The audacity of the man! To think he could be the one to speak, and not just that--worse! The one who could decide what was to be said by himself without input. If she hadn't been sure of Hunt's true nature months ago, she certainly would have been now. He had thrown the wrench in the cogs in hopes of destroying the machine. And now, they had to scramble to remove that wrench before the entire thing everyone in power but Hunt had worked so hard for came tumbling down. Why they hadn't just staged an assassination early on, Delilah would never understand. It had seemed the best plan, but she'd given it a try. Things in this time supposedly weren't that bad. You weren't supposed to just up and kill someone. Blah blah blah.
Now it was too late. If someone were to attempt or succeed in an assassination of Hunt now, it would be suspicious, very suspicious. However, they could cut him off. Williams had left notes on Hunt in his binder--what had drawn him to Hunt, his reasoning. None had been strong, and to be quite honest, Delilah could strangle Williams for throwing someone into the Minister position himself. Couldn't he have left it for Teague to pick? They could have chosen someone suited for the job, someone on their team--not some wild card.
"MacTail!" Delilah yelled out as she approached the man's residence. "MacTail! We have a mutiny on our hands!"