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Dr. Patel took a deep breath. "I can disable them. Give me a minute."

As they exfiltrated, Hawk couldn't help but feel a sense of awe at the technology they'd encountered. The steampunk world was strange and unpredictable, but one thing was clear: in the right hands, it could be revolutionary. TOM.CLANCYS.GHOST.RECON.WILDLANDS-STEAMPUNKS

Dr. Patel nodded, her goggles perched on her forehead. "I've studied their designs. Those exoskeletons are not to be underestimated. They can withstand significant firepower, and their thermal imaging capabilities are far beyond anything we've seen." Give me a minute

El Diablo's face turned beet red with rage. "Traitors!" he bellowed. Patel nodded, her goggles perched on her forehead

"Alright, listen up," Hawk whispered into his comms device. "Intel places the cartel's leader, El Diablo, in Santa Clara. He's rumored to be testing the new exoskeletons. Our job is to gather intel, sabotage their operations, and get out without being detected."

The team moved cautiously, their boots covered in mud, their faces smeared with camouflage. As they approached the outskirts of Santa Clara, the sounds of hissing steam and clanking gears grew louder.

There was a hissing sound, followed by a groan of metal under stress, and then, silence. The exoskeletons collapsed, inert.