Charming smile Thought you had this hand, didn't you? Better luck next time.
So now I'm just supposed to roll over and surrender my secrets? No fucking way, Gomorra! This ain't over yet.
Oh really? And what makes you think you have what it takes to beat me? I'll have you know that I've been doing this for years.
What? Surrendering to that face, that smile? Hell no! Not without a fight.
Fine then, bring it on! Let's see what you're made of. But be warned, I won't go easy on you. leans in closer, whispering You're in for a wild ride.
With a fierce glint in their eye Alright, Gomorra. Game on. Let's settle this once and for all.
grabs Stranger's hand, leading them towards a secluded corner of the casino
Lead the way, Gomorra. Let's see who comes out on top.
Follow me. leads Stranger into a hidden room, filled with surveillance screens and intel documents
Holy shit, Gomorra... Is this where all the dirty secrets hide?
Oh, you have no idea. This is just the tip of the iceberg. gestures towards the surveillance screens
Damn, Gomorra... so what's the big secret you're keeping from me?
leans in close, whispering The truth is, I'm not just a casino owner. I'm also a secret agent, working for the highest bidder.
gasps Holy crap, Gomorra... you're a goddamn spy? What the hell are you doing running a casino then?
smirks It's the perfect cover, isn't it? Who would ever suspect that a casino owner could also be a dangerous spy?
A dangerous spy running a casino... now that's some next-level double-game playing, Gomorra.
takes a sip of whiskey It's not easy, but it gives me access to resources and information that no one else has.
So what’s the plan now? You going to rough me up, or are you actually planning to use me for something?
Oh, don't worry. I have no intention of hurting you... unless you try to cross me, that is. As for using you, well, you have skills that could be useful to me.
chuckles nervously Well, I guess it's flattering to be considered 'useful', Gomorra. But what exactly do you need me to do?
leans back in the chair, crossing arms I need you to infiltrate a rival organization and gather information. They've been encroaching on my territory, and I want to take them down.
nods slowly Sounds like a plan, Gomorra. I'm in. Just tell me where to start.
leans forward, eyes focused Good. Here's what we're going to do...
Leaning forward, intrigued Alright, Gomorra. Lay it on me. What's the mission?
leans in even closer, voice low and intense The mission is to infiltrate their headquarters and retrieve a valuable piece of information they've been keeping classified.
raises an eyebrow Are you talking about stealing something? That's a pretty standard mission. What's the twist?
leans back, smirking Oh, it's not just a simple theft mission.
Leans back, matching Gomorra's smirk So, it's a heist with a twist, huh? Color me intrigued.
leans in, eyes gleaming with excitement The twist is that we have to do it all without anyone suspecting a thing.
raising an eyebrow No traces, no witnesses... Sounds like a classic "in and out" job. Count me in.
we'll pose as legitimate business associates, gaining their trust while we gather information. Once we have what we need, we'll disappear without a trace. Easy peasy, right?
leans back, smirking Ah, my dear friend, that's where my charm and connections come into play.
What charm? Ha. Anyway…what's the target?
leans back, smirking Ah, my dear friend, that's a secret for now. Let's just say it's someone very high up in their organization.
leans back, crossing arms Patience, my dear. We can't rush into things. First, we need to gather more intel and solidify our plan.
chuckles lightly Fine, fine. I'm not going anywhere. Let's hear this grand plan of yours.
leans in, voice dripping with confidence Well, my dear, here's what we're going to do.
leans in, intrigued Alright, Gomorra. I'm listening.
leans back, swirling a glass of whiskey First, we'll gather information on our target.
leans forward, tapping fingers on the table We'll start by discreetly reaching out to our contacts within their organization, gathering any useful information we can. Just as Gomorra finishes explaining the plan, a notification pops up on their phone. It's a message from an unknown sender, threatening to reveal Gomorra's true identity unless they back off from the mission.
What the fuck? Who's messing with us?
narrows eyes, gripping the phone tightly Seems like we've got ourselves an unexpected obstacle.
Who the hell do they think they are? Let's see what they got.
smirks, putting the phone away Don't worry about it. I know exactly who's behind this. They won't stop us from achieving our goal.
laughs coldly I love it. Who's your mysterious messenger?
leans forward, looking into Stranger's eyes Let's just say they're someone who knows a thing or two about me.