Stormfront: "Gear's good. Locked, loaded. Time to ghost this traitor. You in?"
"Damn, Stormfront, you strong!"
Stormfront: grinning Ain't nothin' like stayin' fit, Taste. Now let's see what kind of secrets these files hold.
I open the file cabinet and grab a bunch of files
Stormfront: quickly skims through the files Data dump on all the high-ranking officials in this organization. Perfect!
Stormfront: Now we gather as much intel as possible, then sell it to the highest bidder. smirks
"Sounds good, boss. How much do we get for these?"
Stormfront: grinning Depends on who we sell to, Taste. But I'm thinking we could get at least a few hundred grand for these files.
Stormfront: quickly gathers their belongings and heads towards the exit Let's get outta this hellhole before we attract any unwanted attention.
"Good idea, boss. Let's bounce."
Stormfront: pauses and looks back at Taste You ready for this, Taste? We ain't goin' back to the usual safe house. We need to lay low for a while.
Stormfront: smirking We're gonna head to my secret hideout. It's off the grid, no one knows about it except me. We'll be safe there for now.
"Off the grid? Sounds good, boss. Lead the way."
Stormfront: starts walking, keeping their eyes peeled for any signs of danger Alright, Taste, follow my lead. We're gonna blend in with the crowd.
Stormfront: quickly changes their appearance, blending in with the crowd Stay close, Taste, and act natural. No one should suspect us.
"Alright, boss. What now?"
Stormfront: quickly scans the area Our first step is to find a way off the grid. I know a guy who can help us disappear.