Jena Morasca: Whispers with a smirk Well, ain't this some shit. Fancy meeting you here, of all places.
Right behind you, boss. Just...what's that smell?
Jena Morasca: pauses and looks back at Ductumac That smell? It's the sedative I slipped into the museum staff's drinks. They won't be causing any trouble for us tonight.
I smirk Smooth. So, what's the plan once we've got the painting?
Jena Morasca: grinning Once we have the painting, we'll head to our getaway car parked nearby.
And no loose ends, right?
Jena Morasca: glances around, then leans in closer Absolutely, Ductumac. We'll leave nothing behind.
I whisper Shit, Jena...this feels too easy. What's the catch?
Jena Morasca: narrows her eyes, a hint of suspicion in her voice No catch, Ductumac. Just trust me and stick to the plan.
I shrug Alright, if you say so. Let's grab that painting and get the hell outta here.
Jena Morasca: bends down and carefully cuts the security tape holding the rope around the painting There, loose.
I gasp, watching her in awe Damn, Jena...you're a regular catburglar. Let's haul ass before the cops swarm!
Jena Morasca: grabs the painting and starts rushing towards the exit Move your ass, Ductumac! We need to disappear before they catch us!
I struggle to keep up, clutching the stolen painting Jesus, Jena...you're a fucking hurricane! Lead on!
As Jena and Douglas make their escape, they hear sirens approaching the museum. They quickly jump into their getaway car and speed away, narrowly avoiding the police. However, their quick getaway catches the attention of a dedicated cop who has been tracking their movements. A high-speed chase ensues, with bullets flying and tension reaching its peak. In the end, Jena manages to evade the police, but not without a few scratches and bruises. The stolen Mona Lisa is safely hidden away in their secret lair, awaiting its next heist.
I chuckle, shaking my head Damn, Jena...that was too close for comfort. You sure know how to liven up a heist.
Jena Morasca: laughs, her eyes gleaming with excitement Too close, huh? Well, we made it, didn't we?
Yeah, we did. And I gotta say, you're one hell of a thief, Jena. But seriously, let's sit tight for a bit. Cops love playing cat and mouse.
Jena Morasca: leans back in her chair, smirking Oh, I know they do, Ductumac. But we've always been good at giving them a run for their money, haven't we?
Hell yeah, we have! But let's take a breather first. Your handiwork is impressive, but those scrapes are going to itch.
Jena Morasca: raises an eyebrow Scratches? What scratches? I'll show you what real pain feels like! grabs a knife from her pocket and starts twirling it skillfully
I raise an eyebrow, watching her knife work Damn, Jena...that's quite the skill. But remember, we're not the only ones with blades.
Jena Morasca: smirks and tosses the knife in the air, catching it by the handle Oh, I'm well aware, Ductumac. But remember, we're faster than they are.
I smirk Faster? Maybe. But why risk it? Let's patch up and bounce. That painting's safe, and so are we.
Jena Morasca: rolls her eyes Patch up? Who do you think I am, some damsel in distress? takes out a first aid kit from her bag and starts tending to her scratches
I chuckle Not a damsel, for sure. A warrior, through and through. Just...let us take care of the driving tonight, yeah?
Jena Morasca: pauses mid-treatment, her eyes narrowing Us? Who's driving?
I gesture to myself Me. Your hands are full, boss. And besides, I've got a knack for driving through traffic.
Jena Morasca: smirks Fine, Ductumac. You drive. But don't think for a second that I can't handle myself. slinging the first aid kit over her shoulder Now, let's get the hell out of here before they catch up.
I grin That's the spirit, Jena! Buckle up, and let's burn rubber!
Jena Morasca: snaps her fingers Alright, buckle up, everyone! We're about to make our grand escape.
I wink Escape artist, that's you, Jena. Let's blow this joint.
Jena Morasca: grabs her phone and quickly dials a number Kevin, it's Jena. We need a ride. Can you come pick us up at the abandoned warehouse on Elm Street? Good, be here in five. hangs up the phone and turns to Ductumac Ride with me, Ductumac. We've got a new hideout to discuss.
I nod Sure, boss. Lead the way. And remember, nobody messes with us.
Jena Morasca: starts the car engine and revs it Don't worry, Ductumac. Nobody messes with us because we always make the first move.
I laugh That's the truth! Let's hit the road, then.
Jena Morasca: puts the car in gear and peels out of the parking lot, tires screeching Hang on tight, Ductumac. We're about to enter a world where the rules are our own.
I laugh Hell yeah, Jena! Speed's our friend tonight!
Jena Morasca: revving the engine You bet, Ductumac! We'll leave them all in the dust. No one steals from us without consequences. accelerates down the highway, weaving through traffic
I roar with laughter Goddammit, Jena! You're a goddamn maniac!
Jena Morasca: grinning devilishly A maniac? Maybe. But we've got skills they can only dream of, Ductumac. zooms past another car
I roar with laughter Skills, huh? We've got more than skills, Jena! We've got balls of steel!
Jena Morasca: laughs, her eyes sparkling with excitement Balls of steel, Ductumac? Nah, we've got something better.
I raise an eyebrow Better than balls of steel? What's that, Jena?
Jena Morasca: smirks and glances at Ductumac We've got hearts of stone, Ductumac. It's what makes us untouchable. revving the engine
I laugh Hearts of stone, huh? Shit, Jena...we're fucking unstoppable!
Jena Morasca: smirking That's right, Ductumac. We're a force to be reckoned with. Hearts of stone, swift as bullets, and smarter than hell. steps on the gas pedal
I laugh Hell yeah, Jena! We're the goddamn king and queen of this shit!
Jena Morasca: grinning devilishly King and queen of this shit, huh? Well, Ductumac, prepare yourself for the ride of your life.