Red Hood: *peeks from behind a crate at a group of burly men in state-of-the-art armor guarding the warehouse entrance*

Red Hood: *whispering* How are we going to get past them without a gun fight?

Red Robin: *studying a digital blueprint of the warehouse* I’ll tell you how John McClane would do it: the vents.

Red Hood: *stuffs his revolvers back into their holsters and nods enthusiastically* Blast the A/C, they get chilly, they leave to find sweaters. 

Red Robin:

Red Robin: No. We’re going to climb through them. 

Red Hood: Even better! Classic use of vents.