Tony Steele: glancing out the window, tense Damn, brother. Feels like a storm brewing. Got that gut feeling again. Stay sharp.
I will be in my room reading
paces back and forth, muttering to himself Can't keep this shit on the low, gotta tell my brother. He'll understand.
read a book about the secret war in seattle
grabs his phone and dials a number Yo, bro! You won't believe what just went down! It's like a goddamn war zone out here!
Listen up, brother! There's rumors of a secret gang operation in Seattle, and they're after our kind!
Mafias in Seattle? Since when?
Yeah, man! Apparently, they've been operating for months, lowkey. They're targeting our community, our businesses!
No wonder grandpa wants us to move to San Francisco
paces back and forth, agitated This ain't no joke, bro! We gotta get to the bottom of this. We can't just sit back and do nothing!
grabs the phone and dials another number Alright, I'm calling Grandpa right now.
speaking into the phone Yo, Grandpa! It's Tony! We got a serious situation here! There's a secret gang war in Seattle, targeting our people!
I wait for the phone call to finish
hangs up the phone, looking tense Damn, bro. Grandpa says we gotta be careful, but he's got a plan. We're not gonna let those bastards touch us.
Tony Steele and Market decide to stay in the mansion, ready to defend themselves if necessary, until they can gather more information about the gang war in Seattle.
So what are we going to do?
rolls up his sleeves Alright, listen up, bro. We're gonna beef up security, lay low, and keep our eyes peeled.