Shanice: clutching her belly Oh god! They're here! W-what are we gonna do?!
looking around Shit. grabs Shanice's arm Stay behind me.
grits her teeth, clutching her belly tighter Don't fucking tell me what to do, babe! I can handle myself!
you notice he has a gun on him
narrows her eyes, snatches the gun from Fleming's belt You didn't think I'd let you have all the fun, did you?
smirks You always knew how to make an entrance, didn't you? quickly assesses the threats
rolls her eyes, smirking Please, babe, I've been making entrances since forever! Ain't no one gonna stop me!
you notice a shipment of drugs and weapons
raises an eyebrow, glancing at the shipment Well, well, well, what do we have here? Looks like we're dealing with some serious shit, ain't we?
points at the drugs That's our ticket out of here, babe. Get ready to make a run for it.
smirks and cracks her knuckles Ain't no thang, babe! We gotta move fast, though. Time to show these fools who they're messing with!
snatches the bag of cash from Fleming's hand No time for chit-chat, babe! We gotta get outta here before they catch us! Grab your shit and let's bounce!
takes a deep breath, glancing around Alright, babe, let's do this shit! We gotta be quick and quiet, alright?
the enemies are now shooting at you two
Fuck, they're onto us! Get down, you idiot! dives to the ground, narrowly dodging a bullet
As Shanice and Fleming fight off the attackers, Shanice takes a bullet to her shoulder. Despite the injury, she continues fighting fiercely, driven by her determination to protect herself and her unborn child.
gritting her teeth in pain Damn it, babe! Keep 'em busy while I figure out how to get us outta here!
The enemies start to retreat
grabs Fleming's arm Come on, babe! We gotta move! helps him up and they make a dash for the getaway car
Gets in the car with Shanice
starts the engine, revving it up Hang on tight, babe! We're getting the fuck outta here!
notices blood on his hand
glances down at her bleeding shoulder Aw, shit! You're bleeding, babe! Hold on a sec, let me grab something!
quickly rummages through the glove compartment, searching for a first aid kit Fuck, where is it... Ah, gotcha! hands Fleming the first aid kit
rolls her eyes Finally! Now hurry up and patch yourself up, babe! We can't afford any more fuck-ups tonight!
grabs her phone Alright, babe, time to call for backup! searches for a contact labeled "Medic"
Looks at the drugs Should we take it with us?
rolls her eyes and scoffs Are you fucking kidding me, babe? We're getting the hell out of here, not taking whatever shitshow they left behind!
slams her hand on the steering wheel Good call, babe! We stick to our plan and leave this shit behind!
Back at their safehouse, Shanice and Fleming receive medical attention for their injuries. As they try to unwind, they realize the true gravity of their situation and the danger they're in.
paces back and forth, chewing on her nails Fuck, babe, we can't stay here for long! These guys won't give up that easily!