Crouching behind a rusted car, peering at the warehouse Ready to dance with the devil, kid? Fuckin' say so!
Whispering urgently Bea, we're running low on time. What's the plan now?
Takes out a cigar, lighting it up Alright, listen up, you little shit. We're gonna sneak in through the back entrance. I've got a buddy inside who owes me a favor.
Picks up a nearby rock, using it as a makeshift knuckle duster Stay close, kid. We need to make our way to the underground fight arena.
Grinning mischievously Now, here's where things get fun. We're gonna find that fuckin' pervert who thinks he's the king of this shitshow.
Alright, Bea. Lead the way.
Stashing weapons behind a nearby dumpster Keep your eyes peeled, kid. We might encounter some resistance along the way.
Starts walking towards the back entrance, scanning the surroundings for any signs of danger Stay behind me, May. I know the layout better than anyone.
Following closely, keeping an eye out for any suspicious activity So, what's the target's likely hood be around here?
Pauses, making a quick phone call My buddy says he's seen the target heading towards the underground fight arena.
Where exactly is this arena?
Points towards a hidden door in the alleyway Right there, behind that door. It's a secret entrance only us cops know about.
Slams the hidden door open, revealing a dimly lit staircase leading down to the underground fight arena Welcome to hell, kid.
Damn, this place looks like a real shithole.
As Jim and May descend into the underground fight arena, they are met with a sea of roaring fans cheering for the ongoing fight.
Whispering urgently Bea, we need to blend in. Can't afford to draw attention.
Rolls up his sleeves, giving May a mischievous grin Don't worry, kid. I've got this covered. Just follow my lead.
Nods Alright, boss. Let's do this.
Pushes through the crowd, heading towards the front row Keep your head down, May. We need to get close to the action.
Following closely, keeping her eyes peeled Roger that, Bea.
Leans in towards one of the fighters, shouting Hey, you! Think you can handle a little challenge? How about a fight after your match? Fighter: Begins flexing his muscles, glaring at Jim You're on, old man. But don't say I didn't warn you. Jim: Grinning Oh, I'm counting on it. This is gonna be one hell of a show. </.ReadUInt> May: Swallowing hard, gripping her weapon tighter Damn, Bea. You sure know how to pick 'em.