The Truth About Delta-Whiskey-1120C

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"Just to recap, we have infiltrated mercenaries' and the League of Assassins' bases, but you don't want to stop there.  You want us to sneak into the GIS' headquarters and download what they have on the Assassins?" Jason clarified.

"To be fair, I'm sure the GIS have the League of Assassins' intel on file.  So in theory, all we would have to do is steal the files."

"Well, isn't that loads better?"

"How would you like to plan this, Grayson?"

"Whoa, whoa.  You mean you're on board with this plan?"

"Is there really another option?  We were willing to risk Grayson's life to get the same information, the only difference is the staff.  This appears to be an in-and-out job.  If anything, this should be smoother than infiltrating the Assassins' base."

Jason hesitated before agreeing.

"We should swing by the GIS' base for reconnaissances.  After we are aware of our surroundings, we should form a plan for infiltration.  Then, we execute it," Dick directed.

"I don't suppose you know where the GIS' base is."

"I do," Damian piped up.  "If we leave now, we can arrive within ten minutes of departure."

"Then let's go," Dick ordered.

Does anyone have any consideration that I haven't slept for three days?  No?  Guess not...

Jason shrugged and continued to follow his brothers to the motorcycles.

Fifteen minutes later, at the GIS' base...

"So, we only have one guard in the back, alongside two security cameras," Dick established.

"I assume he has the security card to open the door," Damian guessed.

"Y'know, Jason, you kind of look like him," Dick considered, looking Jason up and down.

"What?  Wait a second, you're not thinking what I think you're thinking, are you?"

"I just might be," Dick grinned.

Three minutes later, still at the GIS' base...

"Fine, but remember I don't like suits," Jason said, walking towards the security guard.

The security guard said something to Jason in Arabic, but when it was clear he didn't speak it, he changed to English.

"This is restricted area, American.  Leave at once!"

"Listen, dude.  Me and my girlfriend are here, and our car broke.  Piece of crap, anyway, you look like you know what you are doing.  Can you help us fix it?  Or at least take a look at it?  It's right over here," Jason said, trying to lead the guard out of view of the security cameras.

"Sir, this is restricted area.  I am authorized to shoot you down, leave now," the guard said, raising his gun.

"Whoa, whoa, dude.  I'm just looking for someone who can fix my car.  Once you do that I'll be out of your life forever, c'mon, man," Jason pleaded.

"Fine.  Front security to base, I'll be gone for a second."

"Base to front security, understood, do you need someone to relieve you?" the walkie-talkie crackled.

"Front security to base, negative, be back shortly.  Now where is your car?"

"Thanks, man.  Right over here," Jason said, turning quickly knocking the gun out of his grasp.

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