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[h2][color=a36209]CFA-Section 19[/color][/h2][h2][color=steelblue]Alvirstein Division:[/color][/h2][h2][color=f7941d]'Paladin'[/color][/h2]
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[b][color=steelblue]Current Deployment:[/color][/b] Jupiter's Moon, Callisto
[b][color=steelblue]Current Time:[/color][/b] 14:31 Post Meridian, Earth Standard Time, 2207.
[b][color=steelblue]Current Assignment:[/color][/b] [i]Subversion.[/i]
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Considering both options very carefully, he assumed the best of both sides of the fence, accessing interim Martian info-space through the transponder he selected through his console, pulling up the contact information of a growing, yet dormant extremist group set in the Martian commons.

"[color=f7941d]Our best option now would be to call upon one or some of the unsettled groups in the Martian social areas to incite some protests at the front of the Palace, something about unjust subjugation and rule seems about right to incur some picketed wrath of the people. This would avoid the escalation for the Royal shadows to commence executive defense of the inner machinations of the Palace itself.[/color]"

Ry paused, taking a moment to consider come what may from such a proxy-devised manner of conducting an operation.

 "[color=f7941d]Rather keep to their regular duties as, protests, are protests, that will be suppressed sooner or later. This idea will only thin out the guards from various non-vital areas for infiltration of the Palace, we will, however, need to take any stealth matters into our own hands once inside, meaning the blood is on our hands in regards to what we do, or who we kill. If we do go guns blazing, our window will be extremely short before the whole P.D.F. is against us, so preferably, after we chase the lead to a new point, is when we start being reckless to-exfil.[/color]"

Stating this he would pull up Crime-report sheets on various socially active groups, as well as extremist groups whom favor the aspect of anti-establishment, anti-subjugation causes, ashing the butt of his cigarette against the top of the console, placing the crumpled butt in a conveniently placed disposal tray adjacent to the area where he ashed his cigarette, he would wipe the ashes on the counter into his hand, which he would place in a tactical pouch connected to his suit.
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