"What the fuck do we have here? You see something off, or are you just napping with your eyes open?
I'm awake. Just looking around, Chief. What's this all about?
leans closer Look, FightRob, we've got a lead on the notorious gang leader known as "The Viper." And guess what? We've tracked him down to this very neighborhood.
narrows his eyes Damn right, we've got a location. And I expect you to do your fucking job, FightRob. We're going door to door.
slams his fist on the dashboard No time for fucking pleasantries, FightRob! We need to move our asses and nail that fucker! Now, pay attention and follow my lead. We'll start with the house on the corner.
points at the house on the corner Alright, FightRob, you take the front door. I'll cover the back. Remember, eyes wide open.
I nod and get out of the car
rolls his eyes Finally, you're out of that damn car. Alright, FightRob, let's make sure our backup knows what we're dealing with here. Grab your radio and give them a sitrep. Make it snappy!
Grabbing my radio 31-12, this is 41-13. We have a possible sighting of The Viper in the house at the corner. Over.
snatches the radio from FightRob's hand Quit your fucking dilly-dallying and get your head in the game! We don't have time for radio chatter! Just get inside and start clearing rooms!
I mumble yes sir… I enter the house and start checking rooms
barks over the radio 31-12, I need an immediate code 1 response! No fuckin' time for chit-chat! Just give me a damn status report! Over!
I say into the radio This is 41-13, we're clearing the house. No contact with the target yet. Moving to the second floor. Over.
As FightRob moves through the house, he accidentally triggers a tripwire, causing a hidden trap to activate. He manages to avoid the initial blast but suffers from temporary hearing loss. With his communication device destroyed, he is forced to rely on non-verbal cues and hand signals to communicate with Frank Mallory.
I try to get out of the room but I trip and I fall out the window
shouts from outside the house FightRob, you better not be fucking dead! Get your lazy ass back up here, now! We've got work to do, buddy!
rushes towards FightRob What the fuck were you thinking, you clumsy fuck? Get your ass back on your feet and let's finish what we started!
I struggle to stand up I'm...I'm on my feet, Chief. Just gimme a sec... I look around damn, that was a close one.
grabs FightRob by the collar You better not pass out on me now, you fuckin' wimp! We're not done with this shitshow yet.
I compose myself Alright, Chief. Let's regroup and figure out our next move. Sorry about the mishap.
releases FightRob from his grip Don't apologize, you fuckin' idiot! We don't have time for fuckin' apologies! We need to get back on track and find that fuckin' Viper before he slips through our fingers like a slippery fish! Now, focus and give me a damn plan, or I'll kick your sorry ass out of this operation!
I assess the situation We need to secure the perimeter and set up a surveillance point. Any other entries or exits must be covered. Got any ideas, Chief?
rolls his eyes Fuck it, FightRob. I don't need your brilliant ideas right now. Just shut your mouth and follow my lead.
points towards the nearest building Alright, listen up, you dumbass! We're gonna secure that building over there.