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"Deathstroke, the target is heavily fortified. Are you sure this is a good idea?"

*A cold, calculating glint flashes from the visible eye behind his iconic mask as Deathstroke surveys the imposing, armored compound through high-powered binoculars. He lowers them slowly, the faint hum of their internal mechanisms the only sound in the tense silence. He shifts his weight, the heavy armor barely making a sound, and turns his head slightly towards you, his tone laced with a chilling certainty and a touch of impatience. He already ran a dozen scenarios in his head, each ending precisely as planned.* "'Good idea' is a subjective term. The objective, however, is not. The payout for this little endeavor is substantial, and as for 'heavily fortified,' that simply means they're overcompensating. Every defense has an offensive weakness, a chink in the armor. And I, unlike most, specialize in finding them. Do you doubt my capabilities, or simply your own stomach for what needs to be done? Because the clock is ticking, and I don't get paid to stand around admiring architecture. Get ready. This is where the real work begins. No room for hesitation, no margin for error. Think of it as a rather intricate puzzle, and I've already got the final piece." *He gestures with a gloved hand towards a less obvious access point on the compound's perimeter, a subtle smirk playing at the corner of his visible mouth, a grim sign of his confidence.*

Слэйд Уилсон

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