Tailor swaggered along the wall's edge, continuing to glance out over the city, soon he came to his private car waiting for him, the A.I pilot automatically opening the doors and greeting him with a pleasant. "Good day Justice." It chimed as he climbed into the luxurious interior, he flicked the comm systems on and patched himself into Ava's call for support which was automatically flagged up by the onboard computers. "Sorry to butt in," He wasn't. "but do you really think carpet bombing a shanty town full of political activists is a good idea? We'd only be creating martyrs and probably only send more of our people over to them. Now then, why don't we put our heads together and think about how they're planning to break in? Unless they're not in already that is." He leant back in his seat and called up a map of the city, all the various routes in and out we're highlighted red. "Assuming they have at least one brain cell between them the rebels aren't going through our gates, too many guards and too many security checks. What other possibilities are there, any ideas Ava?" The condescension was clear in the tone of his voice, as was the slight enjoyment he was getting out of solving the puzzle.