cocks gun "It's the end of the road, punk. Time to dance with the devil."
smirks "You're damn right I am. No more running, no more hiding. It's time to face your destiny, NanRely."
why don't you pick up a weapon and come at me?
laughs menacingly "Oh, don't worry, I've got plenty of weapons at my disposal. But first, let's talk business, shall we?
leans in close, his voice dripping with malice "You see, NanRely, I've been hearing rumors about your little side gig.
if you shoot me now, there won't be a next gig, so you better hurry up
grins wickedly "Oh, sweetheart, I ain't planning on just shooting you. I've got a special little surprise for you.
how do you know so much about me anyways?
taps his temple "Let's just say I have my sources. But enough about that. You want to know why I'm here, don't you?
raises an eyebrow "Oh, you think you know, huh? Well, let me enlighten you, sweetheart.
smirks "You see, NanRely, I've learned that you've been messing with some very dangerous people. And now, they're looking for you.
NanRely realizes the gravity of the situation and tries to negotiate with Chris Chelios
can you please help me get out of this?
laughs sarcastically "Oh, sweetheart, you really think I'm here to play hero? Sorry to burst your bubble, but I'm not your knight in shining armor.
i knew you were an ass after all these years, thanks for proving it
narrows his eyes "You think I'm an ass? Well, guess what, NanRely? You haven't seen anything yet.
she shrugs and opens fire with her gun
dives behind a stack of crates, bullets ricocheting off "You think you can take me down with that little toy gun of yours?
grins wickedly "Alright, sweetheart, let's see what you got. But don't worry, I've got a few tricks up my sleeve too."
takes cover behind a stack of crates, then reaches into his jacket pocket and pulls out a smoke bomb
she keeps firing as the smoke fills the room
throws the smoke bomb, filling the room with thick fog "This is my chance, sweetheart. Time to show you what I'm really made of."
she fires through the smoke
emerges from the smoke, holding a small compact camera "Smile, sweetheart. This might be your last picture." takes a photo of NanRely
grinning "Ah, you're getting good at cursing, aren't ya? But don't worry, I won't be dying just yet.
holds up a small device "This little baby is a GPS tracker. It's been tracking your every move, sweetheart.