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No one sees the wisdom in my nosie warren scheme?
Guess i need to upmani... persuasion.
We are MORE in danger of being "sold out" right now. Do you think that Cripps doesn't know what a air current underground MEANS? He actually lead Sommers into the inner chamber.
Indeed, he says it:
PS: Ahhhh a elegant assassination attempt on our boy would be to tip off the hunters and sabotage the methane in the exit-trap and/or just put something very heavy on the lid. If he doesn't die outright, considering the lack of guards or a surveillance network to alert him, he's trapped/followed without a contingency. A bolthole can very easily be turned into a trap on both ends.... think about it - just a phone call... and the people you believe will "sell you out" already know. Are you willing to risk using dominate on Cripps - that, btw, is probably lower generation that you - for making him "forget"?
Guess i need to up
They would sell ... what exactly: their own sub-warren layout and possible entrance?And invite Nos in is extreme dangerous. Do remember Nos are professional information sellers. With sufficient monetary reasons, the which many barons can give, they will sell our secret in a heartbeat.
And we are predicting an attack directly at our residence. It simply make sense to fortify the place anyway we can.
We are MORE in danger of being "sold out" right now. Do you think that Cripps doesn't know what a air current underground MEANS? He actually lead Sommers into the inner chamber.
Indeed, he says it:
It's only Sommers insecurity that leads him to discard Cripps seeing where the exit is. He can pretty much find it at will, especially considering there are NO GUARDS.You glance around the mithraeum once more, with mingled admiration for the grandeur of the place and contempt for its wastefulness. On the other side of the pool, Cripps idly kicks out with his hob-nailed boots, apparently immune to curiosity, and calls out, harshly,
“Doors.”
You glance back and note with interest that the heavy metal doors, fitted onto rollers, are equipped with thick deadbolts. Someone might blast through them with enough explosives, but they’d certainly provide a moderate obstacle to any attackers.
Suddenly, you catch it – incredibly faint, playing about your cheeks, the gentlest of breezes.
Of course, you think. When dawn finally comes, you’re standing alone, your enemies gathered around you…you’re nothing without an escape route.
PS: Ahhhh a elegant assassination attempt on our boy would be to tip off the hunters and sabotage the methane in the exit-trap and/or just put something very heavy on the lid. If he doesn't die outright, considering the lack of guards or a surveillance network to alert him, he's trapped/followed without a contingency. A bolthole can very easily be turned into a trap on both ends.... think about it - just a phone call... and the people you believe will "sell you out" already know. Are you willing to risk using dominate on Cripps - that, btw, is probably lower generation that you - for making him "forget"?