This is the Ash you know. The Ash who doesn’t really care which side wins as long as he’s on it.
Which means all you really need to do is get him thinking your side might do better than this Carma or whoever he’s currently working with. You don’t need to fully close the deal, just convince him you’re a plausible option.
Well. Why not give him a little dose of his own medicine?
“You don’t seem to understand how things are going to go, Ash. This plan you’re in on isn’t going to work, and you’re just going to get yourself in deeper if you stick with it. Not just with earthly authorities, either. But if you help me stop it, that’s another matter. You don’t even have to do anything more than tell me where Long and Marshall are – and who besides you and me is going to know if you blab?”
There’s a brief pause. Then, suddenly, you feel a strike to the back of your head.
“Damn, Carma’s a good shot with a slicer,” you hear Ash say as your consciousness fades out.
You wake up tied to a chair, with the muscular woman you presume to be Carma staring you in the face.
“Apparently, Ash knows who you are. And I don’t particularly care how you arrived. So I really only have one question for you,” she says. “Do you actually know that the gods disapprove of my plan?”
Well, you don’t. So your choices are, try to bluff somehow, or come clean.
What are you going to do?
To be frank, I don’t know your plan.