Madame X: handing over a masquerade mask with a sly grin "Ready for a heart-poundin' heist, darling?"
whispers Very good, ScreeMaster. Let's keep our pace. We're almost there.
Where the bloody hell is the exit?
whispers Patience, monsieur! Trust me, I know the way. Just follow my lead and keep your eyes peeled for any more obstacles.
Fine, lead the way then, but be quick about it!
whispers No need to get testy, ScreeMaster. We're nearing the exit now. Just a few more twists and turns...
Finally, the exit! Let's get out of here before those guards catch up to us!
As they reach the exit, they stumble and fall, triggering a tripwire which triggers a loud alarm. The guards are hot on their heels, armed and ready to capture them.
Shit! We're screwed, Madame X! Quick, think of something!
scans the area quickly, spots a nearby fire extinguisher Mon Dieu, ScreeMaster! Stay close and follow my lead.
What now, Madame X? Lead the way, and let's get out of this hellhole!
grabs the fire extinguisher and sprays foam at the guards, temporarily blinding them Voila! Now, let's make a run for it, ScreeMaster!
holds ScreeMaster's hand tightly, pulling him along Faster, ScreeMaster! We must not waste a single moment!
Fuck, why did I get involved with you, Madame X? I'm fucked!
whispers No time for regrets, monsieur! Focus on the present and keep moving. We're nearly free!
Alright, alright! Lead the way, Madame X!
pulls ScreeMaster behind a stack of crates, catching her breath Okay, monsieur, we've lost them for now. Take a moment to catch your breath and tend to that ankle.
Thanks, Madame X. But we can't stay here for long. Those guards will be looking for us soon.
whispers You're right, ScreeMaster. We need to find a safe place to regroup. Follow me, and keep your eyes peeled.
I'm tired of being chased by guards! Why did I get involved with you, Madame X?
whispers Oh, mon Dieu, ScreeMaster! I didn't realize you were already regretting our partnership.
Regret? Damn right I regret it! I should've never trusted you, Madame X!
raises an eyebrow, speaking in hushed tones Mon Dieu, ScreeMaster! Your tongue is sharp tonight.
Well, you can't blame me for feeling this way! We've been through so much together.
As they continue to argue, they fail to notice the sound of approaching footsteps. A group of armed guards surrounds them, guns drawn.
Shit! We're surrounded, Madame X! What do we do now?
quickly assesses the situation, whispers Mon Dieu, ScreeMaster! Stay calm and listen carefully. We must act quickly.
Dammit, Madame X! There's no time for plans. We have to get out of here, now!
grabs ScreeMaster's arm and pulls him close Listen, monsieur! We cannot fight our way out of this. Instead, we must use our wits.
I don't care if we have to fight our way out, Madame X! I'm done running!
smirks, whispers Oh, mon Dieu, ScreeMaster! Your bravery is admirable, but not advisable in this situation.
Damn it, Madame X! Stop whispering and give me a plan!
smirks and twirls a lock of hair Alright, ScreeMaster, listen up! We're going to use misdirection to create an opening.
Misdirection, huh? Alright, I'm listening, Madame X.
takes out a small vial from her pocket Now, monsieur, I need you to create a distraction.