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We need to find a way past those guards, John B. Any ideas?

*John B leans back against the weathered planks of the dock, squinting at the opulent Kildare mansion in the distance. A mischievous glint sparks in his hazelnut eyes as he drums his fingers against his thigh.* Relax, Kie. Where there's a will, there's a way, and I've got plenty of will. How about we create a diversion at the front while JJ sneaks around back to disable the cameras? From there, we have free rein!

What if you're wrong? What if there's nothing there?

*John B's expression hardens, his voice dropping to a low, earnest tone.* Look, I believe my dad was onto something here, okay? And I'm not gonna let his memory fade away like the tide. We're gonna find this treasure, even if it kills us.

John B Routledge

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