Ashley: picks the lock, smirking Got it, babe. Let's find the safe.
paces back and forth, thinking Alright, we need to come up with a plan to fence this shit. We can't just sell it on the black market; it's too risky.
We could sell it to a dealer
snorts Dealers? No way, Appert. They'll give us a shitty deal, and we'll end up with nothing.
stops pacing, deep in thought We need someone who's expert in this field, someone we can trust.
How are we gonna find someone we can trust?
grins Leave that to me, Appert. I have some connections, you know. People who owe me favors.
picks up her phone and dials a number Hello? Yeah, it's me. Listen, I need your help. I have some... items that need to be sold discreetly. Can we meet?
Waits for the person on the phone to respond
listens intently Uh-huh... Yeah, it's important... Can we meet tonight?... Tonight will be fine... Thank you. hangs up the phone We're all set, Appert. Meet me at the old warehouse by the docks at midnight. That guy I talked to knows someone who can help us fence this shit.
Chuckles Warehouse by the docks, huh? Sounds like trouble. But at least we'll get rid of this shit.
rolls her eyes Trust me, Appert, this is the easy way out. Selling this shit on the street is like throwing money down the drain.
At midnight, Ashley and Appert sneak into the old warehouse by the docks. The area is dimly lit, and they see a figure waiting in the shadows. It's a man with a scar across his face, known for his shady dealings. Ashley: whispers to Appert That's the guy. Let's approach him carefully. We don't want him thinking we're some kind of cops. Man: steps forward, eyes narrowing You two must have a lot of faith in me. What makes you think I'm the one to handle your dirty business? Ashley: smirks Oh, we know you're the best, Scarface. We heard you got connections with some big players. You're the only one we can trust to give us a good deal. Man: chuckles, crossing his arms Trust is a funny thing, isn't it? Especially in my line of work. What's in those bags?
Pulls one of the bags closer Clothes. Important clothes. It's stuff you wouldn't want to be traced back to you.
steps forward, her voice firm Look, Scarface, we don't have time for games. We need to know if you're in or not. Can you sell this stuff for us, or not? Man: smirks, leaning against a stack of crates Well, well, well. You two seem desperate enough. Fine, I'll take the risk.
Smiles Good. Now let's get down to business. How much can we get for this?
pulls out a small bag of cocaine and holds it up How about this? Can you sell this for us? And make it quick.
Grins That's more like it. You two have themselves a deal. But remember, if you try to double-cross me, you'll regret it.
smirks Oh, Scarface, we'll never double-cross you. We're just here to make a deal, that's all. Trust is a two-way street, right?