<P>What he hated most was that he was endangering his friends because of it. They didn't have to be there. They didn't have to risk everything for his clumsy, paranoid, insane deed. He hadn't even told them why they were doing it. But, then, he couldn't exactly tell them the truth. Yet they followed him with utmost sincerity.
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<P>Brian wanted to do it just because he thought it'd be cool. Jess didn't want to do it, but she didn't want to leave Dom to get himself killed.
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<P>So they, a mighty group of fools as they were, scrambled out of their boat, and plunged into the frowning ocean, surrounding themselves with the cool liquid. They swam, one by one, and carefully climbed out onto the dock - The very same one, coincidentally, that JC had, so long ago, met his brother on, at the beginning of our Deus Ex saga.
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<P>The three of them were clad in black, equipped with the best gear they had at their disposal. They joined with the shadow, engulfed in it, becoming part of the night, undetectable, untouchable. They made their way along the barren island, and eventually found themselves at the wall surrounding the beast, UNATCO Headquarters.
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<P>It was time to take the most difficult test of their lives as of then.
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<P>It began with getting in. The doors of the facility were impenetrable from the outside. One could be buzzed in by someone watching through the security cameras, or the doors could be opened using a button on the wall inside the facility, but there was no exterior means of breaching them.
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<P>The security cameras lining the facility used a rather primitive automatic technology. Certain identities and uniforms were coded in to be recognized as friendly, and everything else was foe. If a camera detected an unfriendly presence, it would examine the given person more closely, and then set the alarms. If that person were to escape from the camera's view before it did that, however, the camera would eventually forget that presence, and reset back to its slow, brainless rotations. UNATCO soldiers were, indeed, assigned to watch the camera viewscreens, though nobody really wanted to. It felt unnecessary, and was just another burden upon the troop's current jobs.