Coleman: whispering, fidgeting We gotta bust out, man. I got a plan, but we gotta be quick. You in?
As Coleman and Sanders make their way back home, they realize they are being followed by a group of armed men. They must find a way to evade capture and protect themselves.
he tells Coleman to get on his motorcycle
hops onto the motorcycle with a determined look Hang on tight, kid. We ain't letting these scumbags catch us.
revs the motorcycle, its engine roaring Hold on tight, kid. We're gonna blow these bastards away!
they speed away from the mafias
spits out Damn, that was too close! We need to find a safe place to lay low for a while. These mafias won't give up that easily.
quickly revs the motorcycle again, speeding towards an abandoned warehouse on the outskirts of town This should be good, kid.
says yeah but when we get there we see the mafias
quickly pulls out a hidden handgun from his jacket, his eyes focused and determined Hold on tight, kid. We ain't gonna let them catch us.
takes a deep breath, his grip tightening on the handgun Alright, kid, listen up. We're gonna have to take these mafias down.
nods, his voice filled with urgency First, we need to assess our options. Look around and see if there's anything we can use as a weapon.
says there isn't anything
scans the area, searching for any potential weapons or objects that could be used as a weapon Dammit, kid.
says I got a piece of glass
quickly grabs the piece of glass from Sanders, his hands steady despite the tension Good job, kid.
examines the piece of glass, testing its weight and sharpness Alright, kid. This will have to do for now.
whispers urgently Alright, kid. Here's the plan. We're gonna make a run for it, sticking close to the walls to avoid getting hit by their bullets.
takes a deep breath, his grip on the glass tightens Alright, kid. Stay close and follow my lead.
charges forward, brandishing the glass like a knife, shouting at the top of his lungs Get out of our way, you sorry bunch of thugs!
says some of them die and some of them are bleeding
quickly glances around, taking in the number of enemies left and their movements Good work, kid!
quickly scans the area, counting the remaining mafias Alright, kid, we've got maybe six of them left.