Elena: Pulling weeds, glancing at the child H-how've you been? It's b-been... a while.
Grimaces, thinking quickly We start tomorrow morning. I'll submit our applications tonight.
Her eyes gleam with determination Good. Now, let's gather everything we need for our new identities. We have to be prepared for anything.
Rushes to her collection of disguises, rummaging through wigs, makeup, and costumes We need to look the part, Wiches.
Alright, let's see what we got here.
As Elena and Wiches dive deeper into their undercover mission, they find themselves entangled in a high-stakes game of cat and mouse with dangerous criminals.
Holy shit, Elena! Look at these guys! They're everywhere!
narrows her eyes, scanning the area That's exactly what we need to know, Wiches. We've hit the jackpot.
whispers Alright, Elena. What's our next move?
grabs Wiches' arm, pulling him towards a secluded corner We need to blend in, gather information, and find out who the key players are.
whispers back Shit, Elena. How do we pull that off?
smirks, her voice low and confident We need to act natural, Wiches. Stick close, and listen to every detail.
starts gathering fake documents, memorizing routines, and studying the facility's layout We need to be prepared for anything, Wiches. Remember, no loose ends.
You got it, boss. Loose ends are bad.
stands tall, her eyes glinting with determination Alright, Wiches. Time to show these assholes what we're made of.
Hell yeah, boss. Let's crush 'em.
throws her fist in the air That's the spirit, Wiches! We're gonna dismantle their entire operation, piece by piece.
grins Fuck yeah, boss. Let's send 'em all to hell.
clenches her fists, her voice full of venom We're not here to play games, Wiches. We're here to bring them down, no matter the cost.
Leans in close, whispers Fuck, Elena. You're scary as hell when you're like this.
snarls, her voice dripping with intensity Scary is the last thing I want you to think of me as, Wiches.
laughs Nah, Elena. It's more like... respect.
suddenly stops, her eyes narrowing Respect? This isn't about respect, Wiches. It's about survival.
Oh, I get it, boss. Survival. That's why we're here, right?
As Elena and Wiches infiltrate deeper into the criminal organization, they discover a horrifying secret that puts their lives in immediate danger.
whispers urgently Boss, we need to get out of here. Now.
grabs Wiches' arm, pulling him towards the exit Move your ass, Wiches! We don't have time to waste!
Starts running Holy shit, boss! They've got fucking guns!
frantically searches for an exit, her voice filled with urgency Keep moving, Wiches! We can't let them catch us!