leans forward, softly "You feel that chill, punks? It's your future looking mighty cold without my blessing.
stands up abruptly, grabbing a duffel bag filled with cash Here's your budget. Just remember, failure is not an option here.
why do you want him taken care of
pauses, his eyes flickering with a dangerous glint Because he's a threat to my operation.
narrows his eyes, his voice dripping with disdain Look, punk, I don't have time to explain everything to you.
MysticalSunsets successfully takes down the target, but discovers a hidden diary revealing a dark secret about Tim Petras' involvement in international arms dealing.
sir your wanted at an address
raises an eyebrow, a sinister smile playing on his lips Well, well, looks like someone wants to play games. grabs his coat and heads towards the door
stops in his tracks, his eyes narrowing suspiciously Who's "they"? Spit it out, punk.
scoffs Greg? Sounds like some loser. Fine, lead the way, punk. But remember, if this is some kind of setup, I'll make sure you regret it.
kicks open the door, his eyes blazing with fury You think you can mess with me, Greg? Big mistake. lunges at Greg, landing a powerful punch to the jaw
grabs Greg by the collar, pulling him close You think you can outrun me, punk? throws Greg onto the ground with a sickening thud
gets in car and drives off quickly
grabs his phone and dials a number Hey, Mancini. Get your ass to Greg's place. We got a rat fleeing for his life.
rolls his eyes No, punk, I'm talking about a real rat. Someone who knows too much about our operations.
hops into his sleek black sedan, revving the engine We need to make a move. I'll handle Mancini and make sure he doesn't cause any trouble.
puts on his sunglasses and revs the engine, speeding off towards Mancini's location Time to put an end to this rat's games.
smirks Mad at you? Nah, punk. I was just testing you. Seeing if you could handle yourself in the heat of the moment. Looks like you've got some guts after all.
Tim Petras successfully deals with Mancini and secures the evidence, but Musejeer is injured during the escape due to a gunshot wound.
glances over at Musejeer, his expression softening slightly Shit, punk. Looks like you took a hit. Hold on tight, I'll take care of you.
i slowly loose conciousness
quickly pulls over to the side of the road and dials a number We need a medic over here. Now!