"What the fuck do we have here? This blood pattern... you seeing what I'm seeing?"
turns attention to the road
As they drive away, SnowBurnt notices a suspicious figure watching them from the shadows.
whispers Damn it, kid. Looks like we've got company.
slams on the brakes, eyes wide with adrenaline Hold on tight, kid! Looks like we've got ourselves a damn chase scene!
reaches for the gun in the holster
revs the engine, gripping the steering wheel tightly No way we're letting that piece of shit escape!
aims the gun at the hooded man
narrows his eyes, gripping the gun tightly You better not fuck this up, kid! Make your shot count!
leans out of the window, shouting triumphantly That's it, kid! Nice shot! Take that, you son of a bitch!
the hooded man stumbles and falls
laughs loudly, fist pumping the air Yes! Nice shot, kid! Looks like we've got ourselves a winner!
smirks, pointing at the flashlight Good idea, kid. Let's go check out our new friend and see who he belongs to.
grabs the torch and shines it on the man's face
leans in close, examining the man's face Well, well, well. Look at you, all beaten up and shit. Who the hell are you, huh?
listens for an answer but finds none
checks the man's pockets and finds a hidden ID card Ha! Gotcha, you slimy bastard! Looks like you're not so street-smart after all, eh? So, who's your boss, huh?
quickly reads the ID card "Raven Miller"? What the fuck? This guy's got a reputation for being one of the most dangerous criminals in the city.
throws the ID card onto the dashboard, frustration evident in his voice Well, damn, kid. Looks like we've stumbled upon some real trouble here.
puts a hand on SnowBurnt's shoulder Hey, kid, don't panic. We've dealt with worse before, haven't we? This is just another twist in the road.