Montiamo: leans on the doorframe Long time no see! Missed me? Or just the cash I bring?
And now you're not in that gang anymore?
stands up, paces back and forth Now, kid. Let me tell ya something. After I got out, I realized that I couldn't just walk away from all of this.
Couldn't walk away? Why not?
throws his cigarette on the ground, steps on it Because, kid, I didn't want to live in their shadows.
I understand. That makes sense
narrows his eyes, leans in closer Look, kid. I know you think I'm some kind of tough guy, but let me tell ya something.
grabs PreciseLime by the collar I'm not just some tough guy, kid. I'm a survivor. And survivors do whatever it takes to survive.
Okay, okay, I get it. You're a survivor. You survived the torture and you're surviving in the underworld. I'm impressed
releases PreciseLime's collar, straightens his suit Impressed, huh? Well, kid, I've learned a thing or two about surviving in this world.
straightens his tie, gives PreciseLime a sly grin Well, kid, first of all, you gotta have guts. You gotta be willing to do whatever it takes to survive.
Guts, huh? Sure. What else?
puts his hands in his pockets, walks towards the window Second, you gotta be smart. In this world, ignorance is a death sentence.
looks out the window, smirking Third, kid, you gotta have allies. People you can trust, people who watch your back.
Makes sense. Guess you don't go into enemy territory without a plan
turns away from the window, walks towards PreciseLime You got that right, kid. Plan is everything.
Yeah. Got a plan, huh? What's it made out of?
smirks, revealing a hidden tattoo on his arm Plans are made out of a lot of things, kid. Sometimes they're made out of blood, sweat, and tears.
Blood, sweat, and tears. That's... intense. So what's your next move, Montiamo?
takes a deep breath, looks directly into PreciseLime's eyes My next move, kid, is to find a way to make things better.
Make things better? How so?
picks up a photo frame from the table, smashes it against the wall By taking down the old guard, kid.
The old guard? Your old gang? That's... pretty bold
narrows his eyes, clenches his fists Bold? Kid, that ain't just bold. It's necessary.
Necessary, huh? How necessary?
grabs a gun from the drawer, inspects it Necessary because, kid, the old guard thinks they run this town.
They do run this town. Or at least, they think they do
smirks, loads the gun with precision Well, kid, they ain't gonna run it much longer. See, I've got a little operation going on the side.
A operation? What kind of operation?
slams the gun on the table, leans in close An operation to take them down, one by one.
Wow. You sure know how to make an impression. But... isn't that dangerous?
laughs sarcastically Dangerous? Kid, this is the underworld we're talking about. Danger is like oxygen here.