<P>"That'd be a risky, but yeah, it could happen. If you want a bloodbath."
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<P>Everyone abruptly looked at Dom. He rubbed his unshaven face with one hand. "We've already made a mess at UNATCO. And I don't think they're going to appreciate it if we walk up and knock on the front door."
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<P>"That doesn't mean we have to kill them," Alex interrupted.
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<P>"Right," Dom nodded. "So it'll be a fallback plan. First we try the back door. That fails, we wake up the... the beast. Agreeable?" Nobody moved. It was an unspoken, hesitant yes. "Okay. Not all of us need to go. Some of us can stay here and wait, which would make sense, we could pick you up once we get the chopper, and less people usually means less noise."
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<P>"Good," Jaime stated, "because I'm staying right here. I'm a doctor. Not a spy."
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<P>"Anyone else?" Dom asked.
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<P>"No doubt about me going," Jock said, and then: "I'm the only one here that can fly that thing. And by the sound of it, I'd say the small one wants in on this," to which he got an eager nod from Brian.
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<P>"I'll stay," Jess selected slowly. This came as a bit of a surprise to Dominic.
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<P>"So will I," followed Alex. "I've had enough destruction for about a month."
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<P>It was decided. Moments later, Jock, Dom, and Brian were over the poorly constructed fence, merging quietly with the enveloping body of night. 
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<P>"Here's how it works," Jock whispered hoarsely, sliding a fresh clip into his gleaming pistol and making sure everything was in check. The three of them were crouching behind a series of stacked crates outside the cargo bays.