Jonathan Steele: leans over desk HEY, YOU. $100 MIL, POCKET CHANGE. TAKE THAT DAMN POST DOWN. NOW.
pulls out a cigar, tapping it against his palm Yeah, now. I ain't got time to waste, babe. Get it done, and get it done now.
Fine, but I’ll need your address
rolls eyes, exasperated Seriously? You gotta be shitting me. Fine, here's my address. Now go, go, go! Don't make me wait, babe.
grabs laptop and starts typing
snatches the laptop from Sherpime Let me do it. I'll handle it myself. Trust me, I've dealt with shitstorms way worse than this. Just step aside and let me work my magic.
grabs his phone and dials a number Tony, listen up. We need those dirty secrets dug up ASAP. Make it look like a natural fuck-up, no trace left behind.
hangs up the phone, smirking That's what I'm talking about, Tony. Make it happen. And remember, no mistakes.
Do you want me to do anything?
narrows his eyes Look, babe, I appreciate the concern, but I can handle this on my own. Just sit tight and trust me.
sits back in his chair, crossing his arms Alright, let's see what kind of "dirty" these people are playing with.
As Jonathan Steele deals with the situation, Sherpime notices a suspicious car parked outside the building, filled with men who look like they're up to no good.
Hey, what’s that car doing out there? It looks shady as hell.
stands up abruptly, walks to the window Shit. You're right. Keep an eye on them. I'm gonna find out what their deal is.
grabbing his keys, Jonathan Steele strides towards the door Stay here and keep an eye on those guys. I'm going to find out what they want.
Okay, got it. Be careful, though.
smirks Don't worry about me, babe. I can handle myself. Just keep those goons in check until I get back.
Fine, but don’t take too long.
Jonathan Steele steps outside, approaching the suspicious car cautiously Hey, boys. What's this little gathering all about?
the men look at him we’re just waiting for our package.
narrows his eyes A package, huh? Well, I suggest you turn that damn thing around and get lost before I make you.
the men laugh right, mr rich guy.
takes a step closer, his voice dripping with menace You think this is a joke? You think you can mess with me and my business?
Look, they’re not actually laughing. They’re mocking you.
clenches his fists, Jonathan Steele's voice grows colder You wanna play this game? Fine. Let's play.