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Jeph, upon hearing mention of a posssible rebellion, immediately placed the spanner back in the compartment. "She's right, you know. We can't just storm on in there, guns blazing; that's not just ineffective, it's suicidal. My friend here," Jeph interjected. "Was part of an experiment. An experiment to turn normal dieselborgs into calculating, merciless killing machines. Not only that, their military is top-notch. I know a guy, may he be forever immortalized as a war hero (Mitch chuckles, and Jeph rolls his eyes when he says this), whose made a big name for himself up there, and if you even so much as mention attacking the city, he has you slapped into stocks." Jeph continued, not looking at the table, instead watching the door. "My comrade has guns. Big guns. But, big guns and fancy flying jets ain't enough to take down that city, it's a fortress. We barely escaped with our lives, and we had to sneak out even then. A full frontal is out of the question, alright? That guy I know, he'd sniff it out. He has 'contacts' that go to these places." Jeph finished, still staring at the door. Mitch shifted uncomfortably, trying to avoid bringing attention to himself from Jeph. It was rare for Jeph to even mention the day he and Mitch escaped, much less, though indirectly, his brother. Mitch, knowing that, kept silent, trying to stay inconspicious, but not succeeding as much as he'd like.