"Remember the old plays? Time to huddle. Take down those cheaters again, you in?"
his voice filled with rage You think you've won, you slimy bastards?
smirks defiantly Oh, we're far from done, you sleazy scumbags.
whispers urgently to Thompson We need to find a way out of here. Follow my lead and stay close.
spots a guard approaching Alright, listen up, Stranger. We're gonna make a break for it when that guard comes closer.
grabs Thompson's arm On my mark, we make a run for it. Ready?
grabs a nearby object and swings it at the guard Take this, you sorry excuse for a guard! pushes Thompson towards the exit Run, Stranger!
shouting Follow my lead, Stranger! Stick with me and don't look back! We need to find a way out of this hellhole!
spots a locked door There! That must be the escape route! We just need to find a way to open it.
examines the lock Shit, it's a complex mechanism. We need something to pick the lock. Any ideas, Stranger?
looks around frantically Alright, think, think... We need something thin and flexible, like a hairpin or a credit card.
As Griffin and Thompson work on picking the lock, they hear footsteps approaching. They quickly hide behind a nearby crate, holding their breath.
I whisper what do we do now
whispering urgently Shit, they're getting closer! We need to find a way to distract them.
whispers to Thompson Alright, listen up. We need a distraction. I'll create a diversion while you slip past the guards.
takes a deep breath, then shouts Hey, you bastards! Look over here! I've got a surprise for you! Guards: start running towards Griffin's voice What the hell is going on over there?
runs past the guards quietly
jumps out from hiding, taunting the guards Come on, you worthless excuses for law enforcement! Try and catch me if you can! Guards: spread out, ready to chase after Griffin Dammit, that bastard's good at his job! After him, now!