"The move to freeze our assets is a delaying tactic." Alistaire mutters to himself. And his acquaintances wonder why he keeps so much cash ready, even with the safety risks. "I've got enough places to stay that they won't be able to bar me from all of them. As much as your legal team is going to need to take point on Industries matters, you Auntie, are going to need my lawyers even more." He puts down his phone and looks at her.

"He's got no solid ground to stand on, so he's going to turn the ground we're on to mud, if you'll excuse the metaphor. Get ready for the mother of all smear campaigns, and it's going to come hard at not just us, but anyone in our inner circles." He looks at Alisa. "If there's any dirty laundry to know about, now's the time for disclosure. The only way to control a message is to get ahead of it.

If he starts putting enough garbage left, right, and center, even the board's loyalty to you won't be enough. He'll compromise them as well." Alistaire grits his teeth and puts his thumb against his forehead.

"This sucks. A pine box or scattered on the breeze. Those are his options now."

Of course, killing someone with a phasing ability wasn't the easiest thing in the world, but there were always options.