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As Link tried to remember any acquaintance that he knew that had any relation to the nightclub, Manny began to explain to them the possible ways they can tackle this job. 

"Well I have a couple of suggestions to how we'd get inside of the nightclub and launch the surprise attack. The first is that we pretend that we're club goers that are looking to get 'dusted' as they would say and attack when we reach the club's VIP area. Our gear can be smuggled piece by piece into the building but I think I'll be the only one that would need to get my gear smuggled inside as most of you have inconspicuous gear that could be passed off as fashion items." Manny paused to approach a pile of seemingly nondescript garbage covered by a thick motor oil stained sheet to pull it off, revealing the Grey Gadgeteer Suit. "As you can see, mine is significantly more conspicuous. Thus leading me to the second suggested plan of action." He walks away from the poor clunky hodgepodge excuse of an exoskeletal suit he lovingly called his hero suit and towards his laptop once more. Sifting through the files in it for the one he was looking for. "We could use the adjacent buildings' roofs to gain access to the roof of the nightclub and launch our attack to the VIP area from there...but I am open to your suggestions if you have any."

Link would then remember a hazy memory from last night. The rotund woman, that he had the pleasure or displeasure of bedding, mentioned in passing that she was the one responsible for dispatching all the liquor deliveries to the shitty clubs in the downtown area. Likely including Bucur's nightclub.

Maybe that memory could be useful to finding alternative ways into infiltrating the club without rousing unnecessary attention?