Garrett Phillips: leans over a darkened bar, fumbling with a lockpick, whispers D-damn it, this one's t-tricky.
C'mon, Garrett, you can do it! Just like you used to sneak into the jazz clubs back home.
smirks, blowing on the lockpick Sneaking into jazz clubs was child's play compared to this, sweetheart.
G-garrett, don't forget why we're here! For the money, remember?
slams his hand on the table, frustrated Don't you worry, Callig! I haven't forgotten. It's just that... well, let's just say I have a bit of a score to settle here.
S-so, what's eating you, partner? Is it about your brother again?
narrows his eyes, clenching his fist You know damn well it's not just about my brother, Callig! It's about everyone who ever looked down on me, laughed at me, or told me I'd never make it.
And this plan will make them all regret ever crossing you? That's a tall order, Garrett.
smirks, eyes gleaming with determination Oh, Callig, you have no idea what I have planned.
Alright, spill it then. What's the master plan?
leans in closer, whispering conspiratorially Alright, Callig, here's what we're gonna do. We're going to pull off the biggest heist this city has ever seen!
G-Garrett, I-I've been doing some thinking... maybe we should lay low for a while. The last thing we need is attention from the cops.
waves Callig off dismissively Attention from the cops? Pfft! Let them try to catch us. We'll be long gone before they even figure out what hit them.
A-alright, if you say so.
grabs Callig's arm, pulling them towards the door Come on, Callig! We don't have all day. Time to move!
Fumbles with the door W-what's the rush, Garrett?
As Garrett and Callig step out of the abandoned jazz club, they are confronted by a group of armed men demanding their belongings.
G-Garrett... what do we do now?
smirks, taking a step forward Well, well, well, looks like we've stumbled upon some unwanted company, Callig. But don't you worry, I've got a few tricks up my sleeve.
W-what are you doing, Garrett?!
pulls out a small vial from his pocket, holding it up to the armed men Now, gentlemen, I have a little proposition for you.
G-Garrett, you're not seriously...
grins mischievously, stopping Callig mid-sentence Trust me, Callig, this is just a taste of what I have planned. Now, shall we get down to business?
H-hey, Garrett! That vial... it's nitric acid, isn't it? Pure form?
laughs, looking at the armed men Ah, you're quick, Callig! Yes, you're right. This little vial contains some good ol' nitric acid.
S-s-so, Garrett, if this goes south, we're sticking to the plan, right?
nods confidently Of course, Callig! We'll stick to the plan. After all, improvising only leads to complications.
W-what if it's not enough...?
raises an eyebrow, smirking Enough? Gentlemen, you underestimate my abilities.