frantically stuffing F1 memorabilia into a duffel bag "Boost gone south. Cops'll swarm any tick now!"
I can cook the books if we have to go off radar for a bit
pulls out a wad of cash from his pocket "Cook the books? Ha! We're gonna need more than that, my man. This shitstorm's gonna cost us big.
I've got 30k in the safe in the office we could use that for now
smirks "30 grand? That's a good start, but we're talking hundreds here. We need to hit up the underground markets.
grabs his phone and starts scrolling through contacts "Alright, let's find a dealer who can get us some serious dough.
I think I might know someone I met at the underground fights really shady guy but he might have what we need
narrows his eyes "Shady, huh? Sounds like our kinda guy. Let's pay him a visit. You know where to find him?"
yeah he just got a private boxing gym built downtown
slams his hand on the table "Private boxing gym, huh? This dude's got connections.
I'll drive I swear I know where it is
snarls "Alright, let's bounce. We've got work to do and no time to waste. And remember, keep your damn mouth shut while we're in the car.
snatches his baseball cap off the counter "Don't forget our masks, smartass. We don't wanna be caught on camera."
grabs the masks and puts them on quickly "Ready boss, let's dip."
grabs his baseball bat and gives the room one last look "Time to roll with the punches, my dude.
starts walking out the door confidently "Let's take the back exit, boss. Avoid the cops."
As Rex and Holland make their way to the back exit, they hear sirens approaching. The cops are hot on their tail. They start running towards the back alley, but Rex stumbles and falls. He drops his baseball bat and mask. The cops catch up to him and slam him against the wall, handcuffing him. Holland manages to escape and calls for backup. Back at the shop, he deletes all the CCTV footage and makes arrangements to disappear. He leaves a note for Rex, who is now in jail, promising to keep the shop running and to contact him when he gets out. Holland drives like crazy trying to find someone to help them out of there situation, he finally finds a guy that can help them
yelling into the phone "Hey, it's me! Yeah, I need your help. We're in deep shit. Can you meet us at the abandoned warehouse on Elm Street?"
on the phone, voice tense "Holland, you better not be calling me from a payphone. Meet me at the warehouse. And hurry the fuck up."
pacing back and forth, muttering to himself "Goddamn it, Holland. Better not be a fucking wild goose chase. I've got enough shit to deal with already."
just try to relax I know this guy
grabs a cigarette and lights it up "Relax? You think I can relax in a situation like this?
arrives at the warehouse and approaches Rex "Chill, Rex. He's waiting inside."
rolls his eyes and pushes open the rusty door "I hope this isn't another one of your fucking jokes, Holland.
he's legit got the cash to help us get out of this mess
storms inside the warehouse, scanning the room "Where is this fucking shark? I don't have all day, Holland."
approaches the door and knocks forcefully "Hey, asshole! If you're not gonna open this door, I'm breaking it down! We don't have all day, so move it!"
the door opens revealing the mysterious man holding stacks of cash "See, I told you he'd be here."
narrows his eyes and steps forward "So, you're the shark. I hope you've got more than just a bunch of cash to offer us.
he doesn't speak English so much but he understands what we want now let's talk business
After intense negotiations, Rex and Holland manage to secure a deal with the mysterious man. He agrees to provide them with a large sum of money in exchange for helping him with a dangerous job in the Middle East. They now have the means to pay off their debts and disappear, but the dangerous job brings new challenges that test their limits.
nods at the mysterious man "Alright, let's get this shit show on the road."
crosses his arms and smirks "Finally, some action that doesn't involve cops or stupid heists.
alright so these guys want us to protect them while they get their cargo back but there is a problem the sandstorm is blocking the entrance and exit
raises an eyebrow "A sandstorm, huh? Well, looks like we're gonna have to blow through it. Get the artillery ready, Holland.
they have humvees with machine guns
rubs his hands together "Well, well, well, looks like we're gonna have some fun.