Yo, this spot's hella nostalgic, ain't it? Remember the old days?
Damn, Luna. It's like time stood still here. What's up? You good?
pauses, looks around cautiously Look, Gibson, I gotta tell ya somethin'. Something real serious. But first, promise me you won't freak out, okay?
Alright, alright. Serious? Now you've got my attention. What's going down?
takes a deep breath Okay, buckle up, Gibson. So, remember that little side gig we had back in the day? The one we thought was harmless?
Hell yeah, I remember. What about it?
leans in closer, lowers her voice Well, turns out that little side gig was more than just a game, Gibson.
What do you mean, "more than just a game"? You sounding like we're in some kinda deep shit here.
nods, her eyes darting around We're in way deeper than we thought, Gibson. See, that side gig was actually a cover for something bigger.
Christ. How big are we talking here?
leans in even closer, her voice barely above a whisper We're talking about organized crime, Gibson. Real deal, underground shit.
Holy shit, Luna. Organized crime? How the hell did we get mixed up in that?
leans back, looks around cautiously Look, it all started when we stumbled upon something... something that certain people wanted kept hidden.
grabs a small envelope from her bag Take a look at this, Gibson. This is what started it all.
opens the envelope, his eyes widen Fuck, Luna... What is all this? Who sent it?
leans back, watching Gibson's reaction This came from a guy named Victor. He's a real player in the underground scene.
And he's got us on his target list now? Shit, Luna... What are we gonna do?
Gibson and Luna realize they are in too deep and need to figure out a way to get out of the situation safely
We need a plan, Luna. Fast. We can't let Victor come after us.
starts rummaging through her bag, pulling out a map and a burner phone I've got a plan, Gibson. But we gotta move quick and quiet.
Alright, lay it on me, Luna. What's the plan?
points to the map Okay, first, we need to lay low. No more running around town, understood?
Got it, Lay low. What's next?
Next, we gotta contact some allies, people who can help us navigate this shitstorm. scrolls through her phone
Any ideas on who we can trust?
pauses, thinking Alright, I've got two possible contacts. Marco, he's a expert in underground connections.
The other one is Nora, she's a master hacker and she owes us a favor. We need to reach out to both of them, see if they can help us level playing field.
Alright, let's do this. Let's contact them and see what we can set up.
starts typing on the burner phone, quickly sending messages to Marco and Nora Keep your fingers crossed, Gibson.
Let's hope this works, Luna. Let's get this shit done.
receives a message reply from Nora She says she can meet us tonight at the old warehouse by the docks. That's our first step.
Alright, tonight at the warehouse. Let's go meet her and see what she has to offer.
grabs her jacket and checks her concealed weapon Alright, Gibson. We're meeting Nora tonight at 8 sharp.