(that works--I was thinking an 8-grunt squad and a smallish warehouse, so three plus Nayru and the other four covering should work beautifully.)<br/><br/>(the warehouse is twenty squares wide and thirty squares deep...)<br/><br/>Some of her fellow peace officers, being former soldiers, jump to it.  Three, new recruits, hang back...volunteering for cover duty outside, with one fellow vet giving her a tight nod, signaling his intent to stay to keep an eye on them.<br/><br/>The PROGO man draws his blaster as well and nods, setting his weapon to stun.<br/><br/>"This is more your sort of thing than mine, I'm afraid," he tells her...and by now, she's seen enough to know that this particular example of a political officer has his heart in the right place--if the rest of PROGO's flunkies were half as well-meaning and dedicated, things would be a lot better here.<em>Plus</em>he's smart enough not to get in her way when the blaster fire starts.<br/><br/>Her little band of four plus one finds a side door that hangs a bit ajar, the wiring on the keypad yanked out and sparking...clearly the work of amateurs.  The designated point man gestures to another side door, clearly thinking that this would be a better point of entry than the one used by the intruders.<br/><br/>