Swamped

"Back in my homeland, we have a saying. The man who is robbed will buy stronger locks."

Razor gives you a confused look.

"I think you'll need to clarify what you mean," he says.

"This, mutiny. If Sisters think we are ready for one, they will be afraid to act. They will think we have stronger locks."

"So, what, you want us to stage a mutiny? That's absurd. Among numerous other issues with that plan, who could you get to lead it? It's a paradox. They'd need to be someone who people would believe capable of rebelling, but it's too sensitive a task to give to someone I couldn't trust completely..."

His voice trails away. He has the same thought you did.

"Mudviper," you say, and he nods.

"You might be on to something. I don't think we need to get an actual false rebellion going, though... just make the idea of it seem real enough that the Sisters think it's better to bide their time and see what happens. Our conspirators seemed to be depending on them acting quickly, after all."

He looks lost in thought.

"Can't come directly from her, though. They know I'm starting to trust her, it would look too much like a ploy. Needs to be someone acting on her behalf..."

He smirks.

"Ah. Of course. They'd know the blowdarts came from you. But they don't know your angle yet."

"What are you saying?"

"I want you to question our prisoner, and give them the impression that you and Chips were plotting your own mutiny, for Mudviper. They'll either try to get you involved in their plan, or find some way to warn their accomplices."

You get clarification on a few words, but you soon understand what he's asking. You agree to it, and go into the other room to question the prisoner. Razor is careful to stay out of sight.

They're still groggy. Probably because they didn't have the resistance training you did.

"What do you want?" they ask, slowly glaring at you.

"Your name, for a start."

As you wait for the answer, you think carefully about how to handle the rest of the interrogation.