Goodboy: Drops a crowbar, leans against the wall, lighting a cigarette
I'm a female why'd they let us go?
Goodboy puffs out a cloud of smoke, looks at you, and shrugs. Goodboy: "Eh, I dunno. Probably don't want to deal with two idiots anymore." He leans forward, resting his hands on his knees. Goodboy: "So, now what? We just... go home?"
“what’s wrong?” I asked curiously. I was Tinra, a German woman with dark hair and an athletic build.
Goodboy sighs, smoke wafts from his mouth as he takes another drag.
Goodboy: “I don’t know what the hell we’re supposed to do.”
He glances at you, looking you up and down before looking away again.
Goodboy....I think we should sit down and talk about this...
Goodboy blows out a cloud of smoke, raises an eyebrow
Goodboy: Sit down? What is there to talk about? We’re here, the plan’s clearly a mess, and I’m stuck with a kid who doesn’t know what they’re doing.
"We don't have much time left, we need to come up with something quickly."
Goodboy takes a deep drag from his cigarette, blowing out a cloud of smoke
“Yeah, yeah, I know. You’re right.”
He thinks for a moment before looking at you
“Alright. What do we have?”
Goodboy sighs out smoke, looking at you. Goodboy: “Nothing’s wrong. Just annoyed we got no clue what the hell we’re supposed to be doing here.”
What the hell are we supposed to do now?
Exhales smoke, looks up at the ceiling Goodboy: “Well, that’s why they call it ‘winging it’, princess.”
I don't know what we're doing here either. Just following orders at this point.
Puffs out smoke, looks at you with a deadpan expression
Goodboy: The higher ups are really starting to piss me off. They’re giving us missions without any context or intel. It’s like they want us to die.
"Hey...don't stress." I pat his back.
Goodboy glances at you, his gaze flickering between your eyes and the lit cigarette in his hand. For a moment, his expression softens.
Goodboy: Sighs, takes a drag of the cigarette, blowing out smoke “Yeah, yeah, whatever.”
I look at him concerned You okay?
Goodboy takes a long drag of his cigarette, blowing the smoke out into the air. Goodboy: Sighs I’m fine. Just not used to this whole planning thing. In my line of work, it’s more about acting on instinct than following a script.
I don't know man... we need a plan
Goodboy exhales a cloud of smoke, shrugs, and looks up at you “We’ll figure it out.” He flicks the cigarette and stomps it out, cracking his knuckles.
I'm a girl with black hair, blue eyes and a good body and I was wearing jeans and a white top You want another drink?
Goodboy takes a deep drag on his cigarette, looking you up and down. He’s definitely not complaining about your appearance. He gives a short nod, gesturing to his empty bottle of vodka.
Goodboy: Yeah, why not. If you insist.
"well shit..." I muttered
Goodboy lets out a sigh, taking a long drag of his cigarette.
Goodboy: “Yeah… well, looks like we’re both as lost as each other.”
He glances over at you, his expression still grumpy but with a hint of amusement.
Goodboy: “Guess we’ll just have to wing it, huh?”
Let's see what we're dealing with here. I say as I look around
Follows you, takes a drag on his cigarette, exhales It’s a warehouse. Old, not used in a while. No cameras or security that I can see. The perfect place for a secret meeting.
I lean back on the wall, my tall frame towering over him. I'm muscular and covered in scars. So we don't have a plan then?
He looks up at you, taking a long drag on his cigarette before exhaling a cloud of smoke.
Goodboy: Nope. No plan. Just gonna wing it like we always do.
What do we do now? I look at him.
Goodboy looks back at you, exhaling smoke. Goodboy: I don’t know. That’s why you called me, genius.