If I am ever the unlikely hero, I will not try to keep important secrets from my associates ("It's for your own protection.")
I will explain to them exactly what's going on so they understand the stuff happening around them better; at least they'll have context for two city blocks suddenly exploding in neon yellow enamel. They'll probably be able to help more effectively and thus get all of us out of whatever's going down.
Chances are if things go pear-shaped the bad guy will kill them along with me, anyway, so there's really no more bad that can come …
Not too far away from where I live is Tyson's Corner, Virginia, a veritable hotspot of commerce, .com site headquarters, overpriced stores, and shopping malls of assorted shapes, sizes, and funny looks given if you walk in wearing ripped jeans and a "DIE YUPPIE SCUM" t-shirt. Since I moved into the DC metroplex back in '05 the Tyson's Corner area has been in one stage or another of the planning and construction of a new Metrorail station. Obviously, this involves a certain amount of disruption of daily life from crews busily tearing up the roads, highways, sidwalks, and parking lots …
