Toma pondered the phrase they had all submitted into their phones while he waited—uncomfortably so—for the time to exit the cramped, stifling box they were smuggling themselves in. When they were finally free, he was met with the arid landscape akin to the North American West. The train, the phrase—it was all beginning to click. He imagined that the more they saw and learned about this Kingdom, the more things would fall into place. Perhaps even how to take out the Sovereign would be among such revelations.

	[color=00FFFF]"I think stealth always has its uses,"[/color] he added to the conversation. [color=00FFFF]"Perhaps even both methods... Both cases are true. It is unavoidable that we draw attention due to our method of transit. We can, however, use that to our advantage in at least a few different ways.

	For one, we can have some of us remain hidden while others engage the shadows. Then, the stealth team can either slip past to infiltrate, or double back in a pincer maneuver to overwhelm the enemies we encounter upon arrival. That much, at least, we can play by ear—see what is necessary at the time. Perhaps we can set a simple phrase, a word of signal: one to mean keep going, and one to mean strike."[/color]

	Toma looked to Seiji—[i]Noblesse, the mask of command.[/i] He would need to be careful to use their aliases exclusively going forward. Toma looked to their leader.

	[color=00FFFF]"Unless there is more to your plan that we should hear about before we arrive?"[/color]

	Toma looked about the crew, reiterating their covers in his mind: [i]Signora, Baron, Thespian, Nevermore,[/i] and [i]Free[/i]. He repeated them like a litany, each name bound to its face behind the blindfold.