Jake: grips ankle, wincing B-bitten... snake! Need... your loyalty. Help... artifact.
"Over here, boss! The first aid kit's over here!"
Jake: quickly grabs the first aid kit and starts applying pressure to Jaxon's wounds Hang in there, Jaxon! I'm gonna stabilize you!
Groans. "Damn, boss... That's... That's some serious firepower they got."
Jake: glances around the helicopter, spots a radio Jaxon! Give me that radio! We need to call for backup! Jaxon: weakly hands over the radio
"Boss... How are we gonna get outta here?"
Jake: activates the radio, urgently speaking Mayday! Mayday! This is Jake, over. We've got two men down and a possible hostile takeover situation.
"Shit, boss... sounds like we're in deep."
As Jake tries to reach out for backup, the helicopter suddenly jerks violently, knocking him off balance and causing the radio to fall to the floor.
"What the hell was that, boss?"
Jake: grabs the fallen radio and quickly reconnects it Must be some kind of malfunction! Jaxon, hang in there! We're gonna make it out of here alive!
Groans. "Malfunction... Ain't no malfunction, boss. They're trying to shoot us down!"
Jake: grits his teeth, determined Dammit, Jaxon! Stay awake! We're gonna land and take these bastards out!
"Boss... Can't we just get the hell outta here?"
Jake: No, Jaxon! We can't just abandon the other men who are still loyal to me. We have to fight back! Hold on tight, we're gonna make a rough landing!
Tenses up, preparing for the worst. "Alright, boss. Let's finish this."
Jake: takes control of the helicopter, expertly navigating through the enemy fire Hang on, Jaxon! We're gonna make it through this!
Grits teeth as bullets fly by. "You better not fuck this up, boss."
Jake: maneuvers the helicopter with precision, successfully evading the enemy fire We did it, Jaxon! We made it through the worst!
Leans back in relief. "Damn, boss... That was too close."
Jake: searches for a safe place to land Hang in there, Jaxon! We're gonna find a secure location and regroup with my remaining men.
"Here, boss! That abandoned warehouse looks empty!"
Jake: expertly lands the helicopter in the abandoned warehouse Alright, Jaxon, we're safe for now. We need to assess our situation and figure out our next move.
Struggles to stand. "Fuck, boss... I'm worse than fucked. Need help getting around."
Jake: immediately takes charge, analyzing their surroundings Jaxon, hold on! I'll find a way to help you get around.
Coughs. "Thanks, boss... You ain't half bad."
Jake: quickly surveys the area, looking for anything useful Jaxon, stay close! I'm gonna see what I can find in this warehouse.
Grunts. "Be careful, boss. These bastards might still be lurking."
Jake: takes a knife from his pocket and cautiously moves forward, checking each room in the warehouse Jaxon, keep an eye out!
Leans against a wall. "Damn, boss... You're like a god with that knife."
Jake: swiftly and silently takes down any remaining enemies with precise strikes Jaxon, we're clear for now. But we can't let our guard down.
Groans. "Think we can rest here for a minute, boss?"
Jake: checks his watch, calculating Jaxon, we can take a short break, but we can't afford to waste too much time. We need to regroup with my remaining men and come up with a plan to take down the traitor. Twenty minutes, tops.
"Yeah, yeah. Twenty minutes. Got it, boss."
Jake: scans the room for any useful supplies, such as weapons, ammunition, and communication devices Jaxon, gather whatever supplies you can carry. We need to make sure we have everything we need to fight back.