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[alterrainterror]

Rollbar trudges back in, probably looking for a place to sit that hasn't got a furtive Predacon in it.

"All right." With a glance at the sign, he sits back on the nearest couch and looks around. "I know about us, but what do the rest of you do when your team's havin' a run of bad luck?"

His tone takes a turn towards the grumbling. "And failin' that

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[onemorebounty]

For the latter, choose routes that make ambush difficult, and scout ahead.

[alterrainterror]

A nod. "I'll try the first. Trouble is, I've gotta go to the same place, and he's always waitin'." Rollbar pauses, then admits, "'Course, that's because I'm headin' for where he is in the first place."

[onemorebounty]

Hmm. Have you tried feints, diversions, decoys? Can you take a hostage he won't want to risk, or seem to?

[alterrainterror]

"Well, hostages'd only encourage him, but the rest might work." He nods thoughtfully, rubbing his chin. "If he jumps decoys a couple'a times, he might get bored..."

[onemorebounty]

There's no one he's unwilling to risk?

*She nods.*

Good fortune.

[alterrainterror]

"In theory, we're the ones he's not willin' to risk. But it's not actually dangerous... uh, in theory, so it won't stop him." Rolbar shrugs, smiling helplessly. The risks of having a tank jumping on your back are a matter he and the tank disagree on.

"Heh, thanks." It's a second before he starts to wonder if he's supposed to say that. Reflexes must be getting slow.