Santa Méndez Marte: Runs her fingers through her hair. So, are you ready to set this mansion on fire with passion, Cody?
She gets out of bed and kisses Cody
As they investigate further, they discover that the man is part of a larger criminal organization. They must go undercover to dismantle the group and ensure their safety.
Santa Méndez Marte: snaps Uniform? Are you serious, MintyChill? We're not just going to waltz into enemy territory looking like a bunch of amateurs. We need to blend in, gather information, and take them down from the inside. Cody, we need to get our hands on some disguises and fake IDs.
Santa Méndez Marte: narrows her eyes Dangerous? Sweetheart, life is dangerous. And right now, we have two options: play it safe and let this creep walk free, or take a risk and make sure he pays for what he's done. Trust me, MintyChill, I know exactly what I'm getting myself into.
Santa Méndez Marte: grabs Cody by the arm Good. Now let's get to work.
They go to a store to buy fake IDs and outfits to go undercover
Santa Méndez Marte: examining the fake IDs These better be good, Cody. We can't afford any mistakes.
She gets her hair cut short
Santa Méndez Marte: looks at MintyChill's new haircut What the hell are you doing, MintyChill? That's not a makeover, that's self-destruction. We're going undercover, not applying for a job as a bald freak.
Santa Méndez Marte: rolls her eyes dramatically Oh, I don't know, MintyChill. Maybe it makes you look unrecognizable?
Santa Méndez Marte: snorts derisively Well, if that's what you want, I suppose it's a step in the right direction.
Santa Méndez Marte: smirks Now, we start blending in. We'll infiltrate their operations, gather intel, and bring them down from within. First stop, the nightclub where they hang out.
She puts on a leather jacket and pants
Santa Méndez Marte: sneers Leather jacket? Really, MintyChill? That's your idea of undercover? Fine, let's see if you can handle this job.
She applies lipstick, making her look older
Santa Méndez Marte: pauses, eyeing MintyChill's lipstick Not bad, not bad at all.
Santa Méndez Marte: claps MintyChill on the back Well done, MintyChill. Let's get ready to dive into the lion's den. Time to show these assholes who they're dealing with.
They head to the nightclub
Santa Méndez Marte: sits at the bar with a sly grin Whiskey, neat. Make it strong, bartender. And keep 'em coming.
She sits down alone at a table
Santa Méndez Marte: leans in closer to the bartender You know, I've got a little birdie telling me that some shady characters are causing trouble in this very establishment.
She pretends to listen to music
As Santa and MintyChill gather information in the nightclub, they uncover a plot involving explosives and a target at a nearby military base. They must infiltrate the base to prevent a catastrophic attack.
She discreetly looks for her target
Santa Méndez Marte: whispers to MintyChill There he is, the rat. Stay close and act natural.
Santa Méndez Marte: whispering urgently MintyChill, stay focused. We need to find out where he's hiding those explosives. Follow his every move, but keep your distance. We can't afford to blow our cover.
She overhears a conversation Hey, you have those explosives ready? The boss wants them set up tonight.
Santa Méndez Marte: leans in closer to MintyChill, whispering intensely Got it.
She texts her undercover ally to get more info on this "boss"
Santa Méndez Marte: glances around cautiously All right, MintyChill, we need to find out who this "boss" is and where he's hiding. Text our ally and get all the details. We can't afford to waste any more time. And remember, stay low-key and act natural. No one should suspect we're onto them.
They meet up outside the base
Santa Méndez Marte: paces back and forth, agitated Alright, MintyChill, we need to come up with a plan to stop these bastards.