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<blockquote data-quote="ThirdWizard" data-source="post: 6631700" data-attributes="member: 12037"><p>Three-Nine-Eight looked toward the old warehouse, staring unblinking, his eyes slowly scanning across the crumbling bricks and creeping razorvine that made up the exterior. Every once in a while he would pause on one of the dirty blackened or boarded up windows that dotted the rough surface every few yards. At these, he would squint a bit, as if such an action would allow his vision to pierce through to the interior. Eventually, he would give up on the impossible task, and his eyes would move once again, continuing along the wall until they reached the next window where they would stop again. Finally, with the entire exterior inspected, the modron’s eyes would move back up again to the upper left corner of the building to start the entire process over once again.</p><p></p><p>As Mehen paced beside the six foot tall box on stilts, he found the modron’s repeated process unexpectedly maddening. Aurian simply leaned against the wall of the alley they had ducked into, his eyes closed, not seeming to pay attention.</p><p></p><p>“See anything there?” asked Mehen.</p><p></p><p>“I see many things. But nothing of note,” replied Two-Nine-Eight. “I don’t see why you sent the other two in alone. Is it not incredibly dangerous? We should have just charged in and killed anyone we saw.”</p><p></p><p>The modron was definitely a Mercykiller.</p><p></p><p>“This way, we might get some intel back.”</p><p></p><p>“The plan is doomed to failure in the end,” Two-Nine-Eight responded flatly.</p><p></p><p>“Sort of. They’ll have to wing it, see how things turn out.”</p><p></p><p>Two-Nine-Eight did not turn from the warehouse and paused his surveillance, his eyes unmoving for several seconds. Then he continued once again. “I don’t like winging it in this way. Your allies have limited options inside.”</p><p></p><p>Mehen didn’t argue with that. He agreed for the most part.</p><p></p><p>The mercenary they’d interrogated had said that he didn’t belong to any faction, but that this was where they were supposed to take the captive Godsman. He claimed it was part of the job that they keep one alive for questioning, and he didn’t know why, but he did know where the dropoff was supposed to be. They believed him. Soon after questioning, a Harmonium patrol had taken the two mercenaries off the party’s hands, leaving them to follow up on the rest. Mozzy wasn’t about to let her own faction members be taken off the streets by some Anarchists and let them get away with it, or leave it to the Harmonium to investigate. They’d find out what was up here. And, if it turned out that the mercenary was lying, they knew exactly where to find him.</p><p></p><p>So they had concocted a plan.</p><p></p><p>Mozzy and Jer had spells that they could use to disguise themselves. Mozzy would take the form of the mercenary they’d questioned while Jer would look just like the Godsman who they had rescued. Mozzy would then pretend to be the only merc left standing while she offered Jer up, trying to get any information that she could. They had quickly tied Jer up in some rigged rope, and the two of them simply walked in the front door. If anything were to go wrong, the rest of the group would be waiting outside.</p><p></p><p>And so, they waited.</p><p></p><p>Two-Nine-Eight asked another question. “What information do you wish to discover. They are Anarchists. They are law-breakers. Surely, as a Guvener that is all you need? Take prisoners if you can, like before. It seems unnecessarily risky.”</p><p></p><p>Aurian spoke up this time. “Because we don’t know where in the warehouse they are. We don’t even know if they’re there yet. We need to scout, but we need to do it in a way that is as inconspicuous as possible. Mozzy and Jer going in, looking like expected guests, means that everything is going as expected, from the Anarchists perspectives.”</p><p></p><p>Two-Nine-Eight mulled it over. “That is true. But, Mozzy is not going to hand over Jer.”</p><p></p><p>“We’ll be in there before any kind of situation arises,” responded Aurian.</p><p></p><p>“If everything goes as plan.” said Mehen. That was, after all, the part where improvisation would prove difficult. What exactly would Mozzy and Jer do after they had gathered all the information they could, and it was time for the prisoner exchange? Other than sounding the alarm and waiting for the cavalry, that is. “It depends on how long they can stall.” He turned to Three-Nine-Eight. “We just have to have faith in our friends that they can adapt to the situation as it develops, and that they give us enough time to get in there that we still have the edge up on the Revolutionary League.”</p><p></p><p>“I just hope that they do not escape,” said Two-Nine-Eight. His eyes stopped briefly, then pinged back to the upper right, his slow scan starting from the beginning once again.</p><p></p><p>“Mozzy is right there with you.”</p><p></p><p>There was a long lull, as they continued to wait in their own way. Two minutes turned into three minutes, which gave way to five more minutes after that. It was approaching the fifteen minute mark from when the two first went in when Aurian got the signal.</p><p></p><p>“We’re headed in,” he whispered, seemingly to no one in particular. Then louder. “The Anarchists know they aren’t who they say they are. We’ve got to move faster than expected.”