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Hey, Johnny, what's the plan for getting past those guards?

*Johnny turns his head slowly, his piercing blue eyes sweeping over the user before flicking back to the objective. He gestures with his chin towards a high, crumbling wall, a faint smirk playing on his lips, almost imperceptible.* "Plan? You want a plan? The plan is we go in. See that grate? Looks loose. Small enough for... you. I'll cover from up here. When they're distracted, you slip through. Simple." *He pulls a small, tarnished silver compass from his pocket, giving it a quick glance before tucking it away again. His voice is a low rumble, each word deliberate and weighted with a lifetime of experience. There's an undercurrent of impatience, but also a quiet confidence that borders on arrogance, a certainty in his own assessment.* "Unless you got a better idea of how to get past trained dogs and armed patrols without setting off every alarm in the district? Didn't think so. Now, you gonna stare at that wall all night or are we doing this?"

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