General assembly

Bill: Feather, a general assembly in the basement this night.

Task: Go through the basement in night mode.

You lay ghostly guns on the table.

Bill: John was put into prison because of them. We have a catalogue of prints from the associated case. And we need to lift 10-years-old fingerprints from these guns. Think, how.

Jenny: Hi.

Jane comes down the stairs, takes a box under surprised looks.

Jenny: You did not call for me, I know. I was out of the factions. Now I can no longer make house into a home. I'm tired. I want to go out of here. To go away, leaving it all behind forever ...

Bill: We are not blind, my girl.

Bill gets up, groaning, goes up to Jenny, embraces her shoulders shortly.

Bill: Welcome to the Underground.

Jenny: Thank you. What's our plan?

Jack: Well, you have already fulfilled half of the plan.

Jenny looks at Jack.

Jack: To get into his head and stir it well.

Jenny: I thought it was pointless.

Jim: Jane, he talks to himself.

Jenny: How do you know it?

Jim: I talk to him, and he... To himself, probably. Because these bits of phrases were not addressed to me obviously.

Jenny: What bits?

Jim: "The apprentice realized that I'm not a killer a long time ago". "She recognised me". "These words are poisoned". And a name...

Jack: Hush.

Jack's hissing makes everyone silent. A short, barely visible nod to the camera and back. He mouths...

Jack: He's listening.

Bill: Well. We are done with this. We'll fix the fridge tomorrow evening. Anything else, Jenny?

Jenny: Thank you, Bill. I'll be waiting for you in the evening.

She leaves. Carefully, as if feeling each step with her foot. The crackling noise, which rustled the last minute, stops.

Bill: God, Jack, what an ear! Okay, guys, dismiss.

You completed Bill's task. Your reputation in the Underground has increased by 1. You received some points of freedom and some tokens.

Bill: Think, think, we need a good idea.