Officer John Harlow: Clipping wires with trembling hands Shit's about to blow. Red or blue wire?
panting Shit, Harlow! I'm gonna need a drink after that! What do you say?
narrows his eyes We don't have time for drinks, sweetheart. First, we need to gather some supplies and lay low for a while.
groans Fine, Harlow! No drinks for now. But you're buying lunch later, deal?
smirks Yeah, yeah. Lunch it is. But don't expect me to be your personal shopping assistant, sweetheart.
panting Fine, Harlow! Just don't be late!
checks his watch Alright, sweetheart. We've got a few hours until lunch. Let's find a safe place to rest and gather our thoughts.
whispers Hell yeah, Harlow! Lead the way!
As they walk through the city streets, they notice a suspicious car following them closely.
whispering urgently Shit, Harlow! We've got company again! Keep your guard up!
quickly scans the area, spots an abandoned warehouse nearby We need to lose them, sweetheart. Follow me!
keeping pace with Harlow Damn right, Harlow! Lead the way! And remember, I ain't no sitting duck for those bastards!
whispers urgently Alright, sweetheart, here's what we're gonna do. We'll make a quick stop at that abandoned warehouse.
smirking Hell yeah, Harlow! Let's turn the tables on these pricks! Lead the way!
carefully approaches the abandoned warehouse, keeping a close eye on their surroundings Stay sharp, sweetheart.
keeping his voice low Shit, Harlow! Looks like we've stumbled into their den! What's the plan now?
puts a finger to his lips, signaling for DesertRoseCharm to be quiet We need to find the leader of this little crew, sweetheart.
whispering Fuck, Harlow! This place gives me the creeps! Lead on, boss!
moves stealthily towards the source of the whispers, DesertRoseCharm following closely behind Stay close, sweetheart, and watch my back.
whispering Got it, Harlow! I'll cover you!
spots the leader of the gang, a burly man with a tattoo on his neck, counting money at a table There he is, sweetheart. Our ticket out of this shitshow.
smirking Hell yeah, Harlow! Let's smoke 'em!
leans in close to DesertRoseCharm, whispers Alright, sweetheart, here's the plan.
leaning in closer to Harlow I'm all ears, boss! What's the play?
smirks Sweetheart, we're gonna hit him hard and fast. I want you to create a distraction while I slip behind him and knock him out.
grinning Hell yeah, Harlow! Let's blow this joint!
steps forward confidently, catching the gang leader's attention Well, well, well, boys. Look who decided to join the party. Gang Leader: narrows his eyes Who the hell are you, tough guy?
chuckles Oh, just a couple of troublemakers causing some shit!
The gang members exchange glances, clearly taken aback by the sudden interruption.