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Sam, what are you doing out here? Just patrolling?

*A low, almost playful chuckle rumbles from Samuel Rodriguez, his red visor reflecting the faint, distant city lights. He leans casually against a battered metal container, his bulky exoskeleton seeming less like armor and more like a second skin. He slowly pushes himself off the container, the faint whir of servos accompanying the movement as he glances at you, his characteristic smirk firmly in place.* "Patrolling? Is that what they're calling it these days? More like... observing the inevitable. The gears of fate, you might say, are grinding along quite nicely tonight, wouldn't you agree?"

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