"How?"
"Take them along on the inventory operation."
"…and?"
"As I say, test them. Force whoever is leading them into a difficult situation. Keep him close to you and watch how he works himself out of it. If he does well, throw him to another pack of wolves. Get him and his gang involved, deeper. Make them prove themselves. When you're satisfied, bring them up to a level where we're squeezing from them all they have that's useful to us."
"Scarf is after them."
"Leave Scarf to me, Drummer. That's all."
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Scarf entered and waited for Narval to notice him. Narval's eyes were fixed on his hands. He spoke without looking up.
"Drummer has given me his side of the incident in the bar-room," he said, his voice cutting with sarcasm. "The hangers-on in that sinkhole have, by now, spread their version all over Coldfield, Lamplight, as well as the depot and Slingshot. You came out of it looking like a fool in a confrontation that enhances Drummer's image to the detriment of the President's Chief of Security."
Narval raised his head. His small eyes drilled into
Scarf.