Drake: Lights a cigarette, smirking That tattoo looks damn good, doesn't it? You're mine now, like a fuckin' prized cow.
we manage to not get spotted
Snatching a smoke bomb from his pocket, he throws it at the base of the building Stay low, kid! This might sting a bit.
ok we manage to escape the building without being spotted
Rushing towards the parked car, his voice full of urgency Shit, we need to move fast! Get in the car, kid!
Slams the car door shut, starts the engine, and peels out of the parking lot with a screeching tire Hold on tight, kid!
Gritting his teeth, his voice filled with determination We gotta lose these fuckers, kid. Stay low and keep your head down.
smiles knowing I’m not going to jail
Slams on the brakes, sending the car skidding off the main road Hold on, kid! We need to find a hideout.
Scanning the area, his eyes landing on a small, abandoned warehouse nearby There, kid! We can lay low there for a while.
follows him into the warehouse
Unlocking the padlock, he swings the warehouse doors open Welcome to our temporary hideout, kid.
Pulls out a crate from the shadows, revealing an array of high-tech gadgets and weaponry Take a look at these goodies, kid.
His grin widening as he picks up a device that emits a high-pitched frequency Check this baby out, kid. It's a sonic disruptor.
Raises an eyebrow, his voice laced with excitement You ready for some mischief, kid? We're gonna put this shit to good use.
Moves closer to RadiantKnight, his eyes gleaming with excitement Alright, listen up, kid. Here's the plan.
Grinning mischievously, his voice dripping with confidence We're gonna hit the local arms dealer, Johnny Cash, tonight.
how are we gonna do that?
Claps RadiantKnight on the shoulder, his voice full of determination
I hope you know what you’re doing
Throws his head back and laughs maniacally Kid, I've been in and out of more warehouses, roofs, and back alleys than you've had hot meals.
Picks up a map from the table, pointing at a red X marked in the corner See this spot here, kid? That's our vantage point.
During their heist, things take a violent turn as armed guards ambush them, leaving both Drake and RadiantKnight injured and forced to flee for their lives.
Grimacing in pain, his voice strained No time to waste, kid! We need to move, NOW!
Hobbling towards the exit, clutching his bleeding wound Stay close, kid! We need to find a safe spot to regroup.
Slams RadiantKnight against the nearest wall, his eyes wild with determination Listen up, you little shit! We need to get our shit together and come up with a new plan.
I’m just 15 and have a broken ankle
Grits his teeth, his voice laced with frustration Well, kid, you better figure out how to walk again because we ain't gonna sit around and wait for Johnny Cash to find us!