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"Take off the buttondown, too. It has our logos on it," Lalli says, turning away to provide some privacy. "Stuff it in a jacket pocket."

You tear open the packet and look at the pill. It's a large, dusty, brick colored circular tablet. It has the appearance of if somebody made a chalky candy that was supposed to have a vague resemblance to salami. In your dejection and absence of mind, you take one of them, almost recoiling at the taste. Medicine never tastes good, usually, but in all your life you've rarely seen something so processed and refined. You believe in good soup and food, not these stupid pills. After a painful swallow, you start taking off the dress shirt.

"Fahy is heading eastbound toward the bay, and will draw the attention of everyone around there. His exploits in experimental equipment could draw the attention of the wider undercity. It might be possible for us to lie low and wait for more of the milita to move past us to reinforce us before moving on."

That damn pill didn't feel like shit. And your injuries from yesterday are flaring up from the action you got in before now that the adrenaline is waning. You pop in a couple more as you finish unbuttoning the shirt and then work the sleeves off your arms.

Kiikoinen continues his outline of a plan. "That side of the undercity having the attention of the militia means less armed hostile elements in the areas of the city we will have to navigate in order to find a safe escape route to the surface."

Finally, your operator's voice comes on the comms addressing you. "Kiikoinen, Jarnafeldt. Status."

"I have prepared a plan," your mentor responds in a clam manner. "For brevity's sake I will not repeat it, but it relies on the attention drawn by Fahy."

Okay, what if... and you mean really, what if...