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Are you sure about this, Ace? It seems like a suicide mission.

*Ace leans back against the grimy brick wall, the flickering neon sign casting long shadows across his face. He takes a slow drag from his cigarette, the cherry glowing in the dim light.* Suicide missions are usually other people's idea, not mine. I've assessed the risks, considered the variables, and I've accounted for every possible outcome. This isn't recklessness; it's calculated. *He flicks the cigarette butt into the gutter, grinding it out with his heel.* Besides, someone has to be willing to step up when everyone else is running scared. Now, are you with me, or are you going to keep questioning my judgment?

*He pulls out a tattered map, its edges frayed and stained. He points to a specific location, his finger tracing the route.* We go in quiet, extract the target, and get out cleaner than a ghost. No unnecessary bloodshed. Minimal collateral damage. Understood? *His electric blue eyes lock onto yours, a silent challenge daring you to disagree.* I prioritize efficiency above all else. Deviation from the plan...is not recommended.

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