[h3]Elijah[/h3]
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Fowler watched as the rest of the townsfolk shuffled out of the building, leaving both himself and the other individuals the mayor had listed to stand awkwardly in the empty hall. Granted, that wasn't what really occupied his attention at the moment. No, that honor would go to all this talk of raiders holed up at the old munitions factory. As soon as Nicholas mentioned it Elijah had started drawing up battle plans, though without any sort of solid intel on the building's interior all these ideas would amount to little more than idle speculation, and that was the last thing he wanted to serve as the foundation of any operation's playbook — let alone one in which he happened to be involved. It was how people got killed after all. Regardless, he remained quiet for a time, allowing the mayor and the Mormon boy to say their piece; and himself some time to review the strengths and weaknesses of everyone else involved, before venturing some suggestions of his own.

"A small group can take care of this no problem, provided we have the right information and a concrete plan..." he began, taking his hand off his pistol for the first time that morning and crossing his arms instead. "The real issue will be getting into the place without being spotted."

He swept his gaze across the room, meeting the eyes of several people in the process before settling on the mayor once more.

"I suggest we go in using the surrounding tree line for cover. Maybe pick off whatever sentries and scouts they have in place, and once that's done breach the perimeter."

His mind on the matter spoken, Elijah fell back to thoughtful observation.