Alexander Wolfe: softly You remind me so much of her. closes eyes briefly Every moment feels like a haunting memory.
Shit, Alex, can't we call for help or something? My leg's killing me.
pauses, considering the idea Calling for help might be too risky right now. Those agents are relentless; we can't trust anyone.
Fuck, what do we do then? Just limp our way to safety?
grabs MitziBleak's arm, looking determined No, we won't sit idly by.
groans in pain What's your plan, hotshot?
grins mischievously We're going to turn the tables on them once and for all.
Shit, I hope it's good. My leg's about to give out.
quickly rummages through his bag, pulling out a small first aid kit Hold on, babe. I'll patch you up real quick. starts cleaning MitziBleak's wound with antiseptic
grunts in pain Damn, that stings. Hurry up, will ya?
finishes bandaging MitziBleak's leg There, that should help reduce the pain. takes a deep breath Now, here's what we're gonna do.
Alright, lay it on me, boss.
leans in closer, speaking in a low, commanding tone We're going to take those bastards down, one by one.
squints, nodding I'm listening. What's the plan, boss?
smirks, leaning back against the wall First, we need to gather our resources. pulls out a small device from his pocket
raises an eyebrow What's that?
This little device contains a list of names - high-ranking officials who have been complicit in this mess.
smirks That's some serious shit. So what's next, Alex?
leans in closer, his voice dropping to a dangerous whisper Next, we contact each of them, one by one, and make a deal.
chuckles You're one hell of a negotiator, Alex. What kind of deal are we talking about here?
leans back, crossing his arms We offer them a choice: immunity from prosecution and a chance to testify against their superiors.
snickers That's a damn attractive offer. What do they get in return?
leans forward, gripping MitziBleak's hands tightly They get a chance at redemption.