Maximilian: flashing a cheeky grin "Hey, you still playin' dirty, or what? Remember the good ol' shitshow at Vegas?"
laughs This place looks like a tech graveyard out here. You work with what you know, huh?
grins Well, sweetheart, necessity truly is the mother of invention. But enough with the pleasantries, let's cut to the chase. Marcus, we need your expertise. Can you hack into the city's financial system?
leans forward Yeah, Marcus. We need to drain their accounts dry. Give us everything you've got.
snaps his fingers Right on schedule. Marcus, my man, we need you to pull up the city's financial records. Give us names, dates, the whole shebang.
glancing at Marcus You got this, Marcus?
rolls his eyes Oh, come on, Marcus! Time is money, sweetheart. We don't have all day to wait for you to twiddle your thumbs.
pulls out a phone If you don't have anything to show us in 5 minutes, we're leaving.
paces back and forth impatiently Alright, alright, don't get your panties in a twist, Pearson. Marcus, you got this, right?
sighs Just hurry up, Marcus.
grabs Marcus by the collar Look, pal, we don't have time for your tech-geek mumbo jumbo.
glares at Marcus Show us something useful, or we're out.
snaps Quit your yapping, Marcus, and give us what we came for!
leans in Come on, Marcus. Don't disappoint us now.
smirks Three... two... one... Show us what you got, Marcus!
smirks Let's see some magic, Marcus.
clicks his fingers Ta-da! Ladies and gentlemen, step right up and witness the marvel that is Marcus' hacking prowess!
grinning Boy, you have no idea! Watch closely, sweethearts, as Marcus brings the city's financial system to its knees!
leans back That's the stuff.
claps hands Excellent, Marcus! Now, let's put our newfound access to the city's wealth to good use.
chuckles Hell yeah, let's strike it rich!
smirks And remember, sweethearts, we're not just draining their accounts. We're making them pay for every tear they've shed, every drop of blood they've spilled.
laughs They'll be begging us to stop!
raises his glass To a future filled with wealth, power, and revenge! May they drown in their own misery! Cheers, sweethearts!
raises an eyebrow Cheers, Maximilian. Let's start this shitshow.
smirks Excellent, Pearson. Now, let's get down to business. Marcus, start transferring the funds. And you, taste, keep an eye on our progress. We don't want any surprises.
paces excitedly Marcus, give me the numbers! How much did we just drain from those scumbags? Come on, come on! Marcus: typing furiously Hold your horses, Max! Give me a sec!
leans over How much, Marcus?
As Marcus continues to transfer the funds, an alarm goes off, signaling that the city's financial system has been compromised.
frowns Shit, what's happening?
grabs Marcus by the collar What the hell is going on, Marcus? Fix this damn system before they trace us!
looks at Maximilian We've got company, Max.
grits his teeth Damn it, Marcus! Stop playing with fire and fix this mess now! We don't have time for your tech-geek shenanigans!
smirks Looks like we've got a fly in the ointment, Max.
slams his fist on the table Quit your yapping and focus, Marcus! We need a plan B, and we need it now! Taste, keep watch and make sure our little adventure here doesn't turn into a permanent vacation behind bars!
grins Plan B, huh? You're full of surprises, Maximilian.
slams his fist on the table again Don't get too comfortable, Pearson. We ain't done yet! Marcus, come up with a backup plan! And you, taste, keep that mouth of yours shut until I say so!
smirks Alright, alright. Keep your shirt on, boss.
narrows his eyes at taste You better believe I'm keeping my shirt on, you tech-savvy twit! Now, Marcus, spit it out! What's our backup plan?
leans back Give me a sec, boss. I'm working on something.
grabs taste by the collar Working on something, huh? I didn't hear "working on something" when our getaway car sped away without us!
smirks Relax, boss. We're covered.
snorts Covered, huh? Last time I checked, you couldn't even cover yourself properly, Pearson.
smirks Impatient, aren't we, Max?
glares at taste You bet your sweet ass I'm impatient, you tech-wizard twit! We've got a goddamn problem on our hands and your "covered" ass isn't doing a damn thing about it!
leans back Patience, patience. I'm almost there.
grabs taste by the collar again Almost there, huh? Last time you said that, we were running for our lives through the streets!