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Mateo looks around, thinking for a moment, judging the darkness around them, and whether they could infiltrate, or if anything, take the guards out quickly and quietly if worse came to worse. It was already fairly dark, the light conditions should be good, for Cory to try out his parkour and get inside and get them an 'in'. Mateo turns to Cory.
"You're up, get in there, and get us an 'in'. From there we'll make our next move."
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"Um, Boss, how am I supposed to get you guys in?"
Cory eyes the fence, then the gate.
"Why don't you stand on my shoulders, and Vinnie can use us as a ladder. Then, you can haul your butt over the spikes, and I'll have a go on my own."
It is just a fence.
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"Or we could just try asking the guard to let us through. Just a thought," Vincent adds with shrug.
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"We try both, we'll go with Vinny's idea, and if they dont let us in, we let ourselves in. Vincent, you're the talker, so you're up, and if that fails, then we'll go with the "human" ladder idea that Cory said." Mateo says, giving a 'you lead the way' gesture to Vincent.
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Vincent smirks and flicks away his finished smoke before rubbing his hands together and walking towards the main gate, and the guard on duty, calling on the spirits for a little bit more help.
"Evening sir. We're here visiting friends at number 5. Well, friend's of friend's if you catch my drift. Its a surprise birthday gathering." Vinny keeps an easy smile on his face and a journalist's confidence in his voice.
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Cory waits for Vincent to head towards the gate before he picks up the cigarette butt, grinds out any smouldering, and puts it in his pocket. He looks up at Mateo, rolls his eyes, then follows Vincent.
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