93 Patricide

In the dark streets of Dartford, Leo Dubois and his group gathered, tense and focused. They stood around a makeshift table covered in maps and dimly lit screens showing bits of intelligence.

Leo, his face determined and tired from weeks of evading Scar's relentless pursuit, spoke in a commanding voice. "We have one chance," he started, looking at his trusted allies. "Scar's followers control the city now, but tomorrow, he'll be vulnerable."

Helen Jones, known for her bold actions, interrupted sharply. "We should strike quickly and decisively, catch him off guard. It's our best shot to end this once and for all."

Leo frowned, thinking carefully. "Rushing in risks everything. Scar's weakened, but his defenses will be strong. We need a plan to strike hard and retreat safely."

Helen crossed her arms defiantly, her eyes narrowing. "We've been on the run too long, Leo. It's time to take the fight to him," she argued urgently.

Leo turned to Harold, a cool-headed strategist. "What's Scar's lo