[There's several conflicting tones in that single word, all vying for presence in his voice - thoughtfulness, hesitation, anger, disgust. His eyes trail away from Little Leo; focus on the pinpoint tower in the distance, and then sweep across the vast horizon, as though studying some invisible blueprint.]
[Finally he speaks again, his gaze still piercing through the ground itself.]
There are sewers. A giant network of them. [He glances back to Little Leo again, but those warring inflections in his voice have petered out into a single note of strain, the one that says the logistics of the job aren't what worries him.] Didn't your brothers tell you about it?
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[There's several conflicting tones in that single word, all vying for presence in his voice - thoughtfulness, hesitation, anger, disgust. His eyes trail away from Little Leo; focus on the pinpoint tower in the distance, and then sweep across the vast horizon, as though studying some invisible blueprint.]
[Finally he speaks again, his gaze still piercing through the ground itself.]
There are sewers. A giant network of them. [He glances back to Little Leo again, but those warring inflections in his voice have petered out into a single note of strain, the one that says the logistics of the job aren't what worries him.] Didn't your brothers tell you about it?