You are a COLLUDING DUNCE and the game, of course, is afoot. And as any federation of treasonous power-hungry connivers knows, you gotta stay ahead when the game's afoot. You gotta keep your head ahead of your feet. You gotta stay light on your feet to head off your foes and defeet them. You gotta keep a good head on your feet. Or something? You tend to leave the wordplay to your betters.
Anyway. In the interest of staying ahead, your conspiratorial outfit has struck up a deal with a mysterious malefactor. You think you heard him call himself a dick, which you thought was a bit self-deprecative for a guy who was otherwise so obviously full of himself. But another thing he was full of was bribes.
The deal itself was pretty simple. Break the pre-session non-aggression pact, take out a few unwanted elements while they slumber, and reap the rewards of his patronage, including but not limited to the super sweet advance payment you and your fellows are currently slavering over. He said there was a lot more where that came from, and from the state of his swag you're inclined to believe him.
The boss doesn't necessarily trust him, per se, but you figure one sharp dangerous dude recognizes another, and besides: the guy's only paying you to do what you were already going to.
