We go to the gate and ask to get in. Mention a vague business proposition if asked why. And from there, improvise!
Wait for the others to come up with a plan.
Wait for the others to come up with a plan.
The three of you stumble out of the bush and head towards the front gates. You hail the guard, who regards you with the expression of a man who just saw his nice quiet evening vanish into the night, and tell him you represent some third party who has some kind of business proposition. The guard, only half understanding what you say and half caring anyway, just motions for you wait and makes a call on his walkie-talkie. He gets a response and tells you to just wait a few minutes.
And lo, several minutes later four people are walking across the inner courtyard towards the gate. The two on the flanks are guards, wearing the same kakhi jumpsuits and holding the same greaseguns as the guard at the gate. The two in the middle are a man and a woman. The man in the middle is, you can safely say, the whitest dude you've seen in weeks. He's wearing a white suit with bright pink shirt, has bright ginger hair and his skin as paler than the moon. At his side is a woman, probably his wife, who is wearing a sort of gothic deep purple dress and who has long brown hair. As they get closer you see that the woman's hair hangs over one part of her face, but you can clearly see scar tissue at the edges. The man is wearing a sort of moronic grin and speaks enthousiastically.
"Greetings, fellow outsiders! Juan the gateguard told me that you represent foreign investors of some kind, yes? I'm Desmond McSweeney and this is my lovely wife Isabell. Why don't you follow us inside and we can talk business over some tea, yes?"
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