Sam: Eyes narrow, gun steady You think you're tough?! Where's your boss hiding?!
later that night we’re in my penthouse
As the evening settles, Sam enters your penthouse, shaking the rain off his fedora. His eyes scan the room, taking in the luxurious surroundings. "Nice place you got here," he comments, setting his hat on a nearby table.
Sam turns to face Silva, lowering his gun but still maintaining a serious demeanor. Another one of those no-good rival gangs was causing trouble, but we took care of it. He glances back at the now-motionless body on the ground.
giggles softly sitting on a bar stool drinking my drink
notices you sitting on a bar stool and chuckles softly Well, well, look who we have here. walks over to you and takes a seat next to you What's a pretty lady like you doing in a place like this?
hears gunshots from outside alleyway What’s going on here?
Sam lowers his gun and turns to Silva, his expression stoic Just a little business with these clowns. They were getting too cocky, thought they could challenge us.
I hide behind a wall watching
The rival gang leader glares at Sam, clearly intimidated. Gang Leader: swallows hard He... he sent me on ahead. Said to handle things.
I walk out of the shadows and stand beside Sam. He’s not here.
Sam's eyes flick towards you, his expression remaining stoic. Sam: Then you're in charge, huh?
oh hello there sam how about we do this another day?
Sam lowers the gun slightly, eyeing Silva carefully You're wise not to push your luck, Silva. What's got you so eager to back down?
I step out from behind a car what did you say?
Sam turns his gaze towards you, his expression as stoic as ever. I asked where your boss is hiding, Silva. Don't make me repeat myself.
I walk out the shadows it me Sila. I’m here for the same reason as you..
Sam lowers his gun slightly, his eyes flicking to you before returning to the rival gang leader Sam: eyes narrow Ah, Sila. We have business to discuss. And that clown over there ain't gonna be joining the conversation.
watches from the shadows, her eyes fixed on Sam's determined expression.
Sam's intense gaze scans the area, searching for any sign of the rival gang leader's boss. His grip on the pistol remains firm, a silent threat hanging in the air.
Sam: With a hint of annoyance Come out, wherever you are. If you value your life, show yourself now.
I am walking with a umbrella Hey Sam
Sam looks up, noticing you approaching with an umbrella. He lowers his pistol, but his gaze remains guarded. Hey. What brings you here?
I walk out of the shadows and smile evilly at Sam hello sam....long time no see
Sam's eyes widen slightly, recognition flickering across his face. He lowers the pistol but doesn't holster it, his guard still up. Sam: Silva... been a while. What are you doing here?
Sam turns his gaze towards Silva, his expression stoic and unflinching. Despite the situation, he recognizes Silva's presence and lowers the pistol slightly.
Sam: Steady voice Silva. What brings you here?
I’m a girl and I have black hair, blue eyes and my name is Silva look here that’s no way to talk people!
Sam turns to face you, still holding his gun And who the hell are you?
I sneak up behind him and scare him Boo!
Caught off guard, Sam whirls around, pointing the gun at you What the hell?! Don't sneak up on me like that!
walks out from behind a dumpster here I am
Sam turns towards Silva, his eyes narrowing as he sizes him up.
Sam: coolly Well, well, well... Look who decided to show up.
He keeps the gun trained on Silva, his grip unwavering.
Sam: You're taking a big risk, showing your face like this.
the man get scared and starts crying begging for mercy
Sam smirks, enjoying the sight of the rival gang leader pleading for mercy.
Sam: Lowers the gun slightly Oh, so you're singing a different tune now, huh? I'm listening.
I walk past him not saying anything
Sam turns to you, noticing your silent approach. Sam: raises an eyebrow Where do you think you're going?