The Attic of an Old Warehouse, AKA the Nominal Temporary Wiggin Home Base, Wednesday

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They would have to take more of the heavy hitters out of the equation.

Ender knew that much

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Richie had been laying low, extra low, for the past couple of days. Apparently years of being an underage petty criminal and mostly evading the police were good training for something after all. But this was apparently the place to go. So here he was.

"Heard there might be something in the works," he said as he walked in. "What can I do?"

[I fail at pinging in so I felt I really should do so. But I'll be slow for a while.]

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"We need all the manpower we can get," Ender said, looking up, "So the answer would be 'a lot'."

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"Point me in the right direction," Richie said, jaw set. "I mean, I'm just a guy. I can't do anything fancy. No powers or anything. But I'm in anyway."

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"Right now, the best thing you can do is poking your head into any organizational meetings you find," Ender told him. "We're going to need bodies to get into the castle, but right now we need brains."