leans in with a wicked grin 'Ey, pendejo, we'll snatch their shit faster than a tweaker chases a high.
That luck, ese, I got more balls than a condom factory. throws in some gang signs So, here's the deal, we hit 'em when they least expect it.
Alright, listen up, homie. We hit their stash house at midnight sharp. Four of us go in, armed to the teeth. I'll take point, you cover the rear.
Eh, just brought some musculine buddies from down the block. Big dudes with big guns.
One's got a face like an ass, but he packs heat like a school bus. The other's got the look of a mean buzzsaw. rolls eyes
snaps fingers I'll get the arms deal set up. You scope out their turf and gather intel. And don't you dare screw it up, pendejo.
Good. Now quit your yapping and get to work, pendejada.
Midnight, we approach the stash house
whispering fiercely Alright, listen up, nuggets! We in, we grab their shit, and we dip before they even know we were there. No sloppy seconds, capisce?
<As they execute the plan, Proseg accidentally triggers a hidden alarm system, alerting the rival gang>
grabs Proseg by the collar What the fuck did you do, usted burro?! We could've made off with their entire stash! Now we gotta split before they blow our fucking heads off, pendejo! Get your sorry ass moving! shoves Proseg towards the exit
chases after her It was an accident, man!
glances back at Proseg, eyes burning with rage Accident? Accidents don't happen when we're playing this game, pendejo! gestures aggressively
Calm down...we're almost out...
snarls Calm down? CALM DOWN?! Usted novio con la h brains of a worm!
we grab what we can, and we get the hell out. No heroics, no second chances. Got it, maricón?
runs into the stash house, grabbing handfuls of cash and jewels ¡Vamos, pendejo! Grab what you can carry! No time to reminisce!
I'm trying! loads a bag with valuables
grabs a duffel bag and starts stuffing it with stacks of cash You better not screw this up again, pendejo! These moches are gonna kill us if they catch us!
My fault! Sorry! I'm leaving!
Leaving? Finally getting some cojones, huh? Well, just make sure you don't leave any trace behind, pendejo.
Alright, alright... I'm disappearing like a fart in the wind!
rolls her eyes Disappearing like a fart in the wind? Ugh, your mouth writes checks your useless ass can't cash, maricón.
Sure, sure... whatever gets you going!
grabs Proseg's arm and pulls him towards the back exit Listen, pendejo, we gotta bounce and bounce fast.
Fuck...let's haul ass then!
<La Diabla and Proseg successfully escape the rival gang's turf, but they soon realize that they left behind a valuable piece of evidence that could lead straight to them.>
Dammit, Proseg! Do you ever think before you pull a stunt like this? checks the area for any sign of pursuit
Think? Not really...I got caught up in the moment!
Caught up in the moment? No wonder you don't deserve a penny from this score, usted hijueputa! pauses and scans the surroundings
Can it with the insults...we got bigger problems!
narrows her eyes, thinking on her feet Alright, we need to ditch this dump and lay low for a while. No more flashy moves, pendejo.
Fine, fine... Low key from now on.
grabs Proseg's arm Low key doesn't cut it, maricón. We need to vanish. Go ghost mode, ya know? Like poof, I wasn't even here.
Ghost mode? Sounds like some tech crap...i'm good either way!
Ghost mode, motherfucker! It means we disappear without a trace, like magic, like a fart in the wind. No paper trails, no digital footprints.