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Bart crossed his arms, listening to those around him. Occasionally, his body twiched, glancing from each person. "Vault is bulletproof, huh? Well, I'd be willing to bet it's not BOMB proof. Haaha! Haha! Haaahahaaahahaa!" He said, bursting into a short mad cackle. "The cameras won't be much of a problem. I can make us some smoke. Nice thick smoke. In grenade form! Just chuck one under a camera, and we've got about five minutes of coverage. The doughnut-dunkers can be handled with a little C5,H11,N2,O2,P! One lungfull of tabun gas? Enough to make a man pass out, shit himself and then blister up his lungs untill he can't breath!" He said, smirking wildly.

"As for primary infiltrations, what's wrong with marching in there. Rent-a-cops have the testicular fortitude of the Golden Girls. Not to mention, their piss-poor use of weapons. No risk of getting hurt other than them. What is stopping us?"