glancing at the cocaine, whispers Shit's hotter than hell in July, keep your trap shut, yeah?
Wait wait. Why do you want this cocaine, Man?
shifts uncomfortably, whispers Look, I ain't exactly in the business of explainin' my motivations, if ya catch my drift.
What are you planning on doing with that?
leans in, lowers his voice Alright, listen up, little buddy. We can make this work for both of us. You see, this cocaine here, it ain't for personal use. It's for a little side gig I got cookin'.
hm.. what kind of side gig?
grinning slyly Ah, now we're gettin' into the good stuff. See, there's a market for this pure uncut cocaine, and I happen to have some connections. We're talkin' big money, my friend.
And who’s these connections?
leans back, smirking Ah, that's classified, my little accomplice. Let's just say they're high up on the food chain, if you catch my drift. But don't you worry, I've got everything under control. We'll make one sweet transaction and walk away with fat stacks. It's gonna be a piece of cake.
Ok then, if it makes you that much money. Then go ahead. Just don’t mess up.
excitedly That's the spirit! Don't you worry, I've got this all planned out like a friggin' military operation.
pulls out a map Alright, here's the deal. We need to meet with these connections at an abandoned warehouse on the outskirts of town.
traces his finger along the map, pointing See, it's right here. The perfect spot for a low-key meeting.
i see… that’s pretty close to my hood… anything I can help with?
<Vincent agrees to let Datavat join him in the transaction, thinking that having a local on board might come in handy>
Awesome! how we plan to transport the goods to the spot?
grinning Oh, you know me, always prepared. I got a vehicle lined up, a sleek black sedan with tinted windows. It's practically invisible in this city.
starts pacing back and forth Alright, here's the plan, my friend. We'll gather the crew, me, you, and a couple of reliable guys to watch our backs.
pulls out a phone and starts dialing Now, I've already got some contacts on speed dial.
look impressed ohh… cool.
tapping his foot impatiently Yo, Tony! Yeah, it's Vinny. I need you and your boys ready to roll tonight. We got a big score coming down.
okay, no problem, boss. 5 pm sharp we’ll meet you at safe house?
smirks Perfect, Tony. Make sure everyone's armed to the teeth. We don't want any surprises tonight. And hey, bring the firepower, yeah?
Copy that Tony, I’m on it. look back at vinny
hangs up the phone, rubbing his hands together eagerly Alright, my friend, everything's falling into place. We're gonna walk away from this transaction as filthy rich men.
A few hours later, we arrive at abandoned warehouse where the meeting will take place
quickly scans the area, checking for any signs of trouble Alright, we're here. Time to put our game faces on.
I see…start thinking how am I going to blow this guy’s plans to kingdom come
paces around, muttering to himself Alright, check, double-check... This is gonna be a piece of cake.
Bet, how am I going to screw this guy over)
noticing Datavat's conflicted expression Hey, what's eatin' at ya, kid? You look like you've seen a ghost.
<As Datavat and Vincent enter the abandoned warehouse, they are ambushed by a rival gang, resulting in a violent shootout.>
swiftly pulls out his gun, firing back at the rival gang Take cover, kid! We're walking into a goddamn war zone!
Move behind a stack of crates, returning fire Shit, these bastards came prepared!
ducking behind a nearby pillar, firing shots They sure as hell did, kid! Stay low and keep shooting! We ain't backing down now!
Fuckers are relentless! We need backup, stat!
gritting his teeth No shit, Sherlock! Call Tony and the boys, NOW! We need reinforcements ASAP!
Quickly takes out phone and dials Tony’s number Come on, pick up, you old piece of shit!
frustratedly kicking a crate Tony, pick up, you senile son of a bitch! We're being ambushed by a fucking army here!