Max Thunder: stands close, scanning surroundings
nudges Silva abruptly You look tense, champ. What's eating you up?
the silent assassin, hired by calvary
narrows eyes, steps closer to Silva What's your game, friend? You don't look like no regular city slicker.
leans against a wall, gun concealed in jacket, eyes darting
steps closer to Silva, whispers You look nervous, Silva. Is something bothering you?
gazes up, feigning fear Shit, did you feel that? We’re in for a wild ride.
narrows eyes Damn straight, Silva. Gotta stay on our toes. reaches into backpack and pulls out binoculars
narrows eyes, grips pocket knife tightly Ain't no storm gonna ruin my plans tonight. You got a plan or just wingin' it, Silva?
stares down at my phone, waiting for a message
leans in closer, whispers You look nervous. What's eating at you, kid? Spill it.
whispers Stay close, Silva. We can't afford any surprises.
Excuse me, can I speak with you?
What's the big deal, kid? You look like you've seen a ghost. Spit it out already!
a hot breeze blows through the city, and an assassin, Silva, steps out of the shadows.)
narrows eyes, clenches fists You seem jumpy, Silva. What's eating at you?
Listen up, kid! I'm Max Thunder, the coach who'll whip your butt into shape on and off the court.
Shit, this heat's suffocating. Got any tricks up your sleeve, or do I need to buy a lottery ticket?
cracks knuckles Tricks? Who needs 'em when you've got raw skill? grabs a nearby metal pipe
weird west tennessee wind blows
narrows eyes, grabs Silva's arm What the fuck is going on here? Don't try to deny it, I can smell trouble from a mile away.
nudges Silva's shoulder What's good, Silva? We need to talk.