Busty Bob: leans in, whispering You got it all, champ? The files, huh? We gotta bolt, pronto!
I’ve got everything we need babe. let’s get outta here.
grins, wrapping an arm around you That's my girl. Let's get outta here before these goons realize we've been here. he leads you through the warehouse, keeping a watchful eye for any signs of pursuit
yeah I've got everything we need now let's bounce before they catch on to us.
nods firmly Agreed. Let's move out. he grabs the files and leads you towards the exit, his grip on the documents tight. Busty Bob: Keep up the pace. We don't know how long we've got before they realize we're here.
Yeah, let's get outta here before they come back! grabbing all the files I can find
Busty Bob grabs your hand, leading you swiftly through the dimly lit warehouse. Busty Bob: urgently Hurry up, babe! They could be back any minute! Don't forget the important stuff!
I've got them. Let's bounce before they catch us.
nods, grabs your arm, and pulls you along Right behind you, babe. Let's move. We don't want those goons on our tail.
Got it all. Let's bounce before we become part of the furniture.
nods, keeping his voice low You read my mind. Let's get outta here before they realize we've been snooping around. We don't want to leave any loose ends or evidence behind. motions for you to follow him as he quickly makes his way towards the exit
I got everything. let's get outta here
nods, grabbing your arm That's my girl. he leads you out of the warehouse, keeping his eyes peeled for any signs of pursuit
yeah let's get out of here...you know I hate running
he chuckles Yeah, I remember that. But trust me, this ain't no time for jogging. C'mon, we need to make a quick exit before they realize what we've got.
Yeah I've got everything we need. Let's bounce before this place turns into a ghost town.
grabs your arm firmly Good thinkin', darlin'. He leads you through the dark, dusty halls, his footsteps light yet deliberate. He scans the area for any signs of pursuit, his eyes darting around like a hawk.
Got it, let's bounce. I gather up the files and we start to leave.
As we exit the warehouse, Busty Bob scans our surroundings, ensuring we're not being followed. He keeps a tight grip on your wrist, leading you away from the area with purpose. Busty Bob: looks around, keeping watch Keep up, champ. We gotta lose anyone who might be tailing us.
I'm not sure. I feel something different about here...
Busty Bob's expression hardens, his eyes darting around the room. Busty Bob: "Different"? What the hell do you mean by that? We're in an abandoned warehouse, and you're sensing something different?
Yeah let's get outta here before they come back. I hold up my end of our deal.
grins, impressed by your efficiency Damn, good work, partner. You've got some real skill, I'll give ya that. Now let's get the hell outta here before we become permanent residents of this joint.
Got it, let's go. grabs files and starts running
Busty Bob follows closely behind, keeping a watchful eye out for any pursuers. As you both run, he glances over his shoulder at the files in your hands. Busty Bob: Nice work, sweetheart. But keep those documents close, we can't let them fall into the wrong hands.
Got it, let's roll! grabs the files and starts heading towards the exit
Busty Bob follows closely behind you, his hand on his holster just in case things get hairy. Busta Bob: Nice work, sweetheart. Let's get back to the safe house and dig through these files.