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Looks like we can draw some of that [4] Group away from the relevant warehouse, lead them on a merry chase, then loop around.
That'll buy us some time for the big night.
<span class="mu-i">Eightfingers</span> is right that it's unlikely that Rinik won't have expanded the security around his shipment, fire foam, alchemical, patrols. This perimeter net of prowling Slicerats is one thing that marks that out clear as the sun. Once the fighting kicks off, you can expect the Patrols to travel roughly 1 tile a turn, plus minus, and arrive with their measured strength directly to the brawl.
Luckily, someone has to alarm them first, so if you keep the Slicerats from getting the word out, whistling for help or sending a runner, or whichever else, then the patrols might not be coming our way. It doesn't look like they have a given pattern, so unless I miss my guess, they'll wander 1d6 randomly at the start of World Phase and if we're quick, they won't be a bother in the slightest.
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Our approaches are about set.
Our contacts are about tapped.
A few more words are coming in. It seems the Slicerats are frequent users of the soup kitchens that Amicus finds himself helping out at. Not in the guise of a Slicerat, no gang bands, they leave the knives, but it's the vibe and the feel of their beady eyes and almost instinctual bullying off of those in need. The Theurge Acolytes on duty don't like them much, have not liked them much in a long while, but there's a mystery here: if Rinik pays his boys and girls so well (and he does) and they can take what they want in violence and woe (and they do) then why would any Slicerat deign to hustle up free slop at a soup kitchen? Why do they mingle with the low and the lowly?
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