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Conan looked over the rest of the mercs as they prepared to drop, casually adjusting a clip into his Assault Rifle. He ran down a list of equipment in his mind, and ran his fingers over the hand grenades and assorted explosives stationed at his belt - he was going in with as much firepower as needed.
He glanced up at Keun's question, noticing with raised eyebrows the camera he had pulled out of his bag. His gaze shifted to the Italian sitting across from him for a second, and then he closed his eyes and leaned back against the wall.
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