Megan Draper: whispering, sweating "Cut the red or blue wire? Damn, can't mess this up."
breathing heavily Okay, we made it. We're safe for now. takes a moment to catch her breath
leans against the wall, wiping sweat from her brow Damn, Southerlym, you're holding up pretty well. But we can't let our guard down.
takes out a small device from her pocket, speaking softly "Alpha-1, this is Sierra-11. We've got eyes on a potential target.
activates her earpiece, listening intently Sierra-11, copy that. Standby for further instructions.
whispers urgently into her earpiece "I need backup, ASAP. We've got company coming.
swiftly draws her pistol, taking out several enemies with precise shots Artillery's on its way, Southerlym. Hold them off until they arrive!
i mow down the rest of the mercs
dives behind a nearby car, gun still in hand Nice work, Southerlym!
whispers urgently Southerlym, we need to move. Now! Follow me, stick close and stay low!
leads Oliver through a series of narrow alleyways, her movements quick and calculated Stay close, Southerlym!
I nod as we get in the car
As they drive away from the dangerous area, Megan receives a call from her CIA handler warning her that their mission has been compromised.
speaking urgently into her phone "Alpha-1, we've got a compromised mission. The mercenaries we took out were part of a larger operation.
I nod understanding the situation
quickly glances around, assessing their surroundings We need to lay low for now, Southerlym.
grabs her phone and starts searching for secure communication channels We need to find a safe location to regroup and come up with a new plan.