Drakel: "Power's out! This ain't no accident. Stay down!"
“Maybe we should call it a night, the power going out isn’t exactly my thing.”
grabs a flashlight and starts searching the room for any signs of intruders "We can't just call it a night.
Why not? The power’s out. What’s the point of having all this money if we don’t enjoy it? Let’s go to bed, babe.
narrows his eyes, voice filled with urgency "Vargas, I've survived shipwrecks and wars, I'm not about to let some petty sabotage ruin our empire.
Babe, it’s late. I’m tired. Besides, we have a plane to catch in the morning.
snaps "I don't care about the damn plane! This could be a setup, a trap! Do you understand?"
Trapped by who… our hotel staff?
scoffs "Our hotel staff? More like an inside job! Think about it, Vargas. Who benefits from taking us out?
My father. But why would he set a fire in our room?
pauses, thinking quickly "Look, Vargas, your father may be a rival, but he's too calculating to make a move like this.
That’s not his style, okay… so who else might want us dead?
paces back and forth, narrowing his eyes "That's what we need to find out, Vargas. We have to stay alert, gather information.
Hmm… well, we can start by finding out if anyone else was on our floor during the blackout.
grabs his phone and starts making calls "I'll get our people on it. We need to find out who's behind this before it's too late."
“Babe, I hate to break it to you, but it sounds like you already know who’s behind this.”
As Drakel and Vargas investigate the blackout, they uncover a web of deceit involving Vargas's own father, leading to a dangerous confrontation where their loyalty and survival skills are put to the ultimate test.
“Dad wants to keep the family legacy going, but you’re always getting into trouble, and now you’re pregnant. You’re a liability at this point.”
clenches his fists, eyes burning with determination "Vargas, listen to me. We can't trust anyone in this city anymore.
grabs Vargas by the shoulders, his voice low and urgent "There's a mole, Vargas. Someone within our own ranks.
A mole? Shit, Drakel, how did you figure that out?
leans in closer, his voice barely above a whisper "It's simple, Vargas. They kept feeding us false information, trying to manipulate us.
swallows hard Jesus, Drakel... So, what now? We can't just sit here and wait for them to make their next move.
grabs Vargas by the arm, leading them towards the door "We need to confront them head-on, Vargas. We can't let them control the narrative anymore.