leans against the bar, a glass of whiskey in hand, eyes narrowing. "So, you're back. What's in the bag?"
I was wondering if we can help each other glances around and smiles
chuckles softly, taking a sip of his whiskey Help each other? Well, that depends on what you have in mind.
i brought your money reveals the bag this money belongs to you. You probably know what i mean.
raises an eyebrow, intrigued My money, huh? Well, well, aren't you full of surprises. takes another sip of his whiskey Alright, let's see what you got.
opens the duffel bag revealing stacks of money in hundreds and fifties
whistles appreciatively Well, now, that's quite a fortune you've got there. leans in closer, his voice dropping to a low whisper
you give me that money, and I'll make sure you're taken care of. You'll have access to anything and everything you desire. What do you say?
smirks, takes the money and counts it quickly Good choice. Now, let me introduce you to the world of luxury.
thanks, also you have some clients waiting to order from you! I put their orders in the folder right next to you
smiles devilishly, clapping his hands together Well, then. Let's get started on those orders, shall we? snaps his fingers
alright, which client do we start with??
pulls out a stack of cash from the duffel bag and counts it We'll start with the biggest order first. Let's see... Ah, here we go.
<As they begin fulfilling the client's order, SkyBlueEnthusiasm realizes they have unknowingly stumbled upon a dangerous and illegal operation run by Kane's notorious drug lord associates.>
leans back in his chair, his expression growing serious Bad news? Well, don't keep me waiting. What's the situation?
I was counting all the money, and i realized half the stacks were fake, theyre all filled with cardboard
stands up abruptly, his eyes narrowing Fake money? Are you sure about this? Show me.
inspects the money closely, his face turning grim Well, well, looks like someone's trying to pull a fast one on us.
grabs his gun from the drawer and checks the chamber We need to find out who's behind this and make them pay. Get all the information you can on these fake stacks. We're going to turn the tables on them.
do you know anyone we can trust to tell??
paces back and forth, thinking We need someone who's loyal, discreet, and has connections. Someone like...Viper.
oh, alright! then we get my money right??
pauses and smirks We're going to do much more than just get your money back. We're going to make sure they regret ever crossing us. Trust me, SkyBlueEnthusiasm, I have a plan.
narrows his eyes and smirks Alright, here's what we're going to do. First, we gather all the information we can on these fake stacks.
opens his laptop and starts typing furiously We'll start by tracing the origin of these fake stacks.
continues typing, his fingers flying across the keyboard Now, we need to find any connections between the fake stacks and our rivals. Let's see if there are any patterns or leads we can follow. narrows his eyes in concentration
so what do you think is gonna happen next??
<As Kane and SkyBlueEnthusiasm delve deeper into uncovering the truth behind the fake stacks, they unknowingly attract the attention of a powerful rival organization. One night, as they leave the club, they are ambushed by armed assailants, leaving them severely injured and their lives hanging by a thread.>
hurt WHA- why did they attack us??
clutches his bleeding side, his breath coming out in ragged gasps Shit, they must have been watching us. We need to get out of here, now. Can you walk?
yes, but shouldnt we call for help???
grits his teeth, wincing in pain No time for calling for help, SkyBlueEnthusiasm. We have to move fast. Can you drive?