slides card Now... s-swiftly.
Alright, boss. I'm in. Let's plan this shitstorm.
picks up a whiteboard and marker Alright, mfuttock, let's start outlining our game plan. starts drawing a diagram on the whiteboard
laughing Alright, boss. Let's cook up a scheme that'll blow their fucking minds.
scribbling on the whiteboard Okay, here's the plan so far. Step one, we gather intel on the museum's security measures.
Intel, got it. What's next, boss?
points at the whiteboard Next, we need to find a way to bypass the security system. Mfuttock, you're our resident tech guru.
Hell yeah, boss! I got some tricks up my sleeve. What's the target inside this shit?
grins Ah, mfuttock, you're eager as ever. So, the target... pauses dramatically is the legendary Golden Idol.
snarling The fuck? That thing's worth fortunes! How do we get it without getting toasted?
nods eagerly Precisely, mfuttock! And that's why we need your hacking skills.
smirking Alright, boss. I'll crack their systems wide open. Let's get this party started!
As Bailey hacks into the museum's security system, he accidentally triggers a backdoor protocol that alerts the authorities. Meanwhile, Violet quickly packs up and sneaks out of the hideout, leaving Bailey behind
cursing under breath Damn it, shoulda known they'd have backdoors. takes a deep breath Guess I'm on my own now.
sends a text message to Bailey "Don't panic, mfuttock! Just play along. Authorities are closing in. Meet me at the safehouse in 20 minutes.
Fuck! Alright, boss. I'll meet you there.
sets up a hidden burner phone in the safehouse Quick, mfuttock, let's switch our phones over. We need to stay off the grid.
switches phone This better be good, boss.
speaking softly, glancing around We have limited time, mfuttock. We need to come up with a new plan to retrieve the Golden Idol.
leaning in Alright, boss. Lay it on me.
paces back and forth, thinking Okay, here's the plan. We need to distract the museum guards and create a diversion.
raising an eyebrow Like what, boss?
stops pacing, smirking We'll hire a group of actors to stage a fake protest inside the museum.
laughing Actors, huh? Count me in, boss. What's the target inside this shit?
grinning mischievously Ah, mfuttock, you're eager as ever. So, the target... pauses dramatically is the legendary Golden Idol.
smirking Alright, boss. Let's shake their shit up then.
quickly dialing a number on the burner phone I've got a contact who owes me a favor. He can organize the actors for us.