 alice 

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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.

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