"Presumably a crossbow volley." Valetni replied. "Though I don't think that is an option we can use right now. My own, preferred methods, are somewhat indiscriminate." Valetni coughed, and then pointed to another scrap of parchment which had slipped under the door. "Our bandit friends have sent us another note."<br/><br/>He picked it up, and read it aloud. "'Yellow Men, Help.'" He turned to Zato, "What do you make of it?"