whispers Yo, bae, keep it on the DL, ayt? We can't be catchin' no side-eyes here.
paces around the dimly lit chapel Alright, babe, we need to lay low for a bit. Can't risk those damn reporters finding us.
whispers urgently Babe, we can't stay here for long. We need to keep moving, stay one step ahead of them.
glancing around nervously Alright, listen up, babe. We're gonna make our way to the secret archives beneath the Vatican.
As Pope Francis and Lunatee make their way to the secret archives, they discover that their trusted informant has been compromised, leaving them vulnerable to the reporter's prying eyes.
What do we do now daddy..
grabs Lunatee's shoulders, looking her in the eye Listen up, babe. We can't trust anyone from now on. We need to lay low and disappear off the radar.
rushes to a nearby phone I'm gonna call in some favors, babe. I know a guy who can help us vanish off the grid. Trust me, we'll be safe.
dials a number, speaking in hushed tones Hey, it's me. Yeah, I need your help. We're in deep shit. Can you arrange a meeting?
speaks softly, glancing around Look, babe, I know this is scary, but we gotta stay strong. We can't let those reporters tear us apart.
holds Lunatee close, feeling her warmth and hearing the steady rhythm of her heartbeat Babe, we're gonna get through this.
quickly packs a bag, gathering passports and cash We gotta leave the country, babe. Pack light, grab whatever essentials we need. We won't be back for a while.
speaking in hushed tones Alright, babe, we're gonna fly out under the radar. I booked us a private flight. We'll land in a remote location and then make our way to safety.
looks at Lunatee with determination Babe, we're gonna leave those reporters behind, but we need to stay vigilant.
holding Lunatee's hand tightly Listen, babe, we gotta stay alert. These reporters are relentless, they won't stop until they find us.
pauses, scanning the surroundings Shit, there's a suspicious vehicle nearby. Stay close, babe. We might have company.
stays silent and holds his hand tightly
As Pope Francis and Lunatee make their way to the private airstrip, they realize they are being followed by a group of armed assailants.
grabs his gun, whispering urgently Shit, babe. We've got trouble. Stay behind me and stay low. We need to make a run for the plane.
quickly scans the area, searching for an escape route We need to move fast, babe. Follow my lead.