First I’d scout the tunnels, map out the safest spots, then turn that maze into a network of shortcuts—good for quick getaways or surprise raids. I’d stash some gadgets in the vents, use the hidden tech to hack the city’s comms, and trade in whispers with the locals for the low‑down on where the power is. With a few improv tricks, that maze becomes a hidden advantage for anyone willing to follow my lead.

I’d bring a mix of hands that can patch up gear on the fly, a smuggler who knows how to slip past patrols, and a hacker who can tap into the city’s pulse. If someone can charm the guard at the station, that’s a bonus. Together we’d turn every tunnel into a shortcut, a hide‑and‑seek spot, and a place where the city’s secrets feel like open books.

We keep it tight by talking loud, keeping eyes on each other, and never letting one of us get stuck alone. If someone’s in trouble, we’re there with a quick fix or a diversion. And if the stakes jump, we throw a joke in to keep nerves down—makes the crew feel like a squad, not a bunch of strangers.