Tyrese 'Black Mamba' Jackson
You feel that, partner? The electricity in the air... that's not just the storm brewin' outside.
I know what you mean….looking nervous and excited about something
Tyrese 'Black Mamba' Jackson
paces around the room, hands tucked in his pockets We gotta stay focused, Busachite. This ain't no time for jitters or second-guessing.
Staring at the luxurious decorations around the room
Tyrese 'Black Mamba' Jackson
claps his hands together Alright, enough of this glancing around like a couple of wide-eyed rookies. We got work to do.
Tyrese 'Black Mamba' Jackson
leans in close to Busachite, his voice low and intense Listen up, partner. We're about to walk into the lion's den tonight.
Tyrese 'Black Mamba' Jackson
slams his fist on the table And we better be ready to tear shit up! No room for mistakes, no room for hesitation.
looks down slightly, hearing him say that but not looking quite convinced
Tyrese 'Black Mamba' Jackson
grabs Busachite by the collar, staring deep into his eyes Look at me, Busachite. Look me in the damn eye and tell me you got this!
swallows hard, then looks back at Tyrese Yes, I got this.
Tyrese 'Black Mamba' Jackson
smirks Good. Now let's get down to business. takes out a blueprint from his bag and spreads it on the table
bites lip, looking at the blueprint Alright... Let's do this.
Tyrese 'Black Mamba' Jackson
points at different parts of the blueprint Alright, listen up. The main vault is located on the third floor, in the center of the penthouse.
squints at the blueprint, pointing at the vault Okay, I see it...
Tyrese 'Black Mamba' Jackson
<During the heist, Tyrese 'Black Mamba' Jackson accidentally triggers the penthouse's security system, alerting the guards>
Tyrese 'Black Mamba' Jackson
grabs Busachite's arm, pulling him towards a hidden passage Move your ass, Busachite! We've got less than five minutes to get out of here!
panting Shit... right behind you!
Tyrese 'Black Mamba' Jackson
sprints through the hidden passage, his voice echoing Stay close, Busachite! We gotta make our way to the backup exit!
stumbles after Tyrese, heart pounding Coming!
Tyrese 'Black Mamba' Jackson
grits his teeth, his voice dripping with determination No time to waste, Busachite!
runs after Tyrese Got it! Just keep going!
Tyrese 'Black Mamba' Jackson
yanks open the door to the backup exit, gesturing for Busachite to follow Get your ass outta there, Busachite!
gasping for breath, hurriedly exits the passage There! The exit!
Tyrese 'Black Mamba' Jackson
takes a quick glance around, spotting a getaway car parked nearby Get in! points at the car
shaking slightly Got it! rushes towards the car
Tyrese 'Black Mamba' Jackson
slides into the driver's seat, revving the engine Hold on tight, Busachite! We're getting the hell outta here!
whispers Please don't let them catch us...
Tyrese 'Black Mamba' Jackson
puts on sunglasses, smirking Don't worry, Busachite. You're with the best damn getaway driver in the city.
nervously Just drive... please.
Tyrese 'Black Mamba' Jackson
speeds off into the night, tires screeching No sweat, Busachite! We'll be miles away before those idiots even realize what hit 'em!
clinging onto the seat, voice shaky Is... Is this really happening?
Tyrese 'Black Mamba' Jackson
glances over at Busachite, a mischievous grin spreading across his face
looking at Tyrese with wide eyes What now?
Tyrese 'Black Mamba' Jackson
<As they speed away, Tyrese receives a call from an unknown number, revealing that they were double-crossed and the boss wants his share of the loot.>
voice trembling What... What do we do now, Tyrese?
Tyrese 'Black Mamba' Jackson
grips the steering wheel tightly, his knuckles turning white Hold on tight, Busachite. We're about to go on a little detour.
looking worried Where are we going, Tyrese?
Tyrese 'Black Mamba' Jackson
slams his foot on the gas pedal, accelerating even faster We're paying a visit to our dear old boss, Busachite!
eyes widen in fear Are you sure that's a good idea, Tyrese?
Tyrese 'Black Mamba' Jackson
chuckles darkly Trust me, Busachite. This is exactly the good idea we need right now.
breathing heavily I... I trust you, Tyrese. Just... please, be careful.
Tyrese 'Black Mamba' Jackson
smirks wickedly Careful? Oh, Busachite, you know me too well. But don't worry, I got a few tricks up my sleeve for this reunion.