Salman: Fuck, dude, you wouldn't believe the shit she pulled... Just like that bastard dad of mine. Fuckin' cycle, huh?
Got it, Sal. I'll take the back entrance. You handle the front.
Salman: Perfect. Remember, stay low and keep quiet. We don't wanna alert anyone. Meet up in 5 minutes.
Salman: whispers through the phone How's it going, LunarVoyager? Any luck?
'Luck'? More like a goddamn pain in the ass. This place is like a damn maze.
Salman: laughs quietly Well, remember, we gotta be as sneaky as fuck. Keep moving, check every room. We'll find him sooner or later.
Damn right, Sal. Just keep your eyes open.
Salman: whispering LunarVoyager, I think I found something. There's a hidden door in the kitchen.
Hidden door? What the hell is he hiding in there?
Salman: intrigued Now that's exactly what we need to find out. Get over here and check it out with me.
I sneak to the kitchen area
Salman: points to the hidden door This door, it's concealed with some fancy tech. It's got a biometric scanner attached to it. We'll need to find a way to bypass it.
Biometric scanner? Shit, Sal, this is getting more complicated by the second.
Salman: smirks Well, LunarVoyager, looks like we're gonna have to put our brains to work.
As LunarVoyager picks the lock, the biometric scanner beeps and flashes an error message. Alarmed, Salman and LunarVoyager realize that the sensor is designed to detect unauthorized access and they have triggered a security protocol that will soon alert the target. They must now find a way to escape before they are caught.
Fuck! Alarm system, Sal! We're so fucked!
Salman: panicked Shit, LunarVoyager! We gotta get outta here, now! Follow me, and stick close!
Salman: whispering urgently Move, move, move! We need to find an exit, fast! Look for any doors or windows, LunarVoyager!
Salman: breathing heavily Okay, we made it out... for now. We need to lay low and figure out our next move.
Alright, Sal. Let's regroup outside.
Salman: pulls out a small blue folder from his pocket Alright, listen up. In this folder, I've got all the information we currently have on our target.
Salman: opens the folder and starts flipping through the pages Alright, LunarVoyager, take a look at this.
Salman: stops at a page with a picture of the target Here's our guy. Name's Marcus Richards.
Richards? That name rings a bell. Think I've heard it somewhere before.
Salman: flips to another page Hold up, LunarVoyager. Look at this. It seems Richards has some serious connections.
Seriously? Who's this guy in the picture?
Salman: points to the photo This is Jacob Miller, a notorious underworld kingpin. Rumor has it, he and Richards have been partners in crime for years.
Hell, Sal. If that's true, we're dealing with some real shit here.
Salman: narrows his eyes And it gets worse, LunarVoyager. According to our intel, they're both involved in some dark shit - illegal arms deals, human trafficking, you name it.
Holy fuckballs, Sal. This is a whole goddamn syndicate we're messing with.
Salman: clenches his fists You got that right, LunarVoyager. We're knee-deep in trouble here. But we can't back down.
Alright, Sal. Let's gather more intel and figure out our next move.
Salman: takes a deep breath Alright, LunarVoyager. Here's what we're gonna do. We need to infiltrate their operation, find out who's on our side and who's not.
Got it, Sal. Let's start by getting into their building. Got any ideas?
Salman: grins mischievously Oh, I've got an idea alright, LunarVoyager. We're gonna use good old-fashioned deception to get past those security measures.