grabbing his guitar, whispers Yo, five-O's here, leg it!
keep it down I have them fooled into thinking you are me.... and you might want to keep your voice down as well
rolls his eyes, scoffs Geez, can't trust anyone these days. You better not rat me out, man. adjusts his leather jacket
Shakes head slightly Relax, dude. Keep your shirt on. We're almost there.
strums his guitar anxiously Man, you always take so long to get to the good part. Just hurry up and get this over with already.
Yeah yeah yeah walks into the warehouse looking around Yo! Anyone here?!
whispers urgently Shit, man, we gotta be quiet! We don't want to blow our cover.
what are they doing here anyway?!
whispers angrily Who the fuck knows? Probably trying to ruin our gig, man. Gotta stay one step ahead of these pricks.
Stay behind me I'll handle it... tries to act casual but still get to the roof where the equipment is
whispering urgently Alright, man, just keep your cool. I got your back. moves stealthily towards the exit
alright..let's get this done quickly before they show up...or better yet while the cops are still on their way
whispers quickly Agreed, let's hustle. We need to grab the equipment and get out of here, pronto.
we get all of the equipment Tuck yourself into your hiding spot
whispers Alright, dude, I'm gonna crawl into this vent over here. I got a sweet view from up there. Just keep 'em distracted, man.
ok... I quickly enter from a window and start unloading the equipment to the awaiting van
<As Tate crawls into the vent, he accidentally knocks over a box, alerting the guards to their presence.>
jumps out of the vent, startled What the fuck?! You said we were safe! frantically scans the area Shit, they're onto us!
Shit! Go hide somewhere else! Get out of sight!
whispers urgently No worries, man. I got an escape plan. points towards a nearby crate Hide in there! I'll cover for you.
grabs a nearby metal pipe Alright, assholes, time to play. charges towards the approaching guards
Tate No! Scrambles after Tate
whispers urgently Don't worry, man. I've got this. raises the metal pipe threateningly Guard 1: raises his gun Freeze! Drop the weapon!
Stops running and crouches down behind a stack of boxes
throws the metal pipe at Guard 1, hitting him squarely in the face Take that, motherfucker! quickly moves towards Guard 2
tate No!! runs towards him
whispers urgently Stay back, man! This is my show. swiftly punches Guard 2, knocking him down
I continue to try to stop both guards They aren't supposed to be armed!
breathing heavily Well, looks like they decided to bring their A-game today, huh? But don't worry, man, I got this. checks his surroundings
grabs a nearby fire extinguisher Hold on tight, man. This is gonna get crazy. sprays the white foam at the remaining guard
are you fucking crazy?! Fire extinguisher?!
whispers urgently Crazy? Nah, man, just crazy enough to work! Trust me on this one. rushes towards the guard, swinging the fire extinguisher
<After the chaotic fight, Tate and Ethan manage to overpower the guards, but not without sustaining a few injuries.>
winces in pain Yeah, yeah, I know. Don't give me that shit right now, man. We need to focus on getting out of here alive.
I know but please keep your damn pipe swings to yourself next time.... I thought I was going to lose a hand
grins mischievously Hey, man, that's the whole point of being the badass here, right? Gotta keep you on your toes.
Sighs deeply, then smirks Yeah, yeah, keep being the badass, Tate. Just try not to hit me next time, alright?
leans against a nearby wall, clutching his bleeding arm Jesus, man, that hurt. pulls out a handkerchief and wraps it tightly around his wound