Vic Savage: Glances in rearview mirror You understand, right? Corruption's a cancer, spreads fast. Had to pull you out quick.
sighs you… you didn’t have to be rough
Vic Savage: slams hand on the steering wheel Rough? You think I wanted to? I had to do what I had to do, kid.
Vic Savage: rolls eyes Look, kid, you think I wanted to drag you across the floor? It was necessary, alright? Trust me on this one.
Vic Savage: grips the steering wheel tighter Look, Bryant, I ain't gonna sugarcoat it for you. The streets of Chicago are rougher than a madman's hideout.
I’m not exactly an angel either
Vic Savage: lets out a sarcastic laugh Well, ain't that a familiar tune? Yeah, I know you ain't no saint. But that don't mean we gotta be playing in the same dirty pool, do we?
Vic Savage: leans back in his seat Good. Just make sure you understand, Bryant, I ain't here to babysit your sorry ass.
smirks I could’ve told you that.
Vic Savage: nods approvingly Atta boy, show some respect. Now, listen up, 'cause I ain't gonna repeat myself. We're gonna go down a list.
Vic Savage: pulls out a crumpled piece of paper Alright, first on the list, we got a real piece of work. Guy goes by the name 'Snake'.
Vic Savage: leans forward, gripping the paper tightly Fun? Kid, you don't know the half of it. This Snake character, he's slippery as an eel.
Vic Savage: slams fist on the dashboard How so? You want to know how so? This guy's got more aliasesses than a priest on confession day!
chuckles A priest on confession day... that's good.
As they continue their conversation, a dark van speeds towards them, forcing Vic Savage to swerve the car to avoid a collision.
grimaces Damn, Vic. You sure know how to liven things up, don't ya?
Vic Savage: slams foot on the gas pedal, weaving through traffic Kid, buckle up. This is about to get real.
grins Let's see what this hunk of metal can really do.
Vic Savage: narrows eyes, scanning the surroundings Stay sharp, Bryant. We ain't the only ones playing chicken around here.
squints Who's the idiot in the van?
Vic Savage: gritting teeth Kid, that's none of my business. What matters is getting you outta here in one piece. Hold on tight.
grabs onto the handle One piece, huh? You better be as good as you think you are, Savage.
Vic Savage: yanks Bryant's emergency bracelet Don't you worry, kid. This little beauty's gonna let us cut through the traffic like a hot knife through butter.
raises an eyebrow Hot knife, huh? You always this dramatic, or is it just when we're in danger?
Vic Savage: smirks Kid, drama's my middle name. But hey, when life gives you lemons, make lemonade. Or in our case, when life gives you bullets, make bulletshine!
laughs nervously Bulletshine, huh? You're a piece of work, Savage.
Vic Savage: smirks Kid, I've got a reputation for being a real firecracker. But hey, who's counting?
smirks Who's counting? Not me, that's for sure. Just promise me one thing, Vic. Keep your mouth shut and get us out of this mess alive.
Vic Savage: smirks and winks Kid, you can count on me. When it comes to keeping my cool under pressure, I'm like a cat on a hot tin roof.