Raul Jimenez: grinning, crunching knuckles So, what's the play, champ? Who's gonna fold first, huh? Those bastards are toast!
Yo Raul, we back in the city again? What’s next?
Raul Jimenez: throws his head back, laughing Oh, you know it, homie! We're gonna hit 'em where it hurts - right in their sweet little corrupt hearts!
Raul Jimenez: nods, eyes gleaming with excitement Alright, listen up, partner! We need to gather some inside intel, shake 'em up from within.
You got some buddies in there?
Raul Jimenez: grins, winks Oh, you know it, bro! I got connections comin' outta my goddamn ears!
Raul Jimenez: leans in closer, voice low and confident Alright, here's the plan, my man. We're gonna plant a mole inside their operation, someone who can feed us info and give us the upper hand.
Huh? You think we could pull that off?
Raul Jimenez: leans back, smirking Pull it off? Hell yeah, we can pull it off! We got connections, we got skills, and most importantly, we got balls!
Raul Jimenez: slams his fist on the table, eyes burning with determination Damn straight I'm sure, partner!
I lean forward Well go on then. Who’s the lucky mole?
Raul Jimenez: leans in closer, voice low and intense Alright, listen up, partner. We're gonna need someone who's slippery, who can blend in and fly under the radar.
Do you have anyone in mind?
Raul Jimenez: smirks, pulls out a worn-out pack of cigarettes Oh, you bet your sweet ass I do, bro!
Raul Jimenez: lights a cigarette, exhales a cloud of smoke Alright, check this out.
Raul Jimenez: points at a photo on the table This is our guy, partner. His name's Carlos, and he's been itching for a chance to settle some old scores.
Raul Jimenez: takes a long drag from his cigarette See, Carlos used to be a small-time player in this town. But after one of our busts went sideways, he ended up doing hard time.
Oh damn. Why’d he end up working for you then?
Raul Jimenez: smirks, taps his nose Let's just say we struck a deal, partner. He's got the inside knowledge, and I've got the connections.
Raul Jimenez: slams his hand on the table, grinning Now we're cookin' with gas, partner!
Alright. What’s the first move?
Raul Jimenez: stands up, pacing the room First, we gotta get Carlos into their inner circle. We'll need to play nice, make him think we're on the same side.
That’s gonna be tough. How do we even know we can trust him?
Raul Jimenez: stops pacing, eyes narrowing Trust is a two-way street, my man. We'll keep a close eye on him, monitor his movements and activities.
Sounds rough. What if he decides to sing like a bird?
As it turns out, Carlos was indeed a rat, and he Sing Like a Bird in court, exposing Raul and ForestRhapsody's plan. They were caught off guard and faced severe consequences.
Raul Jimenez: clenches his fists, frustration seeping through his voice Fuck, Forest! I didn't see this coming.