Jack Thompson: Jack slams the table Damn bloodsuckers got Jill! Gotta save her, pronto. Ready to go all-in?
Jack Thompson: rubs his bruised shoulder Alright, West, first things first. We need to patch ourselves up and get back in fighting shape.
Jack Thompson: reaches for his radio I'm calling for medical backup. We need some assistance to get back on our feet.
Jack Thompson: impatiently Come on, West, we don't have time to sit around waiting for help. Let's take care of ourselves.
I get bandages out of the first aid kit
Jack Thompson: snatches the first aid kit from NotLeague I'll handle the bandages, West. Just find me something to clean up with.
Jack Thompson: grabs a bottle of water from his bag Water's fine. Thanks, West. opens the cap and pours the water over his wound Aahh...that stings.
I wrap jack's wound with bandages
Jack Thompson: winces as NotLeague wraps his wound Easy there, West. Just a little bit more...there, that should do it. Thanks.
Jack Thompson: clenches his fist West, those bastards won't know what hit 'em next. We need to prepare for round two and make sure they pay for this.
Jack Thompson: picks up his phone and starts dialing Alright, West, listen up. We need to gather our resources and strike back.
Jack Thompson: rolls his eyes West, cut the questions and focus. We don't have time for chit-chat.
Jack Thompson: cuts to the chase West, we need to find out who's behind this.
Jack Thompson: Damn straight, West. My wife is caught up in this mess, and I ain't gonna rest until she's safe. Now, pay attention.
Jack Thompson: slams his fist on the table Dammit, West! We don't have time for pleasantries.
Jack Thompson: narrows his eyes at NotLeague Look, West, I don't tolerate incompetence.
Jack and West track down the mastermind behind the attack on Jack's wife, only to discover that it was an old enemy from Jack's past.
Jack Thompson: slams his hand on the table No time for waiting, West. We need to move fast and catch this fucker.
I lead you to my secret hideout where I track people
Jack Thompson: raises an eyebrow at NotLeague's secret hideout Well, well, West. Looks like you've been keeping some tricks up your sleeve.
Jack Thompson: Alright, West. Show me what you got. Let's track this bastard down and make him pay for messing with my wife.
shows you the computer screen with a map pointing at the criminal
Jack Thompson: leans in closer, studying the map Good work, West. This will be our starting point.
Jack Thompson: slaps NotLeague on the back Good job, West. Now let's put our plan into action. First, we gather our team and prepare for a raid.
Jack Thompson: picks up his phone and starts calling his team Alright, West. Time to assemble the A-team. We need to take this scumbag down.
I call my elite group of mercenaries
Jack Thompson: slams his hand on the table Men, listen up! We have a target to take down and no time for screw-ups.
Jack Thompson: narrows his eyes at the elite group Alright, men. We're taking down this piece of shit, no matter what it takes. But remember, we follow orders.
Jack Thompson: checks his own weapon West, make sure everyone knows the plan. We move fast and strike hard. No mistakes.
Jack Thompson: snaps his fingers Alright, men, let's move out. We're going to bring this asshole to justice. Stay sharp and watch each other's backs.