb.

But, it was time to play or fold.  "It could," he said slowly, pondering the implications. Death wasn't ideal... fortunately, time heals all wounds. However, to avoid the worst of all outcomes, Arion would have to act though a middle-man. Leaving him to his own devises had been in a disaster, leading to overdose after overdose. "We'd have to monitor him heavily— but, uh, this could be good for him in the long run."  

"We can worry about that— and him later," rumbled Reek after a brief pause. Lazily, he dragged his body closer to his mate and pressed his head against her side. "It's a beautiful day, let's enjoy it."