He could see far enough to determine a large group of men all facing the sewer wall. There was a long silence while some of them started shifting stances awkwardly.
Something snarled - a terrifying, metallic snarl which seemed to sound like hundreds of metal sheets rattling against each other. "Don't be dense." The same voice retorted irritably. "Once he's delivered the package to Silver Tongue, we can enact part 2. It would be irresponsible of us to assume we could act before that."
"More and more people are gettin' wise to us," A heavier man snorted, stepping forward slightly. "There's no way we can keep usin' this place as a hidin' spot while the cops get closer an' closer to smellin' us out."
"Impossible." Another man retorted. "This place stinks too much."
A quiet chuckle rippled through the group, but the big man didn't seem amused. "Once they find us here they've got us trapped. I still think we need to move to the metro and shut down the tram."
"Something that dangerous would only lead to the police finding us far quicker," The metallic voice snapped. "I'm not so dense that I'm about to allow something like that. We can use it as a last resort, but-"
"Rail two has been closed because the terminal needs repairing." An incredibly thin and whiny man suddenly said. "We could get out with some low charges and pull the tunnel in further along, right after rail one and two intersect. That would cut off all subway travel for a month at least."
The metallic voice sighed. "Alright. Get to suitcase 322; that's got everything you need. And don't overdo it, I don't want the whole city coming through that hole. Take Greebs and Muchikov with you. The rest get to your positions."
The men began to murmur among themselves and some began heading runa's way.