Shadowy shapes shifted in the corner of Garret’s goggled vision, making him turn his attention towards the entrance to their little curtained off room, completely ignoring any kind of speech Zer might have been giving. Something was going on just outside the curtain that separated them from the rest of the brothel, something that had not been part of Garret’s discussion with Razr. Garret grit his teeth in frustration as he saw the shapes get closer… becoming more distinct as the moved up to the curtain, making it very clear that whoever was outside had armaments in their hands… And it looked like a lot of silhouettes. Zer and Garret were now officially cornered and any attempt at subterfuge had failed. Shit.<br/><br/><span style="color: navy">“Change of plan.”</span>Garret said, quickly donning his heavy jacket and tome with surprising speed, damned if he was going to leave those things unattended now. Before anyone knew it Garret was facing the entrance sidelong, left arm tucked neatly behind his back while his right held his cocked revolver... Crosshairs aligned perfectly with his eye, ready to shoot the first fool to enter the room.<span style="color: navy">“We head towards the door on the left, try to grab the Goblin in the process. You with me?”</span>Garret had no way to be sure, but maybe the door he had seen the slave girl go through would be activated by the Goblin too… Failing that there would surely be a slave girl to nab on the way. But first, how many gaurds where there to get through? And how much of a challenge would they pose? The chronomancer was sure he wouldn’t like the answer to either question.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>