Kirin’s little corner of the world specializes in procurement. Even while being hunted by the Guard, they remain the best of the best.

Supplies trickle in over the next few days--everything from weaponry, maps, and guard uniforms to heavy explosives. They're not going to be tackling the Citadel itself, but they might as well prepare as if they are.

Their information gatherers are the most active. They're busy with the guard, mostly-- shifts, power levels, bribability. Kirin's group can't exactly fight the entirety of the Empire's home troops, so stealth will have to be the word of the day, at least until they can blow the whole place sky-high on their way out. Lyria looks a little bit overexcited about that part, but honestly, they’re all coping in their own ways. At least someone is having fun.

Kirin and his remaining deputies, meanwhile, are planning. They've been compromised thoroughly at this point; Radasanth is no longer safe for them. It's the only thing any of them have ever known, but they can't afford to stay here.

They're going to get the others and get out. Permanently.

Their little safe space is bursting with activity. Street rats have little to weigh them down, but even they have collected their trinkets over the years. Food, clothing, and other such necessities are being gathered into easily carried packs and lined by the exit. Weapons are checked and re-checked, assessed for damage, replaced, sharpened, and practiced with. Even the littlest among them is proficient with at least some type of blade, although their elders hope against hope they'll never have to use it.

Not everyone is going on the rescue mission, only a handful of Kirin’s best. The rest are going to take advantage of the distraction and get everyone else out, planning to regroup later outside the city, well towards the mountains. Should all go well, their entire little pack will be safely away from Radasanth by nightfall.

Cress and Aliah volunteer to remain behind with the main body. That leaves Kirin, Lexon, and Lyria heading the strike force, as they’ve come to think of it.

They’ll be lucky if they haven’t blown up half the Keep, with Lexon and Lyria putting their heads together. Kirin would care more if they weren’t about to leave forever. The damn Empire deserves to get blown up and set on fire, a little.

And then, well--it’s time. They say their (hopefully temporary) goodbyes and split up. They have a government to finally destabilize.