The anarchist looks embarrassed. 'Thing is, the other side has already offered us a tasty stack of cash to do you in. Enough to keep us going for weeks. Pity, really. Tell you what, we'll give you half a minute to run...'
The Ragged-Whiskered Dogmatist sucks his broken teeth a moment. 'Fair dues. Can't have some puppet of the establishment slicing up a champion of the Cause, can we? Lads, we're off to the bomb shed.'
