Core City
Darym pulls the grate up and motions Django down inside. Once inside, he squats down in the muck, covering his mouth and nose with his shirt. The smell is bearable, but it isn't pretty. "Blint, I don't know what you are mixed up in and I don't want to. These access tunnels are for infrastructure and lead right under the building you're trying to get into. I checked the plans for the area registered with the city. There's a data trunk located at the center of this warren. Now, there's no access there, if data is what you're after, but the coolant system has an access hatch that doesn't do well with digital security stuff. It's a physical lock, which means it doesn't have any alert system attached to it. If you can get it open, you can get inside the inner computer core without being seen." His whispered voice is raspy, an injury from his less law-abiding days.
He hesitates for a moment indicating there is something more. After a few seconds, he shakes his head. "I'm not gonna lie, Django. There are security measures down here meant to compensate for the weakness in the entry security. There are some robots down here that are old, like ruin-hunter grade. They are smart, like us. I don't know about their strength or armament, but from what I hear tell, they are more than sufficient to keep most thugs out. You better have a reason worth dying for in here. Otherwise...I'd pass."
He looks down the tunnel and then up at the hole before looking back at Django. "We square?"