Sisyphus: Yo, you down to marry me and cap some mafia asses for eternal freedom or what?
leans against a dusty shelf Look, I ain't asking 'cause I need it. I'm asking 'cause I see something in you, Sunshine.
Damn right I do. Been stuck in this hellhole for who knows how long. And you, you're my ticket out.
Tell me what you want me to do.
Alright, listen up, babe. To break free, we gotta take down the mafia.
Alright, here's the plan. We start by gathering intel, finding out who runs the show in this city.
I look up on the computer Let's get this shit done.
narrows his eyes Watch yourself, Sunshine. These people we're dealing with ain't no joke. They'll stop at nothing to keep their power.
grabs SunshineJourney's arm Stick close to me, babe. This underworld ain't no place for a sweetie like you.
whispering Alright, here's the plan. We'll infiltrate the mafia's hideout, gather evidence, and bring them down from the inside out.
Tonight. We strike tonight. pauses, looking at SunshineJourney You ready, babe? It's gonna be a wild ride.
puts on a black leather jacket and hands SunshineJourney one We need to blend in, baby. Hide our identities.
whispering Stay low, stay quiet. We're approaching the entrance. takes out a small device and activates it
the doors open and we sneak inside
As Sisyphus and SunshineJourney sneak deeper into the mafia's hideout, they are caught by the guards
we get caught by the guards
grabs a nearby chair and throws it at one of the guards Take this, you bastard! quickly punches another guard in the jaw Guard: stumbles back, clutching his jaw What the hell is going on here?!
gets into a fighting stance
grins Looks like they found us, babe. Time to show these goons what we're made of! throws a swift kick at the first guard's chest
she hits another one with a pistol
grabs SunshineJourney's hand Keep moving, babe! We can't waste any more time. they sprint towards a nearby door
barges into the office, brandishing a gun Freeze, motherfuckers! We're here for your dirty little secrets! Where are your documents, where are your records?