[ Amos meets his gaze head on, level and understanding. So they're on the same page. That's good. It means there's a certain level of bullshit they can skip right over. ]

Yeah. I don't know shit about politics, but can't really see any downsides to carrying this out. [ He has his own personal stake in this, yes — but benefiting Zenith along the way? It'd be a win-win. ] I know who A is. I don't know why they want this Cyrus guy out, but I do believe they can back up whatever they're thinking of. So.

[ So. Amos frowns, idly scratches at an itch on his chest. Turns to partially perch himself on an empty corner of Silco's desk, if Silco isn't gonna get up or anything. Continues to hold his gaze. ]

You know anything about these other candidates? I don't exactly come to this island so much anymore. Figured it'd be easiest to just off Cyrus myself, but fuck if I'd even know how to get to him, so I'm trying to look at every angle I can. And I know you're a guy who's good at that.

[ In other words, he is all ears to anything Silco might have to offer him, his gaze expectant and curious.

Where's a good place to start? ]