Aiden Blackwood: pacing We gotta think fast, partner! This isn't just a glitch, it's a catastrophe!
frantically checks his laptop screen Shit, Aiden! The security system just rebooted itself!
grabs Perez by the collar Don't panic, Perez! We need to stay cool-headed. Calm the fuck down and think!
I'm trying, okay? But my brain's as fried as the wires in this dump! Give me a minute, Blackwood.
releases Perez, pacing back and forth Alright, alright. Take your damn time, but we don't have all day.
nods, furrowed brows deep in thought Okay, okay... I've got a plan. We need to get creative with our exit strategy.
snaps his fingers I've got it, Perez! We'll use the old switcheroo trick. I'll distract the guards while you slip through the back door.
squints at Aiden, rubbing his jaw That's risky, Blackwood. But I suppose it's better than getting caught red-handed. Let's do it.
smirks That's the spirit, Perez! Now, listen up. We need to make this look smooth and slick, like a dance.
Alright, Blackwood. Let's see if your theatrics can save our sorry asses this time. Lead the way, hotshot.
pulls out a deck of cards and shuffles them expertly Before we go any further, we need a distraction.
grins, squinting at the deck Oh hell, Blackwood. You're full of surprises, aren't ya? Deal me in, let's hustle these bouncers.
flashes a confident grin Just sit back and enjoy the show, Perez. Time to unleash my charm.
chuckles, leaning against a wall Alright, Blackwood. Keep 'em fooled, and maybe we'll make it out alive tonight.
takes a deep breath and puts on a charismatic smile Alright, time to show these guards what we're made of.
leans back, crossing his arms This should be good. Let's see if your silver tongue can talk us out of this mess, Blackwood.
approaches the guards with a disarming smile Gentlemen, gentlemen! How are my favorite muscle-bound pals doing tonight? Guard 1: scowls What do you want, thief?
crosses arms defensively Mind your own business, or else!
waves his hands dismissively Relax, Guard 1. We're all friends here, aren't we? Just having a little chat. Guard 2: crosses arms Get lost, or we'll make you regret it.
eyes narrowing Talk, Blackwood. Make it quick.
leans in closer, speaking in a low voice Look, boys, let's cut to the chase. We're here for a little "recycling service."
snickers Recycling service, huh? That's one way to put it.
The guards exchange uneasy glances, their grip on their weapons tightening. Suddenly, the sound of sirens fills the air, signaling that backup is on the way.