THIRTY-SIX : All hail the leaders of the revolution

[wristsniper]

[She's taken stock of new dronings. She's counted her losses. She's almost ready to post the tournament bracket. She's met with Prussia and Fritz, and now... Now there's only one thing left to do. She shuffles away the folder marked "Westport", and begins to make the call.]

[Filtered from drones

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[freakinblur]

[Of course this guy is stopping by, you better have some coffee brewing!]

Awright. So what's the grand plan, huh?

[wristsniper]

[OF COURSE THERE IS COFFEE.

The living room now more closely resembles a war room: maps, small blocks and shapes, stacks of paper, books, and a multitude of other supplies are suddenly out in the open.]

Three-part assault. City Hall, the police station, and the drone household. I'm going to need you for this.

[freakinblur]

Naturally. Which team am I gonna be on?

[wristsniper]

The police station, or City Hall. We're trying to infiltrate the police station.

[freakinblur]

Inflitratin', huh? I've been kinda itchin' ta get inside either of those places an' check 'em out. I was all ready ta do so awhile ago but it never took off.

[wristsniper]

Well, this will. I'm going to need all the sneaky bastards and recklessly clever people I can get.

So, how about it? Will you start investigating?

[freakinblur]

Ya called the right man fer the job, pally. Whatcha want me to hit up first?

[wristsniper]

Any efforts to infiltrate City Hall or the police station have to be documented somewhere; at least, someone here should remember them. I need to figure out exactly how we're going to get in there and beat the shit out of them so we can take a look around.

[freakinblur]

All I learned from what we tried is that I don't think Grady's actually in there. An' it wouldn't surprise me, since I'd seen the bastard teleport before. I think our best bet is a distraction, while other people go inside.

[wristsniper]

That's my plan. A massive distraction.