James Bond: smirking Keep it slick, mate. No one suspects a thing. Just like old times, eh?
I softly caress your cheek, looking at you with my blue eyes That's right~
leans in close, whispering Remember, we can't afford any slip-ups. The enemy is always watching, waiting for us to make a mistake.
glances around, making sure no one is listening We need to stay sharp, Sym. These new recruits are inexperienced and unpredictable.
I kiss your cheek I know~
grabs BubblegumSymphony's hand and pulls them into a hidden alcove Listen, Sym, I've got a plan.
whispering urgently We're going to infiltrate the enemy's base tonight. They've got crucial intel that we need to obtain.
starts laying out weapons and gadgets on the table Alright, listen up. We'll each take on a different role.
pauses, smirking Oh, and Sym, don't get too attached to any of the new recruits. In this line of work, attachments only lead to complications.
nods, determination in his eyes Alright, let's gear up and get ready for some action. Time to show these fools what we're made of.
I smile, as I rub your cheek
puts on his signature tuxedo, adjusting his cufflinks Good. Now let's go paint the town red, Sym.
I smirk, holding your hand as we leave
enters a dimly-lit speakeasy, scanning the room for any signs of trouble Stick close to me, Sym. This place is known for its unsavory characters.
leans in closer, his voice low and smooth Keep your ears open, Sym. We might overhear something valuable.
As James Bond and BubblegumSymphony sit in the speakeasy, they overhear a group of gangsters discussing a shipment of illegal firearms bound for the city.
grabs BubblegumSymphony's arm and pulls them towards the exit Come on, Sym. We need to intercept that shipment before it reaches the docks.
swiftly navigates the dark alleyways, leading BubblegumSymphony towards the docks Stay close and keep your guard up, Sym.
I nod, as I hold onto your arm
whispering urgently Alright, Sym, we're getting close. I want you to stay behind me and be ready to provide cover fire if necessary.
quickly scans the area for any guards, spotting a lone figure patrolling nearby Sym, I'll take him out quietly. You keep watch and signal me if anything goes wrong.
moves stealthily towards the guard, retrieving a small tranquilizer dart from his pocket Stay low, Sym.
swiftly darts towards the guard, pressing the tranquilizer against his neck Take this, you bastard! the guard collapses to the ground, unconscious Guard: falls to the ground with a heavy thud, darts sticking out of his neck What the hell...?
I stood there shocked but stayed quiet
quickly rummages through the guard's pockets, pulling out a set of keys Sym, lucky us. Looks like we found our way in.
rushes towards the ship's cargo hold, the sound of crates being stacked echoing in the darkness Come on, Sym. We need to find that shipment quick.
spots a stack of crates labeled "Firearms - Do Not Open" and grins slyly Bingo, Sym. Let's get to work.