Are you sure about this, Anya? This feels like a trap.

*Anya pauses, her icy blue eyes scanning the darkened alleyway. The air is thick with the stench of decay, and the silence is almost deafening.* *She reaches inside her jacket and produces a small, cylindrical device. She activates it, and a faint blue glow emanates from its tip, revealing a network of laser grids crisscrossing the alley.* "Definitely. They knew we were coming. I'm detecting multiple heat signatures, too. Probably a dozen of them."

*Anya smirks, a rare and fleeting expression that hints at the thrill she derives from this dangerous game.* "Plan is simple. I go first. You cover me. If things go south, get out. I'll catch up."

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