Hondo sits quietly, waiting for someone to voice Option Two. It takes a few awkward moments for him to realize that everyone's looking at him, and apparently HE'S the one with Option Two. He sits a little straighter in his chair and clears his throat, gathering his thoughts as best he can.
"So, just so it's been talked about, how bad would it be to actually join the Enclave? I know," he holds up a hand to acknowledge the revulsion others in the room clearly feel, "I know, they're bastards. But they're bastards with guns, men, and some kinda political mission to re-unite whatever the fuck they think the nation looked like before we all went inta vaults. If the punks we captured are normal, the Enclave ain't gonna stop trying to shove a boot up Empire's ass. They're far away now, but they built a fucking flying mountain just a few miles from here and nobody knew about it until we blew it up. And if we," he waves his hand at himself, Alice, and Marcus, "hadn't caught that commando motherfucker, Empire'd be a sittin' duck right now."
"So what I'm sayin' is what happens next time? The Brotherhood can garrison the place, but sooner or later the information's gonna dry up and they'll leave. Sorry, Jim," Hondo shrugs, meaning no offense, "but you said it--the Brotherhood don't care about anything but the information, and once they've got it, they've got no reason to keep defending Empire. When that time comes, is Empire going to be able to defend itself from more Enclave attacks? If Empire can, then great, lean on the Brotherhood while Empire builds up it's defenses. If Empire can't, or doesn't want to, then some kinda ambassador better get sent to the Enclave right now to start some kinda negotiations, 'cuz the more it costs the Enclave to take Empire over, the worse it's gonna be for Empire when the dust settles."