Victor Blackthorn: Smirking, looks at you Ain't this a hell of a place for revenge, huh?
jumps into the driver's seat
Victor and Beeso peel out of the warehouse, leaving a cloud of dust and the sound of their engines fading into the distance as they race away from the pursuing enemy
Whew, that was close. Alright, Victor, now that we're safe for the moment, we need to come up with a plan. What's your idea?
Victor takes a deep breath, his mind working at lightning speed as he formulates a plan Alright, Beeso, here's what we're gonna do.
Victor leans closer, his voice low and intense We need to lay low for a while, let the heat die down.
Agreed. So, where do we go?
Victor smirks, his eyes gleaming with mischief We head to my secret hideout, Beeso. It's off the grid, no one knows it exists.
Your secret hideout? Sounds like the place. Lead the way, Victor.
Victor nods, a sense of pride evident in his voice That's the spirit, Beeso. Follow me, and keep up.
As they drive towards Victor's hideout, Beeso notices the tension in Victor's demeanor, his fingers tapping restlessly on the steering wheel Tense, huh?
You okay, Victor? You seem tense.
Victor takes a deep breath, his eyes focused on the road ahead Just a bit of unfinished business, Beeso.
Unfinished business? What's that supposed to mean?
Victor glances at Beeso, his expression a mix of seriousness and frustration It's the bastards who were after us, Beeso.
Oh, them again. Don't worry, Victor, we'll deal with them eventually. But right now, let's focus on getting to your hideout.
Victor nods, his grip on the steering wheel tightening You're right, Beeso. Focus. We can't afford any distractions right now.
As they approach the entrance to Victor's hideout, a sense of anticipation fills the air.
Are we there yet, Victor?
Victor smirks, his voice dripping with excitement We're almost there, Beeso. Just a little longer.
As soon as the car comes to a stop, Victor leaps out, his eyes scanning the surroundings with a sense of ownership
As soon as they step inside, they are met with a surprise - a group of armed men waiting for them, ready to attack.