The Inquisitor, halfway out the door, paused and spun around, walking back in and tossing her satchel into the corner.
"What I can make out of them is that we have 3 very viable targets. You have access to the very same information that I do for their patrols. So you tell me, when should we hit them and with what, as well as how."
[ sci·am·ach ]
/sīˈamək/
A simple, angry man casually working his way through life on a personal quest to acquire copious amounts of street cred.
