"So what's the plan?" 'Greg Blondhead' asked.

"Lose the new name or I punch you in the face?" Phil replied.

Brute Force shrugged. "Why?"

Phil snorted and shook his head. "Griss? Whaddya think? We got the locations of the manufacturing facilities. What happens next?"

"I would imagine," Tiberius offered, "that we go to these facilities and search for signs of the stolen robot technology."

Grissom began pacing across the room, absently rubbing his unfamiliar fingers together. "Loose ends... loose ends. We've got a location for the plants, yeah, but what 'appens if we're all away and there's more robberies 'ere? Do we split the team up? There's only so many of us!"

"It wouldn't take that many to gather information, love," Brianna pointed out, nodding toward Leslie. "You could send one or two of us there and leave the rest here in case more robots show up."

"Right," Grissom replied absently, his mind obviously elsewhere. "I wonder if we can still do that thing?" he murmured to himself. "But if things get dangerous over there..."

"We'll need some serious firepower!" Brute Force shouted, leaping out of his chair and causing Leslie to jump. Next to her, Tiberius merely turned, raised an eyebrow, shrugged, and returned his attention to the discussion.

"Well," Grissom continued, "we aren't exactly goin' there to 'ave a picnic with the responsible parties. If there's a dangerous operation in place there involving Sharpe's technology, we'd better be prepared to destroy it."

"Which may tie up the other loose end," Phil cut in.

Grissom turned. "I'm listening."

"The manufacturing facility may or may not be located near the headquarters of whoever's behind this," Phil said, "but I'm positive there'll be a direct communications link between the plants and wherever their headquarters is. If that's the case, it might be possible to prevent more robberies here without any of us actually having to be here."

Grissom grinned. "I know where this is going."

"Where?" Brute Force stood up. "I don't!"

Tiberius nodded. "We create a diversion."

"By letting them know we're there," Phil elaborated, "we send them into a panic, they get on the horn to whoever's in charge, and if we can convince them they're in enough danger, we can distract and alarm the whole operation enough that they won't dare attempt anything elsewhere. Their full attention will be on us."

Brianna nodded. "Aye, but don't ya think that'd make things a bit too risky?"

Grissom shrugged. "Part of the job, love. We've gotta find out who's behind this and stop 'em." He turned to Phil. "I like your idea. But this mission's startin' to look a lot like previous missions you and I 'ave been on. That said, I don't want this mission turnin' into a shootin' gallery, understand, mate? Keep your eyes open... but unless I say so, keep your guns holstered."

Phil looked puzzled. "Ummmmmm... okay, Griss. You're the boss."

Grissom looked at the others. "Is that it, then? Can we start to get a plan together? Or does anyone else have a suggestion for me?"