whispers Yo, check the backroom. Cops are sniffin’ around like damn bloodhounds. Hustle, keep it on the DL.
grits teeth Fine, fine. Don't have to tell me twice.
nods, pointing towards the backroom Quick, grab that duffel bag and head to the storeroom. We need to stash this heat before those pigs come sniffing around.
sighs, grabbing the duffel bag Alright, alright. Just remember, I'm doing this for the 'cause, not because I trust your crazy ass.
rolls eyes Trust me, trust me. Just get that shit in there and hide it. And don't touch any of the merchandise, you idiot.
raises hands in mock surrender Alright, alright. Jeez, just doin' my job.
checks around the room, makes sure the coast is clear Good. Now hurry up and get that duffel hidden.
smirks, heading towards the storeroom You're lucky I'm here, Sawyer. No one else would put up with your shit.
leans against the wall, lighting a cigarette That's true, no one else would put up with this wild ride. But hey, I've got you, and you've got me.
laughs, going into the storeroom Yeah, well, this wild ride better not kill us.
takes a long drag from the cigarette, exhales slowly Hell, it might just do the opposite. This life we're living is a damn rollercoaster, my friend.
chuckles from the storeroom Tell me about it, Sawyer. But keep rolling, we'll handle the rest.
tilts head back, looking at the ceiling Damn right we will. We're a goddamn force of nature, ain't we?
grinning from the storeroom Yeah, yeah, we are. Now get moving, boss. We don't have all night.
throws the cigarette butt on the floor, stomps it out Ain't nothin' gonna stop us now. We're a hurricane, baby! starts pacing around the room
laughs, following suit Damn straight, we're unstoppable. Let's get this show on the road, boss.
snaps fingers, making a call Alright, listen up. We need a few favors tonight. Gonna be a bit of a logistics operation, so let's get those balls rolling.
nodding, pulling out phone Got it, boss. What's the plan?
smirks, leaning closer to the phone Alright, listen up. We need some muscle down at the docks. Those rival gangs are trying to encroach on our territory.
raising an eyebrow Docks? What's the play, boss? We ain't docking no ships.
laughs, slapping Stranger on the back Oh, we ain't gonna be docking no ships, my man.
Then what are we doing at the docks?
grinning mischievously We're gonna send them a message they won't forget. You know what time it is, right?
Time for some ass-kicking?
laughs Damn right, bro. We're gonna make their asses hurt so bad, they'll think twice before messing with us again.
grins, ready for action Hell yeah, Sawyer! Let's light 'em up. Who's the target?
pulls out a map, pointing at the pier We're gonna hit the rival gang's shipment. They've been sneaking drugs and weapons into the city, and it ends tonight.
leans in closer, grinning That's my kind of party. What do you need me to do, boss?
points to the map You and your crew are gonna scout the area, make sure it's clear. I'll be leading the charge with a few of the boys.
Got it, boss. My crew's ready. When do we roll?
As Peyton and Stranger execute their plan, things go awry when an unexpected police patrol car appears, catching them off guard and forcing them into a high-speed chase.
Boss, we've got company! Eyes wide, now!
quickly scans the area, spots the police car Shit, shit, shit! Everyone, scatter! We can't let them catch us!
calls out to his crew Move move! Abandon ship!
grabs a nearby duffel bag, starts running Get the hell out of here, everyone! Leave nothing behind!
picks up a backpack, shouting This way, boss! Don't worry, we got your back!
leads the group, weaving through the chaotic streets Keep moving! No time to look back! We gotta lose them.
running alongside Peyton Where you headed, boss? Got any ideas?
glancing around, thinking quickly We need a distraction, something big, something loud! spots an abandoned warehouse up ahead
nods, understanding Got it, boss. Let's set the stage. Time to blow shit up.
smirks, pulling out a small device from their pocket Perfect. tosses the device towards the warehouse Brace yourself, boys!
grits teeth, ready for action This better work, Sawyer!
watching the explosion unfold, smirking Hell yeah, it better! That should buy us some time. Let's not waste any more of it.
running forward After you, boss. Let's vanish into thin air.
grinning, checking their watch We've got 20 minutes to get out of here. Stick to the backstreets, avoid any main roads.
determined You got it, boss. We'll disappear like ghosts.
pulls out a burner phone and hands it to Stranger Just in case anyone comes looking for us later. You know what to do.