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I think that in a 500-story skyscraper, there are many employees ready to defend headquarters in case of an attack. And they are probably all lying near the main entrance. But there are fewer of us.

But we even have names, which means we are stronger!

Basically, I'm digging through various diagrams and plans to find a way out of the building that doesn't involve the hangar, parking lot, or parade ground. Secretly.

There aren't any! You've listed all the possible options...

/My plan included obtaining equipment from their storage. I've forgotten most of it, but I think it could give us a significant advantage over the deceased employees. There's also a small chance of restoring the power supply. And Lock made a very good point about the parking area. Perhaps that way we can avoid the robot./

We need an engineer for this. All we have are occultists and dumb soldiers.

Guys, give up. It works, the information is 100% accurate.

- My plan is this: we go through the parking lot, kill everyone we see, get transportation, and arrive at the meeting point with the "Jay" squad. Anyone who wants to can come with me. The fighter picked up his weapon and headed in the right direction. - If you want to split up, then who knows, maybe someone will have a better chance of remaining unnoticed, - he shouted over his shoulder.

- Lacking a better plan, this one will do. But I suggest one tiny amendment: we subjugate whoever I can, and kill the rest. Cannon fodder is never a waste.

-Then let's go. - Wenling nodded.

-- But on the way, let's stop by the warehouse. I liked how Angus confused the enemy with information about a bomb threat in the building. I don't want to upset them, -- added Gerda, already heading down.

- Gerda, we can do more than just mine the passage; we can lure the enemy into the minefield using my puppet! Can you imagine their faces when they realize that the very soldier who informed them about the mines has led them into a trap?

-- I agree, that's even better. However, I'm not agreeing to this out of spite...

In short, send Revan a Necropolis.

The door to the armory was locked manually by the deceased squad before they headed to the laboratory.

Let the Hero open it with a revanite sword.

- I'm working, - Siella replied coolly. - And so are you; I expect you at the information center within the next two hours.
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The plane piloted by John lands near the refuge of the Tyrian prince and owner of the "Lupin" organization. The refuge turned out to be a small, fortified castle, built in a modern style. The arrivals were greeted by Boris, a large man that one of the trio had seen, as well as four other soldiers, including a woman of Eastern appearance with a stern face. She was about thirty-five years old and was likely from the Eastern Archipelago, where the prince has holdings. The large man looked at the newcomers with suspicion, the woman with a suspicious and unfriendly gaze, and Boris with hospitality.
- You arrived safely, that's good. - He commented. - Was there any tailing?
- I made sure of it; the plane has an excellent invisibility and radar evasion system. It's a good thing we didn't fly on a VTOL aircraft.