...From the uper room where he's been doin' a little of his own "politickin'". He does a quick survey of the crowd and his eyes settle on the slight figure of "The Sniv". Yeah, he' seen her before. The Old Man usta sometimes drag her around with him. Guess he had hopes of better things for the kid, but she's turned out to be nothin' but a common cutpurse!

In silence, he watches the exchange between The Sniv and Sinister, keepin' an eye on the rest of the crowd at the same time. He nearly pukes whe The Sniv goes into her act! That's the way she usta control the Old Man, and that's how she earned her name. Any time she gets caught at something, she turns on the water-works. Great little actress! Mebbe she shoulda been on stage.

Mac figures it's safe to make his move. With over half the Guild backing him, and no one stepping up to take control, he thinks it's time to see if the rest might fall in with him.

"OK, Sister!" he rumbles. "Ya wanna be runnin' with this crowd? Then ya gotta act the part! Here!" he hands her a square of rough muslin. "Wipe yer drippy nose an' listen real close! We got a hit to make tonight! Nothin' really big. Just some punk that needs to be outta the way! Think ya can handle it?"