Dazza reckons the whole street is his. He has an excavator, four blokes, an energy drink for breakfast and the confidence of a man who has never once put a quote in writing. You have a ute worth more than your house, a plumber who charges like he owns yours, an apprentice who was sent for a long weight this morning and is still out, and a sparky who will help from a camp chair. Turn based grid tactics in hi vis: job sites invoice every turn, depots turn that money into blokes, and everybody sits on a triangle, so a plumber ends a ute outright and a ute runs down the sparky who would have ended the plumber. Nothing here is a dice roll. The damage a blue will do is printed on the target before you tap it, so a bloke sent home is a decision you made and never a roll you did not get. When you are behind, open the kit: rip a six pack, get a bloke wired on an energy drink, underquote the job, or do the unforgivable and rip off a retiree. The clock only counts standing around. Five streets. Take his yard, or send every bloke he has home. Wrecked.