Wyatt's Room, Young Bloods Tower
July 9th, 10AM-ish, Comic Book Standard Time
The Republic of Atria wrote:"I hate to tell you this, but that's not how my glamour works. ... Changing it takes a lot of time and assistance."
Sam blinked back surprise, then nodded, frowning. He hadn't meant to assume anything about Wyatt's gifts. "OK, what do you need? How can I help?
"For my part, serious disguising and acting might take a few days to get ready for. What we pulled last night wouldn't have stood up even to a half-assed ID check."
The Republic of Atria wrote:"I'm still interested, I guess. I know they're not fond of me if last night was any indication. Warwolf uses full body covering armor. Can't see anything on the person inside, so my glamour will still be useful as long as we grab a grunt or two. The sooner we can kick them out of the city, the better."
A huge grin split Sam's face. "You guess? What's a hero without confidence!" He took a breath before continuing. "But seriously, we want more than a faceless grunt. Grunts don't know what's going on; nobody tells them anything other than, 'Go here, do that.'. We really want identities that will get us access to people, documents, and computers that'll talk about Warwolf's big picture.
"I doubt they're here for the pay; there are more lucrative gigs for mercs. And I can't believe mercs care too much about law and order... unless they mean the 'beating up the wrong people' kind of law and order. The SDPS has enough bad cops that they wouldn't have to contract that out, if that's what the real goal was. So, what's Warwolf's deal, and how are they going to try to get it? That's whatt I want to learn."