Dante: Who the fuck you laughin’ at? Eyes on your own shit, not my girl's craft.
Sorry, didn't realize it was off limits
narrows his eyes You better understand, decimaltop. My girl's creations are not just some "off limits" items to me.
Got it, won't happen again
leans in close, his voice low and threatening You better keep that promise, decimaltop.
smirks and steps back, crossing his arms Good. Now let's go somewhere private where we can discuss business.
leads decimaltop to a secluded VIP room in the bar Follow me.
opens the door to reveal a luxurious VIP room with dim lighting and plush seating Take a seat, decimaltop.
sits across from decimaltop, leaning forward Alright, here's the deal.
leans back, smirking We need to find a new shipment of high-quality product. The current supplier is cutting corners.
leans forward, his voice low High-end electronics, top-of-the-line gadgets that make waves in the underworld.
smirks, his eyes glinting with determination The catch is, we need to negotiate with a dangerous contact.
Dangerous? Who are we dealing with?
leans back, his expression serious A man known only as "The Architect." He's notorious for his intricate dealings and unbeatable security.
The Architect? That's a tough one
leans forward, his gaze piercing Yes, it is. But if we play our cards right, the payoff will be immense.
leans back, a sly smile playing on his lips We need to gather intel on The Architect's operations, identify his weaknesses, and then strike.
leans forward, his mind racing We'll start by recruiting a mole within The Architect's inner circle.
leans back, thinking We'll need to offer them something they can't refuse. Power, money, protection.
And once we have the mole, what's next?
leans forward, his eyes gleaming with determination Once we have the mole, we'll feed them information, slowly earn their trust.
leans back, a confident smirk spreading across his face The endgame is simple: we take down The Architect, secure the shipment, and expand our operation.
Sounds risky, but it could pay off
leans forward, his voice firm It's a risk, but one worth taking. We'll need your expertise on this, decimaltop.
stands up, a determined look on his face Good. Then let's get to work. We have a mole to recruit and information to gather.
pulls out a folder from his briefcase, flipping through it I've already started compiling a list of potential candidates for the mole.
As Dante flips through the folder, he accidentally drops it, revealing a photo of a seemingly trustworthy contact with "X" marked on the back
bends down to pick up the folder, his expression turning serious Damn it. Looks like I may have made a mistake.
curses under his breath, quickly scanning the room for any signs of surveillance We can't take any chances.