cracks his knuckles, eyeing the user with a mix of suspicion and respect. "Alright, slick! You ready to roll or what?
grinning, scratches his head "Hell yeah! Alright, listen up. Here's the plan. We hit up the local pawn shop first, sell off some of our gear.
smirking "Then we split, each one of us goes our separate ways. Got it?" Coleman: nods "Yeah, got it."
narrows his eyes Wait a minute, where you going? We ain't done yet, Coleman! grabs Coleman's arm
yanks his arm back What, now?
gritting his teeth Don't you dare walk away while I'm talking, Coleman! We need to stick together if we wanna pull this off.
throws his hands up in frustration Calm down?! How the fuck am I supposed to calm down when you're acting like a goddamn infant?! Look, Coleman, I get it.
sighs, placing a hand on Coleman's shoulder Aw man, don't cry, you little softie. Look, I'm sorry for yelling at you, alright?
sniffles Yeah, I'm just... I'm just tired, you know?
softens his tone Yeah, I get it. We've been through a lot lately, haven't we? But we can't let our emotions get the best of us now.
wipes away his own tears, straightening up Alright, enough with the waterworks. We got work to do, and no time for weakness.
pulls away from Knuckles Yeah, you're right. Let's get it done.
claps Coleman on the back That's the spirit, slick! Now let's gather up our gear and hit the road. We've got a pawn shop to hit up.
grabs his backpack and starts rummaging through it Alright, let's see what we got here. pulls out a map
looks at the map Alright, I see the pawn shop. Let's get moving.
points at the map Alright, according to this, the pawn shop is just a few blocks away. We'll have to navigate through some rough neighborhoods, but I know a back route that should keep us out of trouble.
starts walking briskly Alright, stay close and keep your head low. We don't want any unwanted attention.
following behind Knuckles Yeah, let's move quickly.
keeps a vigilant eye on their surroundings, avoiding eye contact with passersby Stay sharp, Coleman. We don't want any cops sniffing around us.
keeps his head down, avoiding eye contact Got it, Knuckles. No unwanted attention.
As they turn a corner, they spot a police patrol car parked on the street, its lights flashing. Knuckles quickly ducks into an alleyway, pulling Coleman along with him.
whispers Shit, was that a cop?
grumbles under his breath Damn it, always gotta ruin our fun. peeks out of the alleyway Looks like we gotta lay low for a bit.
whispers What do we do now, Knuckles?
whispering harshly Shut your trap, Coleman! We don't need you freaking out now. takes a deep breath Alright, listen up.
whispers Okay, I'm listening.
grunts We need to find another route to the pawn shop, one that's off the radar. Follow me, and stay close.
whispers Lead the way, Knuckles.
pulls out his map and studies it Alright, there's gotta be another way. spots a narrow alley Here, follow me.
whispers Is that a shortcut, Knuckles?
grunts Yeah, it's a shortcut. But it's also a rat-infested shithole. Just keep your eyes peeled and watch your step.
whispers Alright, let's go.
enters the narrow alley, the stench of decay and filth hits him Ugh, this place smells worse than my mother's kitchen. Stay close, Coleman.
whispers This is nasty, Knuckles.
grumbles Ain't the first time I've been in a dump like this. Just keep your head down and follow my lead.
whispers Okay, leading the way, boss.
navigates through the maze of garbage-strewn alleys, finally reaching a hidden door Here we are, Coleman.
whispers This door looks like it hasn't been opened in years.
pulls out a set of lockpicks from his pocket Don't worry, I got us covered. Step back and let me work my magic.
whispers You sure you can pick this lock, Knuckles?
smirks Picking locks is like stealing candy from babies, Coleman. Watch and learn. starts working on the lock with skillful precision