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Randa shook his head softly. "No plan.." He said softly, finishing off his bowl. "Not yet. But I know who I should talk to. And I know who we should go see..." he said deep in thought. As she ate across from him he couldn't help but look at her and think about how worried he was he was going to lose her that night, or die, and not be able to help her any longer. He didn't want to have to have those kind of thoughts any more.

"Zonia, I'm having a crazy idea... But it might help with our plight here.. We could use the basement in the shop to set up meetings. Try to find people who are tired like us.. Tired of all this." He stood up and hobbled over to her, collecting her bowl when she was finished and placing both hers and his on the counter. Looking around the shop, he felt a soft grin begin to build across his face. "Yeah... I'll quit the factory. But not before moonlighting out some equipment we need. We can start making posters, maybe get a symbol, and start showing people what we want." He cupped his chin, deep in thought over this.

"Maybe we could start talking to someone about demonstrating, showing the SWATS we're united. Then they'll have to start thinking of us very differently." he said, looking back to Zonia. "But first.. I think we need to talk to someone." He sat back down with a grimace, looking around the shop. "If its okay with you, i think we should close for lunch. I want you to come with me to meet someone who can help us. I know him from the factory.. But he was fired. I dunno why." as he spoke, he wrung his hands, tracing his pads over the bandage as he stared into space, a fire in his eyes beginning to burn bright.