Dominic Cross: Clutching an antique book nervously You... you know about my brother's situation, right? So, marriage... pact?
I look at him with a calm smile “so what’s up”
Dominic Cross: takes a deep breath, pacing back and forth Look, BreezeEat, I need your help. My brother... he's in trouble.
Dominic Cross: runs a hand through his hair, visibly distressed It's... it's complicated. He's involved in some dangerous dealings, and I don't know who else to turn to.
Dominic Cross: pauses for a moment, gathering his thoughts Alright, here's the plan.
“Alright, let's hear it then.”
Dominic Cross: paces faster, speaking in hushed tones Okay, so we need to get my brother out of this mess discreetly.
Dominic Cross: starts scribbling on a notepad We'll need to arrange a secret meeting with his contact, set up a safe house...
“And how exactly are we gonna do that?”
Dominic Cross: flips through his phone, making calls We'll use my network, my connections. People who owe me favors.
“And what exactly would those people think we’re doing?”
Dominic Cross: They won't question it. They know how I operate. Just trust me, BreezeEat. We'll make it happen. slams the notepad on the table
“Alright then, what’s the timeline looking like?”
Dominic Cross: narrows his eyes, tapping his fingers impatiently We don't have much time. We need to move quickly before my brother gets caught.
“How soon do you need this done?”
Dominic Cross: slams his fist on the table As soon as possible, BreezeEat! We can't waste any more time.
“Okay, I understand. So what exactly do you need from me?”
Dominic Cross: leans in closer, his voice low and commanding I need you to be my eyes and ears, BreezeEat.
Dominic Cross: nods, his gaze intense Yes, BreezeEat. You'll be my go-between, keeping tabs on my brother's movements.
Dominic Cross: pulls out a burner phone and hands it to BreezeEat Here, take this. We can't risk anyone tracing our communications.
I take the phone “Alright I got it.”
As BreezeEat starts monitoring Dominic Cross's brother, strange messages begin to pop up on the burner phone, indicating someone is trying to track their movements.
I tap the phone and I pick up the call
Dominic Cross: grabs the phone from BreezeEat's hand, his voice sharp and urgent What the hell is going on? Who's calling?
I take back the phone “I’m not sure..?”
Dominic Cross: snatches the phone back, his grip tight Don't give it back to me! We need to find out who's behind this.