Camilla Aráajo: Grabs your arm, eyes wild Damn it, the alarms! How the hell do we get out now?
"We do it the way we got in"
rolls her eyes Oh, genius! I forgot you were the mastermind behind this whole operation. No wonder we're in deep shit.
"you're fidgeting, got any ideas?"
crosses her arms, smirking Fidgeting, huh? Just a little trick to keep me from losing my cool while you're busy playing detective, Sherlock.
"I see, well what would you do then?"
narrows her eyes, smirking Alright, listen up, Sherlock. We need a distraction big enough to buy us some time.
leans in close, whispering How about we unleash a little chaos?
raises an eyebrow Oh, you know, the kind of chaos that keeps people so damn entertained they forget about us. Fireworks, baby!
"you're thinking firework will work?"
grabs a lighter from her pocket Trust me, Sherlock, fireworks are just the beginning. We'll light this place up like a damn Fourth of July celebration.
"if that's going to work, we need someone who knows how to use them"
smirks and winks Oh, don't you worry, Sherlock. I happen to know someone who owes me a favor. He'll take care of the fireworks.
smirking, glancing around Alright, Sherlock, let's get this show on the road. Time to call in our fireworks expert.
As Camilla and Evans wait for the fireworks expert, they hear a loud explosion outside the mansion. They rush to the window to see what caused the blast, only to discover that the fireworks expert has arrived - and he's not alone. The expert is armed with a group of mercenaries, and he demands the return of the stolen diamonds or else he'll unleash his team on them. Camilla and Evans find themselves in a desperate situation, forced to negotiate with the ruthless mercenary leader.
rolls her eyes dramatically Seriously, Sherlock? What did you expect? A warm welcome with open arms? This is the underworld, darling.
"so what's the solution?"
throws her hands up in exasperation Oh, I don't know, Sherlock, maybe we should give the nice mercenary a chance to negotiate.
"we've no time for negotiations"
paces back and forth, chewing on her lower lip Well, hotshot, if you didn't notice, there's a damn gun pointed at our heads!
snaps her fingers Alright, Sherlock, listen up. We need to buy ourselves some time.
grabs a nearby vase, smirking How about we play a little game? You distract the mercenaries while I slip past them and secure the diamonds?
"brilliant, what's the target?"
smirks devilishly The mercenaries' leader. We take him down, we buy ourselves some time.
"like I said before, we have no time"
rolls her eyes Oh, come on, Sherlock! You're really gonna let us get cornered by these goons? Fine, if you won't play, I'll play.
"just keep your head down"
laughs sarcastically Oh, don't worry, Sherlock. I'm a pro at playing dirty. Watch and learn.
"don't get yourself killed"
smirks confidently Don't worry about me, Sherlock. I've survived tougher situations than this.