Jul 13, 2006 16:41
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Finally, Yazoo stands up from the table, papers in hand. "It's time," he says simply, stalking over to a (borrowed) whiteboard and quickly drawing out a rough map.
"This is where she's holed up; a series of ruined laboratories just on the outskirts of Midgar. Surely she is bending those afflicted with Geostigma to her will, forcing them to serve as her bodyguards and human shields. I advise you to keep this in mind: you would be doing them a favor by by giving them merciful deaths.
"Now, then: there will be three groups; Sephiroth shall head one, Loz another, and I myself the third. We will split and approach from three directions to make sure she does not move without at least one of us spotting her; Loz and I will approach from the left and right, respectively, and Sephiroth will come straight at her. Those with the central group are advised to expect heavy resistance, as you are in fact part of a diversionary force.
"We will leave from these three gates here, here, and here; the gates on the left and right will leave first, and as silently and swiftly as possible, barring, of course, resistance; she will surely have her puppets stepping in to intercept us. From our scouting, it's very likely to be the ordinary citizens first, with those with actual skill kept closer to her." His face darkens a little bit. "And, of course, she is not without skills of her own; I do not see her dirtying her hands with physical force in the slightest, but her magical and mental skills are formidable and not to be underestimated.
"Now: if anyone has any preferences on where they are to be, speak now or forever hold your peace; we move as soon as the final grouping is assigned."