Plink's latest failure wasn't surprising, but it was the sheer audacity of his schemes that always managed to catch my attention. Watching him curse and stomp around his cell like a petulant child after his botched escape attempt was almost... endearing. Almost. If nothing else, it was a good reminder that desperation could fuel both brilliance and stupidity in equal measure.
Unfortunately for Plink, stupidity had won this round.
I leaned back in my chair, the image of Plink's fuming face shimmering in the projection before me. Karina, perched elegantly across from me, sipped her tea with a bemused expression.
"Do you think he'll ever learn?" she asked, setting her cup down with deliberate grace.
I shrugged. "Probably not. Plink's too stubborn to quit but too short-sighted to succeed. He'll try again, though. He always does."
