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The warm humming of the vehicle ceased as the van stopped, Maggie's fingers still tingling slightly from the vibrations emanating from the engine housed in its metal cradle. It was time. As Juan led the charge from the van Jennifer dutifully followed, managing to deftly climb the fence before falling into place as the team stacked up on the rear door. With keen interest she stared over Ferrara's head to watch the screen and gather as much intel as she could, although with less results than she could have hoped for, cussing the equipment out under her breath. This was the part she hated, the suspense as they waited to get in their and do their job. As D-Day rigged the door she braced herself for the sound, turning her body slightly away and sticking a finger in the ear closest to the door.
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