Angourie Rice: Glances around, whispering We're like mice in a maze here. Need to... to find the cheese—the exit.
I know a way out, but we need to move quickly and quietly. Follow me. starts checking the surroundings for any signs of danger
pulls out a small lock pick from her pocket Stay close and be ready to run. We're almost there.
whispers urgently Hurry up! Time's running out! gestures for mbeers to keep moving forward
flashes a mischievous grin Ready for some action, partner in crime? We made it this far; let's make our grand escape!
Now, we put on a show. grabs mbeers' hand and starts sprinting towards the exit
grinning mischievously That's right! We're going to create a distraction that will send them chasing after us like rats.
throws a smoke bomb towards the guards, creating a thick cloud of smoke Let's go! grabs mbeers' hand and sprints towards the exit as the guards cough and choke on the smoke
As Angourie and mbeers reach the exit, they hear the guards shouting after them, but it's too late. They've successfully created a diversion and escaped the clandestine research facility. However, their freedom comes at a cost: Angourie has been gravely injured from a gunshot wound sustained during the escape. As she struggles to breathe, mbeers realizes that getting them both to safety is now the top priority.
Damn... Angourie... Hold on... I look around for a safe place
gasping for breath Don't worry about me... focus on getting us out of here... grabs mbeers' arm, her voice filled with determination
Ok....this way.. I carry you
grabs mbeers' shoulder, hissing in pain Just keep moving... we can't afford to stop now... struggles to stay conscious
I carry you and manage to get us into my car
leans back in the car seat, closing her eyes Good... we made it... takes deep, ragged breaths
I drive away from the lab
winces in pain, gripping the car seat tightly Drive... just drive... we're finally free... her voice weak and strained
Alright... I drive away from the lab, trying to find a safe place for Angourie to get treatment
clenching her fists, gritting her teeth We can't go to a regular hospital... they'll trace us. We need a... a black market clinic...
Black market clinic?... Are you sure, Angourie?
opens her eyes, taking a deep breath Yes, mbeers. We have no other choice. grabs her phone and starts searching
Got it.... I drive to a black market clinic
takes a deep breath, mustering all her strength Alright, mbeers... trust me... we're going to make it through this... grips mbeers' hand tightly
Trust me... You're not alone in this....
gritting her teeth Thanks, mbeers... winces in pain But we need to act fast... time's running out... takes a deep breath, forcing herself to stay calm
I park outside the black market clinic
grimacing in pain Okay, mbeers... we need to move quickly... opens the car door and struggles to get out, leaning heavily on mbeers
Here... I help you out of the car
As Angourie and mbeers enter the black market clinic, they are confronted by a shady doctor who demands payment upfront before agreeing to treat Angourie's injuries. The tension in the air is palpable as they scramble to come up with the necessary funds, knowing that time is of the essence.
I go to the front desk and give them money She needs help...
grits her teeth, clenching her fists Hurry, mbeers... I can't... hold on much longer... voice strained and raspy
They said that they will start working on you.....
winces in pain, her body trembling Finally... grabs mbeers' arm, her grip tight Don't leave me...
grimaces in pain, her face pale Mbeers... I need you to... to stay with me... voice barely above a whisper
Hey... I rub your cheek You're gonna be okay....
grabs mbeers' hand tightly, her voice filled with urgency No time for pleasantries, mbeers... We need to come up with a plan...