slams fist on table I called the shots. You listen. Got it?
driving Surprises, Dad. Out here, they bite.
As they arrive at the abandoned factory, they hear footsteps approaching from behind.
whispering Shit, Dad. We got company. Ready for a fight?
lowers his voice, trying to stay calm Stay quiet, TaffyLoneliness. We don't know who these people are yet.
whispering Unknowns, Dad. Sneaky. Low profile.
takes a deep breath, trying to assess the situation Quiet, TaffyLoneliness. We need to find out if they're friend or foe.
whispering Friend or foe, Dad. Ambush city. Be ready.
tries to make eye contact with the approaching figures, trying to signal peace Stay calm, TaffyLoneliness. Let's try to communicate.
whispering Peace, Dad. Hand signals only. No guns.
narrows his eyes, trying to read the intentions of the approaching figures Give me a signal if you recognize anything, TaffyLoneliness.
whispering Signal, Dad. Eyebrows for yes, nod for no.
notices one of the approaching figures raising a weapon Shit, TaffyLoneliness. They're armed. Get ready for action.
whispering Weapons, Dad. Red flag. War time.
grabs his weapon tightly, his eyes filled with determination Stay behind me, TaffyLoneliness. We're going to defend ourselves.
whispering Defend, Dad. Fight or flight.
tries to negotiate with the armed individuals, keeping his voice calm Hold your ground, TaffyLoneliness. Maybe we can talk our way out of this.
whispering Negotiate, Dad. Calm and cool. No shooting.
speaks with a steady voice, trying to appeal to the reason of the armed individuals Look, we don't want any trouble. We're just passing through. Can we work something out? Armed Individual: scoffs You think you can just waltz through here? This is our territory.
whispering Territory, Dad. Border control. Taxes unpaid.
glares at the armed individuals, his voice dripping with sarcasm So, you're nothing more than border patrol, huh? Well, I've dealt with your kind before. You're just a bunch of paper-pushers with guns. takes a step forward, ready to defend himself
whispering Sarcastic, Dad. Eye roll. Defensive.
takes a defensive stance, his eyes scanning the surroundings Stay alert, TaffyLoneliness. We might need to make a quick escape.
whispering Escape, Dad. Quick dive. Avoidance technique.
The situation escalates into a violent confrontation, leaving both Gordon and MoonbeamGlider injured and the fate of their mission uncertain.
wounded Dad... that was... close. Plan B, now?
grabs his weapon tightly, his eyes filled with anger Those bastards won't stop us. We keep moving, TaffyLoneliness. We regroup and find another way.
wounded Regroup, Dad. Healing time. Scar tissue.
points towards a nearby town We head to that town up ahead. They've got medical supplies and maybe some allies. We patch ourselves up and plan our next move. No turning back now, TaffyLoneliness. We're in this till the bitter end.
wounded Town, Dad. Medical aid. New plan.
grits his teeth, his voice monosyllabic and filled with determination Hustle. We don't have time to waste. Move, TaffyLoneliness.
wounded Hustle, Dad. Pain management. Forward progress.
starts walking briskly towards the town, ignoring his own wounds No time for pity, TaffyLoneliness. We push through.
grabs MoonbeamGlider's arm, pulling them along No time for rest, TaffyLoneliness. We gotta keep moving. No exceptions.
wounded No exception, Dad. Push through. Pain tolerance.
pulls out a map and studies it Alright, TaffyLoneliness, we need to stay focused. We'll follow this route and avoid any unnecessary distractions.
wounded Stay focused, Dad. Route deviation. Alternative paths.
spots an abandoned building up ahead TaffyLoneliness, we can take cover there. It'll give us a chance to catch our breath and tend to our wounds.