From The Lab

Outpost Outlook

"Report!"

It looks as if they're gathering arms, sir.
Only moments before their aim is drawn.
All tactics are lost in a bloodlust blur,
A strategy's weight bared down on the pawn.

They are miles away from seeing success,
But power unchecked can grow twice as fast,
Venturing forth, their desired effect
Is hidden quite well beneath faux-styled masks.

Soon they'll take to the streets, armed for the storm,
With a desperation that's unnerving;
A strategy to attack with a swarm,
The left hand kills, the right hand's diverting.

"Suggestions?"

The skins of law books protect their soft hide,
And ever-right badges conceal intent,
But the people are still strong on our side,
So strike at the fringes until we're spent.

I don't trust them to play by their own rules,
What is this world when only thieves play fair?
Defend and retreat, though it may seem cruel,
Only fools follow dragons in their lair...

And follow they shall, to get at our heart,
We're never as strong when foes think us weak.
It is there they will learn the wartime arts
Of power, harsh fears, and graceful defeats.