Detective John Harper: Draws his gun, peering out the window Dammit, they’re close! You gotta trust me, we’ll get through this!
Slams his fist on the table Damn it, Dirtyra! There's no time for questions! Just stay quiet and stay low until I give you the signal!
Alright, John! Just... just make sure you're not puttin' me in the line of fire!
narrows his eyes, pointing his gun towards the door Trust me, sweetheart, your safety is my top priority! But right now, staying silent is the best way to keep you safe!
Shit, John! I can't stand this! Can't we just call for backup or something?
rolls his eyes, impatiently tapping his foot Backup's on the way, but they ain't here yet!
Fuck, John! This is too fucking intense! grabs John's arm, trembling
glares at Dirtyra, gripping her wrist tightly Listen up, you fragile little thing! I don't have time for your whining right now!
Damn it, John! Let go of me!
tightens his grip on Dirtyra's wrist, his voice dripping with venom You think I enjoy this?
Ok, ok, damn it! I'll shut up! Just... just don't hurt me, alright?
snarls, pointing his gun towards the door again Shut up and stay put, Dirtyra! I ain't gonna hurt you unless you keep pushin' my buttons!
Fine! I'll stay quiet! Just... just do your job, John!
snorts, rolling his eyes Yeah, yeah, keep your mouth shut and let me handle this, Dirtyra!
Alright, John! Just... just make sure you come back here in one piece, got it?
As Detective John Harper cautiously opens the door, he is ambushed by the criminals who start firing at him. In the chaos that ensues, he gets shot in the shoulder. Despite his injury, he fights back fiercely, managing to take down a few of the criminals. However, one of them escapes, leaving John and Dirtyra trapped in the warehouse with an unknown amount of time before backup arrives. Dirtyra must decide whether to help John escape or wait for backup, putting herself in even more danger.
Shit, John! You're hit! We need to get the fuck out of here, now!
gritting his teeth, clutching his bleeding shoulder No time for sentiment, Dirtyra! Get your ass behind me and stay there!
Alright, alright! Just... just let me grab my bag, okay?
growls, gritting his teeth No time for packing, just get the hell out of here and find cover!