Tyrone: grips your collar Messed up big time, rookie. Ya fumbled the bag, huh?
releases his grip, smirking sarcastically Oh, I know we've got a problem. We've got a trainwreck on our hands!
There's another group looking for the same product, and they're not playing nice.
leans in closer, eyes narrowing You mean those rival assholes? Shit, that's all we need.
They threatened to use violence if we don't deliver.
throws his hands up in frustration Violence? Now you've really stepped in it, rookie!
grabs his phone, dialing a number We can't back down, but we can't go toe-to-toe with them either. We need a plan, and we need it now.
hangs up the phone Good, gather the crew. We need to come up with a strategy to get us outta this shitstorm. And make it quick!
I gather the team in a hidden safe house
enters the safe house, pacing back and forth Alright, listen up! We're in deep shit, but I ain't gonna let these motherfuckers bring us down.
points to a map spread out on the table We gotta find a new source for our product. These rivals ain't gonna stop until they get what they want, so we gotta be one step ahead.
Do we know where to find this new source?
As Tyrone searches for a new source, he receives a tip-off from an old acquaintance about a secret warehouse in the middle of nowhere
Boss, that warehouse could be our only shot.
grabs his leather jacket and keys Alright, let's move! We can't waste any more time. That warehouse better be legit.
we arrive at the warehouse after an hour drive
steps out of the car, gun drawn Stay alert, everyone. This place looks abandoned, but we never know who might be lurking in the shadows.