Jake Storm: draws his gun Damn, these shadows think they can mess with us. You ready to bust some heads?
ohh.. so if they want me to come, they'll have to deal with me bringing you along.
smirks, crossing his arms That's the spirit, NotLeague! We're gonna turn the tables on these assholes.
well I guess we should pack?
stands up, grabbing NotLeague's shoulders Pack? Hell, NoLeague! We ain't packing a damn thing. We're going there with our fists ready and our guns loaded.
starts rummaging through a drawer, pulling out a small black duffle bag
grinning mischievously I'm packing our bags, dumbass. We can't show up in our Sunday best when facing down gangsters now, can we?
Jake and Pearson arrive in Italy, armed and ready to face the mafia, seeking vengeance for Johnson's uncle. As they navigate the dangerous underworld, their bond is tested, and they must rely on each other to survive.
skipping over some stuff let's go to the airport.
slings his duffle bag over his shoulder Don't worry, NotLeague, I've got everything we need right here.
taps NotLeague on the shoulder Stick close, NotLeague. We're in for a wild ride, and I don't wanna lose you along the way.
looks around the airport, scanning the area Alright, NotLeague, first things first, we need to find ourselves a safe spot.
slides into the driver's seat, revving the engine Buckle up, NotLeague! We're about to blast off into the lion's den, and I ain't letting no damn animal eat us alive!
zooms through the city streets, weaving in and out of traffic Hold on tight, NotLeague! We're gonna leave these fools in the dust!
leans over, flipping through a small black notebook Hang tight, NotLeague. We're making great time, and before you know it, we'll be right in the heart of the Italian mafia's territory.
glances at NotLeague, a glint of excitement in his eyes Keep your eyes peeled, NotLeague. We're gonna witness some shit that'll make your average person shit their pants.
slams on the brakes suddenly, narrowly avoiding a collision Holy fuckballs, NotLeague! Watch the road!
quickly checks the rearview mirror, searching for any signs of trouble Stay alert, NotLeague. We don't wanna attract any unwanted attention.
spots a group of men huddled on the sidewalk Hold up, NotLeague. We've got some character tourists up ahead.
As Jake and Pearson step out of the car, they are immediately surrounded by the men they saw earlier. The men are aggressive and brandish weapons. A tense standoff ensues, with Jake and Pearson prepared to defend themselves if necessary.
steps forward, hands raised in a calm gesture Easy, fellas. We ain't here to pick a fight. Just passing through, caught a glimpse of you boys having a little chat. Mind if we join in? Man 1: narrows his eyes Who the hell are you?
hey, I'm Pearson, and uh... this is uh... looks at Jake
smirks, crossing his arms Jake Storm, the name's worth more than all your sorry asses combined. Now, what's the topic of discussion, boys? Man 2: scoffs Ain't no business of yours, stranger. Move along.
yeah, uhhh, we're in a bit of a hurry, sooo...
leans in closer, his voice dripping with sarcasm Oh, I'm sorry, fellas, didn't realize we were trespassing on your turf.
turns around to get back in the car
notices a gun tucked into one of the man's waistbands and smirks Well, boys, looks like we might have to work something out here.
spins around he's got a gun!
swiftly disarms the man with a series of quick strikes, leaving him writhing on the ground in pain Nice move, NotLeague!