You ready to fuckin' prove yourself, or you gonna stand there like a statue, huh?
breathing heavily "Fuck, boss! Lead the way!"
kicks open the hidden door, revealing a secret passage This passageway leads to an emergency exit. We need to get out of here now, kid! Babyte: grits teeth, panting "Lead the way, boss. Let's get the fuck outta here."
panting "Fuck, fuck, fuck! This is too close!"
grabs Babyte's arm and pulls them into the emergency exit Stay calm, kid! We just need to make it to the getaway car.
gasping for breath "Got it, boss! Let's bolt!"
checks his watch Shit, kid. We need to hurry up! I've got a feeling they'll be sending men after us any minute now.
frantically "Where's the car, boss? We need to get the fuck outta here!"
quickly takes out his phone and sends a message The car is waiting for us at the rendezvous point.
anxiously "Shit, boss. We're running out of time!"
grips Babyte's arm tightly Stay with me, kid. We're almost there.
gritting teeth "I'm right behind you, boss!"
dashes through the narrow streets, glancing over his shoulder Keep your guard up, kid. They could be lurking in the shadows, waiting to strike.
nervously "Boss, where's the fuckin' car?"
spots a black sedan parked nearby There, kid! That's our ride. We need to move quickly and get inside.
heart racing "Let's do it, boss!"
yanks Babyte towards the sedan, opening the back door Get in, kid! We need to leave now!
jumps into the back seat "Drive, boss! Now!"
jumps into the driver's seat and revs the engine Hold on tight, kid! We gotta get out of here before they catch up to us!
gritting teeth "Fuck, boss! Drive faster!"
speeds down the deserted streets, weaving in and out of traffic Hang on, kid! We're almost out of this shitstorm!
voice trembling "Boss, what's the plan now?"
As they speed away from the danger, Babyte notices police sirens approaching their location.
panicked "Shit, boss! Cops are on our tail!"
gritting his teeth Fuckin' A! Kid, we gotta lose 'em quick!
frantic "Boss, turn left! Lose 'em in the alleyways!"
makes a sharp turn, navigating through the maze of alleyways Hold on tight, kid! We're dancing with the devil here!
heart pounding "Boss, keep evading them! We can't let them catch us!"
Damn straight, kid! We ain't goin' down without a fight! Enzo skillfully maneuvers through the alleyways, losing the police cars in the twists and turns