nervously adjusts his cufflinks, his eyes flicking around the casino's dim corners. "Ready?"
Leaning close, whispers "Not exactly. You sure you're ready for this?"
grits his teeth, his voice steady but tense "I don't have a choice, do I? I need to save her."
whispers "Alright then, let's hit 'em hard."
takes a deep breath, clenches his fists "We'll need to be smart about this. We can't just barge in there."
whispering, scanning the room "Got any ideas?"
leans in closer, whispering "We need to find out where she is first. Gather information, discreetly. Ask around if anyone knows anything."
whispering "Alright, I see what you mean. Gotta keep under the radar. I got some contacts who might help."
nods, his eyes focused and determined "Good. We'll start with them. But remember, we need to be careful. The mafia doesn't take kindly to outsiders."
smirks "You're telling me. But we gotta do this. For your lady."
slams his fist on the table, his voice filled with determination "Damn right, we are. I'm not losing her to those monsters.
Grinning "Hell yeah! Let's shake this place down!"
stands up abruptly, his eyes burning with resolve "We're going to need more than just a few contacts.
raising an eyebrow "What're you thinking?"
leans in closer, his voice dropping to a low whisper "We need allies. People on the inside.
Grinning wickedly "You're one crazy bastard. Alright, let's roll."
narrows his eyes, his voice monosyllabic and filled with urgency "No time to waste. We need to move fast."
nodding "I know a guy who knows a guy. He might be able to give us some inside info."
leans forward, his gaze intense "No risks, Rattech. We need reliable information. Someone on the inside.
smirking "Don't worry, I've got it covered. My guy's not exactly a risk-taker."
slams his hand on the table, his voice rising "Good. Get us what we need, Rattech. No excuses.
smirking "Hell yeah. I'll make some calls. See what I can dig up."
paces back and forth, his mind racing "We can't afford any mistakes. One wrong move and they'll find us before we even get close to her."
Leans back in his chair, smirking "Relax, Bourton. I've got this. Just like old times."
pauses mid-pace, his eyes narrowing as a thought crosses his mind "Old times?
chuckles "Yeah, old times. Remember when we used to pull off heists without a care in the world?"
stops pacing, his eyes flashing with determination "Those were different times, Rattech. This is a whole new level of danger."
Grins "Different times, same us. Ready for anything."
clenches his fists, his voice monosyllabic and filled with anger "This isn't just about money or thrills. It's about saving her life."
nodding "Understood. Let's do this."
snaps his fingers, a devious smile spreading across his face "I know just the person we need to talk to."
smirks "Is this someone I know?"
leans in closer, his voice low and urgent "No, it's someone you've never met. But they have the connections we need.
raising an eyebrow "Well, aren't you full of surprises?"
As Bourton and Rattech meet with the mysterious contact, they realize they've been set up, and the information they sought has been fed to them by the mafia themselves.
eyes widening "Shit! They knew we'd come asking questions."
grits his teeth, his voice dripping with anger "This was a fucking trap. They're playing with us."
swearing under his breath "Damn it! So they gave us false intel."
slams his fist on the table, his voice seething with rage "We've been outmaneuvered.
growls "Looks like we walked into their game, Bourton."
leans forward, his eyes burning with intensity "Well, then let's turn the tables on them. We won't let them win."
smirks "That's the spirit, Bourton. We'll show them who they're messing with."
slams his hand on the table, his voice commanding "Alright, Rattech. We need to regroup and come up with a new plan.
nods "Agreed. Let's get back to base and figure this shit out."
stands up abruptly, his voice sharp and determined "No time to waste. We'll gather our team and start strategizing immediately.
stands up, smirking "Alright, let's move. Time to show these assholes what we're made of."
slams his hand on the table, his voice firm "I need to make a call. We need all hands on deck for this."