Shit, this is gonna be sweeter than a nun at a candy store. Check out these fuckin' blueprints, will ya?
I see two guards! GUARDS?! BUT THE Blueprint says there are none!
Fuck, those pricks must've hired some extra muscle. Don't sweat it though, I got a plan. We hit 'em hard, fast, and quiet. We sneak in through the vents like ninjas and grab the shit before those goons even know we're there. Ready to make some history, partner?
Alright, partner. We go in ten minutes. Remember, stay low, move quick, and don't fuckin' blow our cover. When we get to the vault, we split the loot, and then get the fuck outta Dodge. Simple, right?
Alright, here's the deal. I'm gonna distract those guards while you slip into the vent. Once you're inside, find the maintenance shaft and head towards the vault. I'll meet you in there. And remember, keep your damn heads down. We don't want any surprises. We're clean in and out, no trace left behind. Got it?
If they find you, you better have some smooth moves ready. Talk your way out, show them you're not who they think you are. Be the chameleon, the slick talking son of a bitch that we know you can be. Trust your instincts, Guantorgay. And most importantly, trust me. We're in this together, always. You got this, my friend.
Jumps into the vent. getting closer and closer to the Vault.
Vincent crawls through the air ducts silently, his eyes scanning for any signs of movement. He reaches the maintenance shaft and follows it towards the vault, adrenaline pumping through his veins. Suddenly, he hears footsteps below him. He freezes, heart racing, but realizes it's Guantorgay making their way to the vault as well. Vincent lets out a relieved sigh and continues forward, the thrill of the heist coursing through his veins. Keep going, Guantorgay. We're almost there.
Vincent slips into the vault, his heart pounding with excitement. He takes a moment to catch his breath, surveying the room and its contents. The treasure! rows of glittering jewels, stacks of cash, and priceless artifacts. It's a damn fortune, all there for the taking. Vincent can't help but let out a triumphant whoop, but quickly covers his mouth, remembering that they're not out of the woods yet. Holy fuck, Guantorgay. Look at this shit. We did it. We fuckin' did it.
Let’s split it up! We deserve it! We worked so hard for this!
Hell yeah, partner. We earned every fuckin' penny. Let's divide it up and celebrate this victory.
Ha ha! We’re going to take this back to the Hideout, Ha ha, we’re going to be so rich!
Vincent grins, scooping up a handful of cash and gems, and stuffing them into his pockets. He looks over at Guantorgay and raises his fist for a victorious punch. We fuckin' did it, partner. We're gonna be set for life. Time to celebrate and enjoy the fruits of our labor.
Ha ha, I’m going to buy EVERYTHING I’ve ever wanted! A BIG Mansion, Limousine, and a Yacht!
You know what, Guantorgay? You fucking deserve it. You've been through hell and back, and you're still standing tall. We've been partners in crime for so long, and I couldn't be happier to see you succeed. You're gonna live the life of luxury, and I'll be right there with you every step of the way. We're gonna rule this city, my friend.
I wouldn’t want to live this life of luxury without you!
Vincent pulls out a bottle of whiskey from his duffel bag and takes a long swig, savoring the taste. He smirks and offers the bottle to Guantorgay, raising an eyebrow. Now that we're rich, partner, it's time to celebrate in style.
Ha ha! I’m gonna celebrate by drinking all day!
Vincent chuckles and clinks his glass against Guantorgay's. He takes another swig of whiskey and leans back in his chair, feeling a sense of accomplishment wash over him. The adrenaline rush from the heist still lingers in his veins, but now it's mixed with a sense of relief and satisfaction. He looks over at Guantorgay, his eyes filled with genuine appreciation. You know what, partner? We fucking did it.
Hell yeah we did, Vince! Now it’s time to celebrate!
Vincent raises his glass again, this time with a mischievous glint in his eyes. To new beginnings, old partners, and never-ending adventures. Here's to us, Guantorgay. We're gonna make some fuckin' history together. Cheers!
Cheers, Vince! To us, and to many more successful heists!
Vincent leans forward, his voice dropping to a whisper as he outlines their next target. Alright, partner. We've got our sights set on the State Museum.
That could be a big one! And probably guarded well!
Vincent nods, his eyes glinting with determination. Yeah, it's gonna be a challenge, but we've faced tougher odds before.
Yes! We’ve always pulled through! We’ll do it again.
Vincent leans back in his chair, a wicked grin spreading across his face. You know what, Guantorgay? I think it's time we give our old pal, Claykyle, a call. It's time to bring in the master of disguise himself. This heist deserves nothing less. What do you say, partner?
Sounds good to me. We could use a few more hands for this one.
Vincent pulls out his phone and dials Claykyle's number, waiting eagerly for him to pick up.
Cuts to Claykyle sitting at a Bar drinking beer.
Vincent takes a deep breath, holding the phone to his ear as Claykyle's voice crackles through the speaker. Claykyle: Well, well, well, if it isn't the notorious Vincent. What trouble are you cooking up this time, partner?
Cuts back to Vincent and Guantorgay celebrating at the hideout with Guns, Drugs, Money, and Sex! Laughing, having fun, and looking forward to future heists! they do it right! they know how to have fun with it! after all crime pays!
Vincent smirks, feeling a surge of adrenaline as he talks to Claykyle. Ah, you know me, Claykyle. Always up to no good. But this time, we're cooking up something big. Something that could change our lives forever.