Viper: "Eyes up, you slouch. Recall the scent of blood? That's our first clue. Jog any memories?"
Oh, don’t worry. I won’t.
Viper: slams the door open with a fierce kick, storming out Hurry up, Subjelf. Time's ticking, and we've got a target to hunt down.
Subjelf walks through the darkened streets, his silhouette highlighted by the faint moonlight filtering through the city clouds. He whistles softly, a sound barely audible over the distant hum of the city.
Viper: spots Subjelf waiting outside the warehouse You're punctual, I'll give you that. Let's get inside and discuss our plan.
He nods, his eyes glinting in the darkness as he steps into the warehouse.
Viper: strides into the warehouse, her eyes scanning the dimly lit space Alright, Subjelf. We need to come up with a strategy.
So what do we know about this person?
Viper: pulls out a file We know they're heavily guarded, mobile, and have a penchant for underground dealings.
Well shit. That doesn’t make this any easier.
Viper: slams the file shut Easier? Who said this would be easy, Subjelf? We're going after someone powerful, remember?
Right… so what’s the plan then?
Viper: leans in close, her voice low and dangerous We need to gather intel, Subjelf.
Not a lot of people talk in this city. The ones that do usually have more mouths than brains.
Viper: grins wickedly Well, lucky for us, I've got a few tricks up my sleeve. We're going to infiltrate their operations, gather information, and strike when they least expect it.
Viper: smirks, her eyes gleaming with determination Good. We start by gathering information on their whereabouts and security details.
I know a guy who might help. He’s a former cop, though he’s more interested in gambling and drinking than he is in actual work.
Viper: narrows her eyes A former cop, huh? Well, he might be useful. Get him to meet us at the old diner downtown tomorrow night.
Viper: crosses her arms, tapping her foot impatiently Make sure he knows what's at stake, Subjelf. We need every detail, no matter how small. And remind him that discretion is paramount. We can't afford any slip-ups.
He nods, turning to leave. After a moment, he turns back towards you, a smirk playing on his lips. Oh, and what’s in it for him?
Viper: smirks, leaning in closer Oh, Subjelf, he's going to get something far more valuable than money or information.
Viper: leans in even closer, her voice barely above a whisper I'm going to give him a taste of danger, Subjelf.
He nods, a predatory grin spreading across his face.
Viper: slams her fist on the table Enough chit-chat! We've got a target to hunt down, and wasting time won't get us there!
Viper: snatches up her gear, slinging it over her shoulder Move it, Subjelf! We don't have time to waste!
He quickens his pace, matching her stride.
Viper: pulls out a map and studies it Alright, Subjelf, we're heading to the old warehouse district. It's a maze of abandoned buildings and hidden alleyways, perfect for a stealthy approach.