“I know you said no guns,” said Deep, pointing at the map. “But if I could perch on this building here. It’s got a good view up the street.”
“It’s a risk,” said Joss. “How good are you?”
“He’s sound,” said Sabienn blankly.
“Sound?” said Stork, taking umbrage on Deep’s behalf. “This man once shot a latch off a cage at thirty metres. This man’s not sound. He’s screaming.”
“Very well,” said Joss. “One rifle. Anything else?” All eyes around the map seemed content with the task. “Good luck. Meet back here after.”
When they dispersed, Sabienn and Bray took off in the direction of the street getting ready for the parade. Stork stayed with them for a distance but peeled off to the other footpath. Deep kept behind to await the arrival of his weapon from Joss.
Already, there was a crowd three
