[h1]Jan Valley[/h1]
'Oi, mate,' Jan called out, evidently unimpressed by the speaker's over-simplification of words, 'we ain't dippy. We know wot those words mean, bruv.' Anyway, the mission seemed simple: stick the thermite to the lock, make sure nobody knocked it off before the lock melted, then find the servers and nick them. Jan could do that just fine.

'Yeah, tha's cool, though,' Jan proclaimed lightly, adding 'An' it'll be easy as fer me, since I 'ave all these guns 'ere an' all!' to try and entice somebody to purchase a weapon from them. Somebody always needed a new gun, and Jan wasn't one to avoid an opportunity when it arose.