Feign looks out over the lake, there is some wind blowing by the mouth of the tunnel, as he expected.  He takes careful aim and fires the odd looking bolt out over the lake at just the right angle...<br/><br/>The wind carries the bolt upwards quite a distance before it tips and topples.  Just at that moment, the bolt explodes with a tiny pop, corrisponding instantly to the radios of the group, and those throughout the palace screeching loudlyand cutting out suddenly.<br/><br/>---<br/><br/>Far off in the city, two robed and hooded figures stand on a balcony looking down on the riot below.  they start suddenly as a trancever on their belts beep and blink.  One of them picks the device off his belt to read the small scrolling text display on the top, its hand still concealed by the robe's voluminous sleeve.<br/><br/>---<br/><br/>In a nearly abandoned warehouse, a woman suddenly stops beating on her worn punching bag as a device on her table emits a loud buzz, the thing is a cobbled together mass of old electronics, but it serves her purposes well, As she reads the diosplay scrolling up the converted EEg display, a worried look falls across her face.  Oh ye spirits, Feign what have you gotten into?<br/><br/>---<br/><br/>Back in the entrance to the tunnel, Feign cringes at the sound of the radios dying.  "Shit, I forgot to warn you, that broadcast was enough of a pulse to burn out a radio reciever this close.  Thankfully, it should enough to burn out the palace's main comms as well."  He looks out over the lake, a little solemn.  "Sadly, they're not going to stop and ask who is in the SEM.  Good people will die in this war, just as they would without our involvement.  the Tengu will only speed the wheels of it along."<br/><br/>He looks back at Baz, fully expecting to get punched straight out of the tunnel...  "Hopefully you can forgive them for the mistakes they will make."