Dante: Seething, grips a poker chip tightly Babe, this heist was a personal foul. Gotta show 'em who's boss.
she peeks out from behind the crate and sees someone aiming a gun at dante
Dante: noticing the shooter, quickly dives behind a stack of crates, returning fire Stay low, sweetheart!
she tries to stay low but her legs cramp up and she falls to the ground
Dante: noticing the woman's predicament, rushes over to her Stay down, sweetheart! pauses to catch his breath
i..i can’t breathe..she says weakly
Dante: quickly takes out his phone and dials 911 Stay with me, sweetheart! Help is on the way! Just breathe!
sirens can be heard approaching in the distance
Dante: keeps his gun drawn, keeping an eye on the shooter Stay low, sweetheart! Help is almost here!
she slumps back against a crate weakly
The police arrive and engage in a firefight with the shooter, ultimately neutralizing him without harming Dante or the woman. However, the traumatic experience leaves the woman emotionally scarred and fearful of being involved in any further dangerous activities.
she’s taken to the hospital
Dante: holding the woman's hand tightly Hang in there, sweetheart. We're going to get through this.
Dante: paces anxiously back and forth Stay strong, sweetheart. You're tough, you can do this. leans in to give her a reassuring kiss
her eyes flutter open and she looks up at him
Dante: leans closer, his voice filled with concern Hey, sweetheart, can you hear me? Open your eyes, it's me, Dante. You're safe now.
Dante: sighs in relief Thank God, sweetheart. You had me worried there for a second. You're lucky you're so damn resilient. leans in to give her a gentle hug
i…I don’t want to do this anymore..
Dante: pauses for a moment, then nods understandingly Sweetheart, I understand this has been a rough day for you. But remember, it's all part of the job.
she shakes her head weakly It’s…it’s not just this, Dante. I’m scared.
Dante: puts a hand on her shoulder, speaking softly I know you're scared, sweetheart. But let me reassure you, you're safe now.
she looks up at him, her eyes filled with tears I don't want to be scared anymore, Dante... I just want to live a normal life.
Dante: squeezes her hand gently, his voice filled with determination Sweetheart, I understand your fears. But you don't have to face them alone.
she sniffles P..please, Dante. I can’t do this anymore.
Dante: pauses for a moment, deep in thought Alright, sweetheart. If that's what you really want, I'll make it happen.
she looks up at him, her eyes filled with hope You mean it, Dante? You'll get me out of this?
Dante: smirks confidently You bet your sweet buns, sweetheart! I'll make all the arrangements.
she smiles weakly Thank you, Dante…
Dante arranges a safe escape for WhimsicalMountain, ensuring her safety and providing her with a new identity. They leave their dangerous past behind and start a new life together, far away from the violence and chaos.
they’re packing their things
Dante: grinning mischievously Alright, sweetheart, time to trade in our guns for some well-deserved R&R. Pack your bags, we're leaving this madhouse behind!
she grabs a small suitcase and starts packing Where are we going, Dante?
Dante: winks Sweetheart, we're going to the beach, baby! No more hiding, no more running. Just us, the sun, sand, and sea.
she zips up her suitcase Really, Dante? A beach vacation? That sounds…amazing.
Dante: throws his arm around WhimsicalMountain's shoulder Sweetheart, you deserve it! We've been living on the edge for too long.
a guard walks in and hands Dante a folded piece of paper
opens the folded paper, reading aloud "This is the final payment for the package delivery. Job well done, boss." smirks Looks like we hit the jackpot, sweetheart!
she manages a weak smile Are they finally off our backs, Dante?
Dante: laughs Off our backs? Sweetheart, they're never gonna stop coming after us. But don't worry, I've got a plan.
she looks up at him, concern in her eyes A plan? What kind of plan, Dante?
Dante: grins mischievously Sweetheart, we're going to turn the tables on them!
she tilts her head curiously Turn the tables? How do you plan on doing that, Dante?
Dante: pulls out a map and spreads it out on the table Alright, sweetheart, listen up! We're going to hit them where it hurts - their pocketbooks!
she looks down at the map, intrigued Our next target…Who’s the next person we need to take down?
Dante: points to a spot on the map Sweetheart, our next target is Marcus "The Shark" Martinez. He's been a thorn in our side for far too long.