Leaning in, voice barely above a whisper Time to snuff out our little problem, yeah? Don't fuck this up.
glancing at the shiny knife, swallowing hard Shit, I'm nervous. What if we get caught?
Smirking Oh, sweetheart, the odds of getting caught are lower than a snowball in hell. Trust me, I've handled messier situations than this.
I look at the guy and my hands shake a bit as I hold the knife
Snatches the knife from DudeElite's trembling hands, examining it with a critical eye Jesus, can't even hold a fucking knife steady.
Rolls up his sleeves, leans in closer Look here, you fucking wimp. We're gonna make this so clean, so slick, that Mario himself would be impressed.
swallowing hard Shit, I'm... I'm ready, boss. Let's do this.
Grabs DudeElite by the collar, pulling them close Alright, listen up, you pathetic excuse for a bodyguard.
Stammers Yes, boss... yes. I'm listening.
Releases DudeElite's collar, smirking First things first, we gotta gather some intel. Find out the whereabouts of our little rat. Got it?
Got it, boss. I'll start asking around. Where do we meet?
Takes out a sleek smartphone, opens a messaging app Meet me at the usual spot. I'll text you the details.
Got it, boss. I'll head there right away.
Watches DudeElite scurry off, shaking his head Damn, I hope he can handle this.
Arriving at the meeting point, slightly out of breath Boss, I'm here! What's the plan?
Looks at DudeElite with a mixture of annoyance and amusement You ask a lot of questions, don't you? Fine, I'll lay it out for you.
Takes a deep breath, speaking in hushed tones Alright, here's the plan. Our target is the son of the Mayor.
Leaning in closer, voice filled with urgency This is a high-stakes job, DudeElite.