Indeed I have given thought as to how one might structure a defense in depth. In the day we hide in taverns and at night in folk clubs. Real partisans will wear pink or some other mutually-agreed-to gauche colour, but not TELL anyone. Garlic on the bullets, fake bombs that when they fall blare really loud but bad music and we piss in the beer vats at Molson's. The Americans, seldon having had real beer would drink it anyway. Stuff like that.