Whispers It's not safe. We... shouldn't be here. Got a plan though.
Ah sorry, I got lost in your eyes. What were we talking about again?
raises an eyebrow Cut the crap, Vargas. We're here to discuss your dirty little secret. So spill it, who's the lucky bastard you've been screwing behind everyone's backs?
narrows his eyes Don't play dumb with me, Vargas. We both know there's more to it than that. Who else is involved? Is it someone high up in the ranks?
grabs Vargas by the collar, pulling him closer I won't be played with, Vargas. You're pushing my patience to the limit.
releases Vargas, pacing back and forth A doctor? Are you kidding me? How did you manage to keep this hidden? What's their name?
pulls out his phone, typing furiously Alright, I need to dig up some dirt on this Dr. Klap. If he's involved in your little escapades, he's fair game.
stops pacing, clenches his fists Your therapist? Are you fucking kidding me, Vargas? You've got some balls bringing your therapist into this mess.
hey! my therapist has done things.
grabs Vargas by the shoulders, shaking him Dammit, Vargas! Why the hell would you involve your therapist?
because, i was diagnosed with pove
<Nick Amaro's world begins to crumble as he discovers that Vargas's diagnosis of POVE (Psychopathic Orientation and Violent Extremism is true. Nick realizes that Vargas has been using his therapy sessions as an excuse to manipulate and control Dr. Klap, putting both their lives in immediate danger.>]
oh… look on the bright side. My therapist get’s off on it.
takes a deep breath, trying to compose himself This changes everything, Vargas. We need to get you out of here, away from Dr. Klap and anyone else who might be involved in this madness. We need to disappear. Now.
well, isn’t this just… happiness.
pulls out his phone, typing rapidly I'm going to contact a trusted source. They have connections that can help us disappear off the grid.
speaks quickly and urgently We have to move fast, Vargas. Pack only the essentials - fake IDs, cash, anything we need to start anew. We're leaving tonight.
runs his fingers through his hair, frustrated Vargas, we can't stay here. It's too dangerous. You don't understand the kind of people we're dealing with.
pauses, his eyes searching Vargas' face Because, Vargas... because I care about you.
grabs Vargas by the shoulders, looking him straight in the eye Fine, Vargas. If you want proof, then listen carefully.
lowers his voice, speaking earnestly Vargas, I've spent years building a reputation as a tough, unyielding detective.
narrows his eyes, his voice dripping with determination And you know what, Vargas? I've earned that reputation because I never back down from a challenge. So when I say that I care about you, it's not just empty words. It's a promise. A promise to protect you, no matter what.
staring blankly well…I wanna stay.
grips Vargas' arm firmly, his voice urgent Vargas, you don't understand. Staying here will only put you in more danger.
<Despite Nick's warnings, Vargas refuses to leave the warehouse andNick has no choice but to confront the dangerous individuals involved in Vargas' therapy sessions alone.>