</p><p></p><p>With that, the three broke into a run.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="ThirdWizard, post: 6631700, member: 12037"] Three-Nine-Eight looked toward the old warehouse, staring unblinking, his eyes slowly scanning across the crumbling bricks and creeping razorvine that made up the exterior. Every once in a while he would pause on one of the dirty blackened or boarded up windows that dotted the rough surface every few yards. At these, he would squint a bit, as if such an action would allow his vision to pierce through to the interior. Eventually, he would give up on the impossible task, and his eyes would move once again, continuing along the wall until they reached the next window where they would stop again. Finally, with the entire exterior inspected, the modron’s eyes would move back up again to the upper left corner of the building to start the entire process over once again. As Mehen paced beside the six foot tall box on stilts, he found the modron’s repeated process unexpectedly maddening. Aurian simply leaned against the wall of the alley they had ducked into, his eyes closed, not seeming to pay attention. “See anything there?” asked Mehen. “I see many things. But nothing of note,” replied Two-Nine-Eight. “I don’t see why you sent the other two in alone. Is it not incredibly dangerous? We should have just charged in and killed anyone we saw.” The modron was definitely a Mercykiller. “This way, we might get some intel back.” “The plan is doomed to failure in the end,” Two-Nine-Eight responded flatly. “Sort of. They’ll have to wing it, see how things turn out.” Two-Nine-Eight did not turn from the warehouse and paused his surveillance, his eyes unmoving for several seconds. Then he continued once again. “I don’t like winging it in this way. Your allies have limited options inside.” Mehen didn’t argue with that. He agreed for the most part. The mercenary they’d interrogated had said that he didn’t belong to any faction, but that this was where they were supposed to take the captive Godsman. He claimed it was part of the job that they keep one alive for questioning, and he didn’t know why, but he did know where the dropoff was supposed to be. They believed him. Soon after questioning, a Harmonium patrol had taken the two mercenaries off the party’s hands, leaving them to follow up on the rest. Mozzy wasn’t about to let her own faction members be taken off the streets by some Anarchists and let them get away with it, or leave it to the Harmonium to investigate. They’d find out what was up here. And, if it turned out that the mercenary was lying, they knew exactly where to find him. So they had concocted a plan. Mozzy and Jer had spells that they could use to disguise themselves. Mozzy would take the form of the mercenary they’d questioned while Jer would look just like the Godsman who they had rescued. Mozzy would then pretend to be the only merc left standing while she offered Jer up, trying to get any information that she could. They had quickly tied Jer up in some rigged rope, and the two of them simply walked in the front door. If anything were to go wrong, the rest of the group would be waiting outside. And so, they waited. Two-Nine-Eight asked another question. “What information do you wish to discover. They are Anarchists. They are law-breakers. Surely, as a Guvener that is all you need? Take prisoners if you can, like before. It seems unnecessarily risky.” Aurian spoke up this time. “Because we don’t know where in the warehouse they are. We don’t even know if they’re there yet. We need to scout, but we need to do it in a way that is as inconspicuous as possible. Mozzy and Jer going in, looking like expected guests, means that everything is going as expected, from the Anarchists perspectives.” Two-Nine-Eight mulled it over. “That is true. But, Mozzy is not going to hand over Jer.” “We’ll be in there before any kind of situation arises,” responded Aurian. “If everything goes as plan.” said Mehen. That was, after all, the part where improvisation would prove difficult. What exactly would Mozzy and Jer do after they had gathered all the information they could, and it was time for the prisoner exchange? Other than sounding the alarm and waiting for the cavalry, that is. “It depends on how long they can stall.” He turned to Three-Nine-Eight. “We just have to have faith in our friends that they can adapt to the situation as it develops, and that they give us enough time to get in there that we still have the edge up on the Revolutionary League.” “I just hope that they do not escape,” said Two-Nine-Eight. His eyes stopped briefly, then pinged back to the upper right, his slow scan starting from the beginning once again. “Mozzy is right there with you.” There was a long lull, as they continued to wait in their own way. Two minutes turned into three minutes, which gave way to five more minutes after that. It was approaching the fifteen minute mark from when the two first went in when Aurian got the signal. “We’re headed in,” he whispered, seemingly to no one in particular. Then louder. “The Anarchists know they aren’t who they say they are. We’ve got to move faster than expected.” With that, the three broke into a run. [/QUOTE]
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