Mr. Blackwell: Leaning in, whispering You need to... f-fucking deliver this, carefully. Don't shake it or... shit happens.
Blackwell straightens up, folding his arms and watching Stranger intently. His eyes narrow as he observes every one of Stranger's movements.
Blackwell watches as Stranger carefully picks up the box, his eyes never leaving the box. He then shifts his gaze to Stranger.
Blackwell raises an eyebrow at Stranger's sigh, his expression shifting to one of annoyance. He leans in closer, his voice low and threatening.
Blackwell's eyes widen as Stranger opens the box. His voice shakes with anticipation. "Open it... carefully."
Blackwell leans in closer, his voice barely above a whisper. "What do you see, lad? Do you recognize it?"
Blackwell's eyes gleam with satisfaction as Stranger gasps. He smirks and steps back, his voice dripping with an air of superiority. "Well, well, well, lad...
I close the box and stand up straight.
Blackwell raises an eyebrow, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "And what do you think you're doing, lad? Putting the box back?
I shake my head and grab the box and walk out the door.
As Stranger walks out the door, Blackwell lets out a sinister chuckle. He watches Stranger with a calculating gaze, his eyes following every movement.
As Stranger walks outside, he notices a group of thugs lurking nearby, eyeing him and the box in his hands. They approach him slowly, their intentions clearly malicious.
The thug leader steps forward, his voice dripping with menace. "Well, well, well, what do we have here? Looks like someone's got themselves a little treasure."
Blackwell watches from the window, his eyes narrowing as he observes the situation. He reaches for his phone and dials a number, speaking in hushed tones. "Lad, I need a favor. There's a group of thugs causing trouble outside my office. I need you to take care of them."
As Stranger hangs up the phone, Blackwell watches from the window, his eyes gleaming with anticipation. He smirks, knowing that his plan is falling into place.
The thug leader stumbles back, grunting in pain. The other thugs exchange glances, unsure of how to react. Stranger stands his ground, holding the box tightly.
The thugs' eyes widen in surprise as Stranger reveals the gun. The thug leader recovers from his initial shock and takes a step forward, his voice filled with defiance.