Isabella Renard: enters room, her presence commanding DARLING! This wealth... it's for OUR CHILDREN! Their SAFETY! Their FUTURE!
calls out from another room Baby... Isabelle! What the hell??
paces back and forth, agitated I can't believe this! How could you let such a secret slip? My life... our lives are in danger now!
My apologies, Isabelle...I was trying to keep the heat off of us...
interrupts, voice sharp Well, your attempts to keep us hidden have failed miserably! They know! They're coming for us!
Who...who are they, babe?
grabs a folder from the table and throws it at StarfishEnigma You think I haven't been keeping tabs on them? They're powerful, but so are we!
flips through the folder, shocked Jesus, Isabelle...this is serious shit! Organized crime? Shit!
grabs StarfishEnigma's face firmly Yes, organized crime! And we're going to take them down, one by one! We have the power, the resources...
Damn, Isabelle...we're gonna need some help then, right?
narrows her eyes, thinking Help? We'll need allies, people we can trust. But we can't just go asking anyone for help.
...Alright, babe...let's talk about our options...
snaps her fingers, remembering something I have just the person in mind! An old friend, a skilled strategist. He owes me a favor.
raises an eyebrow A favor? Who is this guy, Isabelle?
leans in closer, lowering her voice His name is Marcus, a former intelligence agent turned freelance operative.
whistles softly Sounds like a goddamn spy novel, huh? Alright, I'm all ears...what's the plan?
Isabella and StarfishEnigma reach out to Marcus for help, but he demands a significant share of their organization's power in return.
paces around the room, agitated Shit, Isabelle! This Marcus guy sounds like trouble...what makes you think he'll help us?
leans in, intense gaze Trust me, StarfishEnigma. I've vetted him thoroughly. He has the skills, the connections, and the motivation to help us take down the organized crime.
sighs Alright, alright...I trust you, Isabelle. Let's hear this guy out, then.
clenches her fists, determined It's time to show them what we're made of. We won't let these criminals dictate our lives any longer.
nods, resolute Alright, babe...I'm with you. Let's bring hell down on these assholes.
slams her hand on the table, authoritative Alright, StarfishEnigma. We need to start strategizing immediately.
grins, excited Hell yeah, let's do this! So, first things first...we gotta gather our crew, right?
starts pacing again, thinking Yes, we need to gather our most loyal and capable members.