"I could maybe muster two companies worth of reinforcements, all properly briefed and ready for occasion, with a hour's time. Half an hour if I rush it," Rasovna said. "Any more than that and we would risk some vulnerabilities throughout the city as we focused on the protest." Rasovna was average height for a full blooded woman of Rheaveth. Long, deep black hair--that Yuna had no shortage of fun pulling--and green eyes that seemed to shimmer...even when they were dull with pleasure-haze.<br/><br/>Those same eyes suddenly took a very keen interest on Tolkov's diagram when Grashe spoke. "If you want to disperse a crowd, smoke rounds would do," the redhead said. "Their range is limited though. We'd need to aim them close and right at the crowd. If they're so whipped up into a frenzy, I doubt they'll have any problems standing so close."<br/><br/>"And if the fire starters are planning on baiting an incident," Tolkov added. "Then they'd love for us to fire upon them. The board's ready."<br/><br/>The diagram showed the prison, an old fort that had been converted for the purpose. It didn't require much remodeling. Tolkov marked the bridge over the moat and the entryway as a pair of lines. There was a plaza in front of the bridge with a three-tiered fountain as the center piece. There were two main streets that fed into the plaza and around it were both businesses and residential homes.<br/><br/>There was a jewelry box on the table in front of each of the women that contained small, pewter miniatures of soldiers. Grashe's were appropriately cannons. Kovacs started placing her 'marksmen' on the rooftops overlooking the plaza while Rasovna placed her troops on the external walls of the prison and within the fort's interior.