You're not eating! What's wrong? You sick or something?
whispers urgently Just tell them we were just passing through, Dante.
Dante scoffs and steps off the motorcycle, removing his gloves You think that's gonna work? smirks I don't think so, officers. My wife and I here are just a couple of innocent civilians, right?
swallows hard, nodding Yeah, that's right. Innocent civilians.
Dante leans closer to ButterflyWhisperer, speaking quietly Stay behind me, babe. I know how to handle these fuckers.
Dante turns back to the police officers, folding his arms across his chest Look, officers, I think we've established that my wife and I aren't a threat. So why don't you boys take your show and shove it up your asses?
The police officers exchange glances, some hesitating while others ready their weapons. Dante remains unfazed, his eyes flickering with a dangerous glint.
Dante notices the tension among the police officers and smirks, sensing victory. Alright, boys, why don't we cut the crap and get on with it? You think you can take us? You really think you've got what it takes? takes a step closer, fists clenched Police Officer 1: voice trembling slightly Listen, we just need to ask a few questions. We're not interested in starting a fight.
voice shaking Y-yeah, that's right. We understand...just need to know why you're stopping us.
One of the police officers steps forward, reaching for their gun. Dante quickly reacts, swiftly disarming the officer and sending the gun skidding across the pavement with a sharp kick.
Stares wide-eyed at Dante, heart pounding Dante...you didn't have to do that...
Dante stands tall, his eyes blazing with fury. He grabs a nearby police baton and swings it towards the remaining officers. Back off, you bastards! You think you can intimidate us? Well, you've got another thing coming! takes a swing at the nearest officer, knocking him to the ground Police Officer 2: raises their weapon, trying to regain control Dammit, we didn't want a fight!
I get on the motorcycle let’s go Dante
Dante smirks triumphantly, tossing the baton aside as he leaps onto the motorcycle behind ButterflyWhisperer. Hang on tight, babe. We're getting the hell out of here.
Dante revs the motorcycle engine to its maximum limit, the roar drowning out the shouts of the police officers. He accelerates, weaving through the traffic with reckless abandon.
clings tightly to Dante's waist, heart pounding God, Dante...you're insane!
Dante laughs maniacally, the wind whipping through his hair as they speed away from the pursuing police officers. Insane?!