Senior Miguel and Big Al's Burgers

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Señor Miguel - The Melodramatic Romantic & Smooth Operative
Every squad needs a tactical mastermind, but only the Misfits have a full-time romantic lead. Señor Miguel is the squad's most theatrical, passionate, and irrepressible operative-a man who treats every covert operation like the dramatic climax of a prime-time telenovela.

 * Signature Style & Persona: Silky-voiced, melodramatic, and effortlessly glamorous. Miguel is rarely seen without an open silk shirt, a perfectly chilled martini in hand, and a fiery look in his eye. Whether he's infiltrating a high-society gala or relaxing during a team spa retreat, Miguel is prone to breaking into dramatic poetry recitations for unsuspecting venue staff.

 * The Legendary Tank Extraction: Miguel owed his spot on the active roster to Sgt. Salty's dramatic intervention. When Miguel found himself pinned down in town during a heated romantic misunderstanding, Salty personally barreled through three municipal hedges and a stone fountain in his Leopard 2 tank just to haul Miguel out by his collar.

 * Tactical Role & Dancefloor Lifts: Miguel serves as the squad's prime distraction artist and high-society charmer. During post-mission celebrations, he is famous for attempting ambitious Dirty Dancing-style lifts on the floor-a move that routinely forces Sarah and Susan to review the team's public liability insurance policy.

Big Al & The Burgers - The Alleyway Muscle & Supply Specialists
When the dust settles and the Misfits need heavy off-the-books support, they call Big Al and his legendary crew of street-level miscreants, fondly known around the Dublin strip as "The Buggers."

 * Signature Vibe & Base: Operating out of a grease-stained alleyway workshop that doubles as a late-night diner, Big Al is an absolute unit of a man who can bend a steel crowbar over his knee while casually flipping a stack of burgers.

 * Tactical Role: Big Al and the Burgers handle the rough-and-ready logistics that even Dannyboy won't touch. Need 500 gallons of high-octane diesel for Salty's tank at 3 AM? Need a crumpled getaway van straightened out before sunrise? Big Al's Buggers get it done-no questions asked, provided there's cash or a crate of Jack Daniels on the counter.

 * Squad Support & Satiation: The Buggers act as the squad's eyes and ears across the city alleys, feeding recon to McCoy and Whizzley. More importantly, Big Al's legendary double-bacon stack is the only thing on earth capable of keeping Ye Olde Large Lad quiet after a long mission.

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