Spike, Dora
Spike had grown used to accepting - if not actually liking - the panther's presence, but it still felt strange to be on such a level of understanding. He took note of the pinned-back ears and mused that his own feelings might equate to similar if translated into animal behavior. Then came the thought that Iridia was technically Dora's soul... So she had not only told him - quite openly - what her soul desired, but he and Iridia were of the same mind at the moment. That was a strange bit of information, and he couldn't be certain whether it was a good thing or simply a coincidence.
Maybe it didn't matter. Maybe it was just part of how he and Dora got along, another aspect of their uncategorized partnership. One of those things that simply was. Spike furrowed his eyebrows at the thought, though the reaction applied just as well to the current dialog.
"No reason," he muttered. "Why steal the rats to set them free?"
Sure, there was the Robin Hood concept, but he wasn't even fully convinced that existed without a tinge of selfishness. And regardless of the small chance that these people had pure intentions, he found it hard to believe old habits wouldn't take over. If given the option from their supposed position, he wouldn't send everyone home. Not when the cages could be filled, the temptation catered to...
"You say that as if you don't want in on the action." Spike offered a curious glance toward Dora, though his mind was already addressing the topic of who could be trusted for the task.
Jayne was the obvious choice: someone he trusted from experience and doubted would oppose the opportunity to cause trouble. River was... He wanted to think of her, but knew it wouldn't end well. She was too focused on protecting him from himself, sometimes; she'd likely try to intervene... and he really didn't feel like robbing her of the belief that she and Simon could return home safely. Or she and Kyle, if that was her choice.
Aside from Dora, that left only one person he knew well enough to trust with this sort of plan. Faye. But he wasn't all that keen on dragging her into this, not when she was acting a touch too much on the insane side. (He was content to pretend the signs thereof weren't as simple as adopting a version of his philosophical beliefs.) Not to mention she could be a pain at times, even if a damn good shot and a decent, makeshift nurse. Maybe Jayne would know of someone. If not... then he supposed Faye would have to do.
"Your version of 'take care' and mine... We're both talking permanence, right?" he asked, after the pause taken to think of his options.
It was a vital part of the instructions, after all. There were different ways to go about a coup - some more conducive to a possible return home than others. But to a one-time syndicate assassin, 'take care of' was just one of the many euphemisms for 'destroy.'
Spike wasn't sure why he thought to make sure he and Dora were still on the same page, but it was too late to worry about such technicalities. As soon as he was certain they agreed on the plan, there would be no reason to stick around chatting. That could happen after the crew was no longer a problem.