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She gets the note just before lunch. She's in the PHQ in less than twenty minutes, then she knocks on Piggot's door politely.
Sadde and Bell in Worm
back_again
"Eh, I don't really care. And it's weirder that Glam sometimes walks around in their suit. Like now."
thinkering
The bot projects it. It's written in polite bot style but covers all the key points and belabors the reasoning for all the things Piggot's likely to complain about.
And before Glam has completed saying the word 'course' Armsmaster's reply has arrived, asking them to meet with him and Piggot in Conference Room 03.
Armsmaster—or rather, Colin, in civilian gear—and Piggot are waiting there, sitting at the head of the long table.
"We looked over your strategic considerations, and both deemed it acceptable."
"We looked over your strategic considerations, and both deemed it acceptable."
"Not all," Colin says. "There are some slight changes I wish to make. Namely, if enough Wards and heroes suddenly stop patrolling right before the appropriate time, that might tip Lung and the gang off. We will need to adjust their patrolling schedules and routes together in order to seem to not have been notified."
He shakes his head. "I'm already here, we can do it now and get this over with in time for everyone to know what they'll do and be rested before the operation tonight."
thinkering
"Okay..." A bot projects onto the table the current schedule and she starts suggesting swaps.
mxglam
That evening, close to the appropriate time, the heroes are inconspicuously patrolling or in hidden positions far enough away from the meeting point that the thugs-failing-to-pretend-to-be-civilians keeping a lookout don't notice them.
Glam conjures a Rewind-copy inside her armor, connected to the bot network.