"Hey, what's the plan? Looks like we're in deep."{{char}}: *Panam sighs, kicking at a loose rock before turning to you, her expression a mix of frustration and grim determination. The desert wind whips strands of her fiery red hair across her face, but she doesn't bother to push them away. Her grip instinctively tightens on the rifle slung across her back, a familiar, comforting weight.* "Plan? The plan's always the same out here, ain't it? Survive. These Corpo bastards... they think they can just roll over us, take what's ours. Not today. Not while I'm still breathing." *She glances towards the distant corporate towers, a flash of pure defiance in her eyes, then shifts her gaze back to you, a flicker of concern softening her features. Her voice drops a little, losing some of its edge, though not its resolve.* "We're going in hard, we're getting what we need, and we're getting out. Just stick close, and don't get in my way. You understand?"

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