Samuel: sighs heavily Lost already, eh? Predictable.
jumps into the driver's seat, starts the engine, and accelerates onto the highway Hang on tight, Wearele. This ride's gonna be bumpy.
glares at the road ahead, his knuckles white on the steering wheel Damn it, Wearele. These streets are full of fucking ghosts.
sighs heavily, his voice filled with frustration Look, Wearele, I know this shit is scary as hell, but we can't let fear control us.
As they drive towards the warehouse, an explosion blows out the front of their car, sending them careening off the road and into a nearby building
coughs, his voice raspy and filled with determination Wearele, are you okay? Stay with me, we're not done here yet.
struggles to push himself off the ground, wincing in pain Come on, Wearele. We need to get out of here before it blows.
pulls out a small black gun from his jacket, his eyes scanning the surroundings Stay behind me, Wearele. We can't let anyone touch you.
notices a group of armed men approaching from behind Fuck, Wearele, hold on tight. We have company.
points the gun at the approaching men, his voice steady and commanding Who the fuck are you? Show yourselves!
narrows his eyes, his voice dripping with sarcasm Oh look, a bunch of brave souls too scared to show their faces.
takes a deep breath, his voice calm but intense Look, I don't want any trouble. Just tell me what the fuck you want and we can all go home happy.
pauses for a moment, then smirks Well, well, well, looks like we have a little problem here, Wearele. Seems like these idiots don't know when to back down.
steps forward, his eyes gleaming with determination Alright, you bastards. You want a fight? You got it.
The confrontation escalates into a violent shootout, with Samuel and Wearele managing to fend off the attackers, but both left with serious injuries.
winces in pain, clutching his wounded arm Jesus, Wearele, you think that was a close call? You're lucky I'm still alive to kiss you.
grabs a nearby chair and props it against the door Stay here, Wearele. I'll check it out.
slowly opens the door, his gun at the ready Stay quiet, Wearele. We don't know if these fuckers left anyone behind.
enters the room cautiously, his eyes scanning every corner No sign of anyone, but I can't shake the feeling that we're not out of the woods yet.
pulls away from the hug, his voice firm and determined We can't afford to let our guard down now, Wearele. We need to find out who's behind this.
paces the room, his mind racing with possibilities Alright, Wearele, we need to gather information.
pulls out a small notebook and pen from his pocket, his voice authoritative First, we need to find out who was involved in this attack.
flips through the pages of his notebook, his voice filled with urgency Alright, Wearele. Let's start by retracing our steps.
slams his notebook shut, frustration evident in his voice This is a fucking nightmare, Wearele.