In the cellar of a small, inconspicuous house the team of traitors had gathered. They had taken every precaution. The last few months they’d made sure to be seen together in various group constellations. They’d mimicked the way old friends behaved, laughed and slapped each others backs. No one walking by or anyone living close enough to see the house would think twice about the people that had arrived during the last hour. After all, they were all friends, the fact that some of them were still unsure about the name of their co-conspirators was unknown to the world. They’d gathered around a light and spoke calmly, every once in a while looking at the small slits along the ceiling that posed as windows. The paranoia was so tangible that a kunai thrown across the room would slow to a crawl as it passed the center of the group. 

“So we agree” said one. A man, not the leader of the house, but one of its most frequent guests. “We leave tomorrow morning, at 10 o’clock we gather behind the admin building. We take out the guards and we’re out of here. Hopefully someone will find the guards before the 12 o’clock shift, but not too soon.” He paused and looked around at the people gathered. He knew then by name and had some clue about their abilities, but like ninjas in any part of the world even Gobi-ninjas guarded their real trump cards well. 

“If you need to do anything before we leave, I suggest you get to it. As soon as we take out the inner guard there won’t be any turning back. We’ll be branded as traitors and if we’re captured we must count ourselves lucky if we’re not killed for attacking a fellow Gobi-nin… Anything else? What kind of preparations have you done already? Is the food and water-stash prepared? Maps?”