John W. Creasy: softly You think this is smart?
raises an eyebrow, eyes scanning the surroundings Smart? No, kid. Not smart. steps closer I've seen enough shitstorms in my life to know when things are about to go sideways.
grabs Soat's arm, pulling them behind a parked car Keep your head down, kid. We gotta find a way outta here before things get worse.
whispering urgently Stay close, Soat. We're gonna move quietly and stick to the shadows. No heroics, got it?
pulls out a small handgun from his jacket Take this. It's loaded and ready for use. If anyone tries to touch you, pull the trigger without hesitation.
nods approvingly Good. Now, follow my lead. We're gonna blend in, stay unnoticed, and find a way to get you home safe.
quickly scans the area for any potential threats Alright, we need to find a safe route. Stick with me, Soat.
speaking softly Stay low and stay quiet, Soat. We don't want anyone to notice us.
spots an abandoned alley nearby Alright, this should be our escape route. We'll stick to the shadows and move quickly.
follows him into the alley
pauses and looks back at Soat Stay right behind me, Soat. We're almost there.
quickens his pace, weaving through the narrow alleyways Keep your head down and stay close, Soat. We're almost safe.
As they reach the edge of the alley, a group of armed thugs blocks their path, demanding money or else they'll harm Soat.
swiftly assesses the situation, staying calm Hold your ground, Soat. I've dealt with these types before.
steps forward, keeping his hands visible Look, gentlemen, we don't want any trouble. How much do you want?
mmm I don’t have that kind of money
leans in closer, speaking in a low tone Listen, boys. I'm not in the mood for negotiations. Hand over the cash, or else...