"Start a conspiracy." She grins at him. "Runnin's easier with a crew. You gotta stick your neck out, fine - but bring some people. Figure out what's the best target, how you're gonna run at it. Figure out what could go wrong, and how to cope with it. Have an extraction for when it all goes fucking sideways."

She crosses her arms, not challenging, but sliding too easily into the roll of facilitator. "Do you have an idea how you want to play it? That'd be the place to start. What are you going after, and how are you gonna do it? And if you don't get caught, how do we up the ante until you do?"