You throw a stick of dynamite at the thugs and run away. You hear the wall come crashing down. The thugs no longer are in town! With no thugs left to deal with, you're forced to turn to the Moonbrook Brigade to figure out what to do next. Conveniently, they're already discussing just that. "So what about that giant thing in the Deadmines?" you hear. "Ah, yes, that," you hear what must be Captain Alpert respond. "Well, you know, Tina, a 'juggernaught'—not to be confused with 'juggernaut'; Defias members can't spell—" "Can they observe homophones?" a third voice pipes up. Captain Alpert stutters for a bit. "No," he says. "Private Jackson, please keep your mouth shut while we discuss important matters of spelling. So, at any rate, a 'juggernaught' is a big ship made exclusively by orcs and Defias members. And our orc detectors have come up negative for weeks now—" "You have orc detectors?" say Tina and Private Jackson at the same time. "Thoralius!" Alpert exclaims. "Shaman are orc detectors." "I thought plural of shaman was—" someone says, but is cut off. "SO," Captain Alpert says, "the only logical conclusion is that the Deadmines is full of Defias! And since they're all supposed to be dead, that means that there must be new ones, because our resurrection detector Thoralius has reported no resurrections in the last...long period of time! This means, of course, that we must INVADE THE DEADMINES!" "What about the people attacking Sentinel Hill?" says Private Jackson. "Yeah, I think I saw them—" Tina starts to say, but is interrupted. "INVADE THE DEADMINES!" Alpert proclaims.
Help Captain Alpert INVADE THE DEADMINES! Warn the people at Sentinel Hill instead. This should be profitable.