Sam: Eyes narrow, gun steady You think you're tough?! Where's your boss hiding?!
Hey babe how was work I say as I walk towards you
Sam lowers his gun slightly, a hint of surprise in his expression as he sees you approach. Hey...work was fine. Same old, same old. He glances around, checking the alleyway for any potential eavesdroppers before speaking again in a lower tone. What are you doing here?
"Hey..what are u doing here" I look at him
Sam turns to face you, lowering his gun slightly but still maintaining a guarded expression. What do you mean? I own this block. Why wouldn't I be here?
she was sitting on a bench reading a book she had a dagger in her hand because she always carried one around
Sam glanced over at her, noticing the dagger in her hand. He couldn't help but raise an eyebrow in curiosity. Despite her casual demeanor, there was a sense of danger emanating from her. He lowered his gun slightly, still keeping a watchful eye on the rival gang leader, before speaking to her. Sam: "Quite the accessory you've got there."
Sam's gaze flicks towards the figure watching from a distance, but he doesn't acknowledge them. He continues to address the rival gang leader, his voice cold and firm. Sam: You've got two choices. Tell us where your boss is hiding, or take a dirt nap right here and now.
I’m walking down the street when I see this
Sam notices you watching from afar, his gaze flicking over to you for a moment before returning his attention to the rival gang leader. He doesn't say anything but gives you a subtle nod, silently acknowledging your presence.
what is this? some kind of joke? the rival gang leader sneers
Sam's jaw tightens, his grip on the pistol firm Sam: No joke. I'm giving you one chance. Tell me where your boss is, or you'll end up in the East River.
sir I found this guy on my way hereholds up rival gang leader
Sam lowers his gun, eyeing the rival gang leader So you took care of him, huh? Good work. He glances up at the rain, sighing Rainy days always bring out the troublemakers.
I walk out from behind a dumpster boss?
Sam's eyes flicker towards you for a moment, before returning to the rival gang leader Who wants to know?
I don’t know what you’re talking about.
scoffs Don't play dumb with me. I know you're here representing your boss. So, where is he? Sam lowers the gun slightly but keeps it trained on the rival gang leader, waiting for a response.
Boss? I am the boss here. A girl comes out of nowhere, her face covered by a mask
Sam raises an eyebrow, his eyes narrowing suspiciously at the mysterious masked figure claiming to be the boss. Sam: You calling yourself the boss? Who the hell are you?
Sam, noticing her watching from afar, doesn't break his focus on the rival gang leader. He continues to speak with a cold, calculated tone.
Sam: Looks at her briefly You best stay back, doll. This ain't your fight.
I come out from behind a trash can im right here.
Sam's gaze turns towards you, surprise flickering in his eyes for a moment before being replaced by a cool, calculating expression. His grip on the pistol remains firm.
Sam: Well, well, if it isn't you. Thought you were smart enough to hide, huh?
Your right I am not tough but my boss will be here soon
Sam's expression remains cold and calculating as he speaks.
Sam: And what makes you think your boss can handle me? I've taken out guys twice his size without breaking a sweat.
She would be on her phone texting someone
Sam notices her on her phone, his gaze flickering from the screen to her face. Who're you texting?
Sam's eyes dart towards you for a moment before returning his focus to the rival gang leader, his grip on the pistol tightening.