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Hey Boss! Hey Tiro!" A man with short, scruffy sand-colored hair waved them down. Behind, trailed a sullen looking man. Both men were armed, though one looked far more enthusiastic than the other. "
You a'right there bud?" Larry happily continued, patting a now doubled over Tirodor on the back, without waiting for an answer. "
We're in position Boss, a perimeter's been set up. If the cops show up to look at this, we'll know straight away."
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Right." Roja curtly nodded, looking between the two. "
Remember, it's simple. A quick in and out. We need to work out if this mist is dangerous and if we can find some way to benefit from it."