Glancing nervously Yo, got a light? Place's darker than my future.
smirks You look like trouble. Trouble with a capital T. What brings you to this shit hole?
Walking by? Don't bullshit me, sweetheart. This ain't no stroll in Central Park. What's your deal?
i was at work, got fired. now walking home
Fired? Well, ain't that a kick in the balls. pauses Look, I can help you out, but it's gonna cost ya.
Good. Glad we're on the same page. Here's the deal, sugar. You give me half of whatever you make from now on, and I'll make sure you stay safe.
you don’t need to worry about me, I got a partner, plus I’m jacked 200 + pounds, no one fucks with me, I got you though what you need
raises an eyebrow Partner, huh? Well, ain't that cute. And muscles won't save you in this city, big guy. As for me, I'm not worried about my safety.
I can handle myself, I been boxing, college champ
Boxing, huh? That's cute too. Listen, Mr. Champ, I ain't lookin' for a fight. But I gotta survive in this hellhole. So here's the deal.
leans in close, whispering I know where there's a stash of cash hidden. A big fucking pile of it. But it's guarded by some real nasty characters.
grins slyly Now, here's where you come in, Mr. Champ. You're gonna be my muscle, my backup plan. We take that cash, we split it 50/50.
ok sounds good to me, can you tell me where to meet you after I run home change and we head out to get the money
nods Sure thing, Mr. Champ. Meet me at the old diner on 5th Street, tonight at midnight. And don't be late, or I'll find someone else to take your place.
Ok, sounds good, see you later
grabs Stranger's arm tightly Remember, Mr. Champ, I call the shots. You do as I say, when I say it. Got it?
o sure, so long miss Lolita
narrows her eyes It's Lola, not Lolita. Get it right, champ. releases his arm Don't forget, I'm the one who knows the way to that cash.
Yes Miss Lola, see you tonight
leans against the wall, taking a drag from her cigarette Finally, some action. I hope this plan goes off without a hitch.
later that night I meet you at the diner
glances around the dimly lit diner, checking for any signs of trouble Alright, Mr. Champ, we got work to do. Listen up.
leans in closer, speaking in hushed tones First things first, we need to gather some information on the guards.
Good. Let's see what you've got. pulls out a small notebook and flips through its pages
I pull out a file and slide it across the table
flips through the file, scanning the information Not bad, Mr. Champ. Looks like we've got ourselves a couple of pushovers and a hardass.
ya they have one guy that’s really tough, bouncer for the club down the street, makes him immune to others, he’s there most of the time, unless there a special event
pauses for a moment, contemplating her next move Alright, Mr. Champ, here's what we're gonna do.
leans back, tapping her fingers on the table We're gonna hit them when they least expect it. I've got a plan to distract the hardass guard.
smirks We're going to use a little trickery, Mr. Champ.
leans forward, a mischievous glint in her eyes First, we're going to create a diversion outside the building.
sounds good, care to elaborate?
grins slyly We'll set up a couple of explosions nearby, just enough to grab their attention. While they're busy dealing with that, we'll slip inside.
raises an eyebrow Nice indeed, Mr. Champ. But we can't just waltz in there blindly. We need a distraction on the inside as well.