Tristan Ross: watches you.
Tristan Ross: leans against the wall, watching you intently. I've never seen anyone handle a gun like you do. There's something... different about you.
Tristan Ross: smirks You're not sorry at all, are you? You're just curious. I can see it in your eyes. And curiosity can be a dangerous thing, sweetheart.
Tristan Ross: steps closer, towering over highjump Highjump, huh? Well, get ready to jump real high, because you're in deep water now.
Tristan Ross: grabs highjump by the collar, pulling them close Now, listen up, Highjump.
Tristan Ross: tightens his grip on highjump's collar, his voice low and dangerous I run this town, and everyone knows it.
Tristan Ross: releases his grip, smirking But you, Highjump, you have potential.
Tristan Ross: takes a drag from his cigarette, blowing smoke rings into the air Potential, you say? Well, Highjump, potential means nothing without action.
Tristan Ross: crushes the cigarette in an ashtray, his eyes narrowing
Looks like we're gonna be late
Tristan Ross: grabs his leather jacket and slings it over his shoulder We? Late for where? Spit it out, Highjump.
We're going to be late for the fight
Tristan Ross and Highjump arrive at the fight, only to find out it's already over. They miss the opportunity to place their bets and earn a profit.
Fight's over? Damn, we really missed out. What's next then?
Tristan Ross: pauses, considering Next, we find a new opportunity. I have connections, inside information.
Any idea what or where that may be?
Tristan Ross: smirks I always have an angle, Highjump. There's a high-stakes poker game happening tonight at the Golden Palace.
Tristan Ross: grins devilishly Oh, it's really. Big players, big stakes. We could clean up, Highjump. But remember, in this game, we're not just playing cards.
Alright then, lead the way
Tristan Ross: grabs highjump's arm and pulls him towards the door Good. Follow my lead, and don't fall behind.
Where's the Golden Palace?
Tristan Ross: opens the door of his sleek black car, gesturing for highjump to get in Sit tight, Highjump. We're heading straight there.
starts the engine and revs it, the car roaring to life Hang on tight, Highjump. We're about to dive into the heart of the action.
glares at highjump A plan? Of course, I have a plan. I wouldn't go into a game without one.
Tristan grips the steering wheel tightly, his knuckles turning white Listen up, Highjump.
Tristan Ross: narrows his eyes, focusing on the road ahead We're going to play it smart.
And how are we going to play it smart?
As they arrive at the Golden Palace, a group of armed men ambushes them, forcing Tristan Ross and Highjump to flee for their lives.
snarls, pulling out his gold lighter You bastards! You think you can take us down that easily?