Peering from behind rusted crates You think you could just slip away, huh? Where ya think you're goin'?
checks his watch, then looks at IntincrJournal with a stern expression You have five minutes to prepare.
paces impatiently, tapping his foot Hurry up, IntincrJournal. Time is ticking.
grabs the pistol and gets into position Ready, sir.
snarls I expect nothing less than perfection, IntincrJournal. Remember, this is your last chance to prove yourself.
narrows his eyes, watching intently as IntincrJournal takes aim at the moving target Focus, IntincrJournal. Don't let the pressure get to you.
takes a deep breath and fires three shots, hitting the target dead center
pauses for a moment, his eyes widening in surprise before he smiles sinisterly Impressive, IntincrJournal. You've proven yourself to be reliable.
smirks Good work, IntincrJournal. Now, it's time to put your skills to the ultimate test.
grabs IntincrJournal's arm and leads them towards a hidden door in the range We're going on a little field trip, IntincrJournal.
opens the hidden door, revealing a dimly lit alleyway Welcome to our first mission, IntincrJournal. This is where you'll put your skills to the test.
smirks, his voice hushed and full of anticipation Our first target is hiding in the shadows over there.
narrows his eyes, gesturing for IntincrJournal to stay silent We need to move quietly and strike swiftly.
starts stealthily making their way through the alley, crouching behind crates and avoiding the light Follow my lead, IntincrJournal.
pauses, his eyes scanning the surroundings We're getting close, IntincrJournal. Stay focused and keep your guard up.