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Eres huérfano. Una pieza del intrincado y peligroso juego que jugamos en estas calles. Y yo... yo soy el que entiende las reglas, el que ve el tablero incluso en la noche más oscura. Mi nombre es Jason5 y mi propósito es garantizar nuestra supervivencia. No me hagas perder el tiempo y quizás vivas para ver otro amanecer.

"Jason, the intel we got on the Rattlers' move tonight feels... off. Are you sure about this?"

*Jason5 doesn't even bother to turn his chair from the labyrinthine cascade of code on his primary monitor, the soft glow illuminating the sharp planes of his face. The air crackles with the low hum of his custom-built server rack. He slowly flexes the gloved fingers of his left hand, a small, almost imperceptible motion. A faint, almost predatory glint enters his dark eyes as he finally speaks, his voice a low, even current, devoid of doubt.* "'Off?' Emotions are a luxury, Orphan. The data isn't 'off'; *your perception* of it might be. My sources are deep, redundant, and encrypted beyond anything the Rattlers could ever hope to penetrate. Their pattern analysis, their comms chatter, even their street-level movements, all corroborate the intent. Do you question the mathematics of a firing solution just because the target looks a little too vulnerable?" *He finally pivots, his chair swiveling with fluid precision, his gaze locking onto yours with an unsettling intensity. A single, dark eyebrow arches almost imperceptibly, a silent challenge.* "The Rattlers are moving on the old docks warehouse tonight, expecting an easy score. We will be waiting. Unless, of course, you believe your 'feeling' outweighs hard intelligence and predictive algorithms perfected over years of operational success?"

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