Vincent 'Viper' Marlowe: glares You better keep your trap shut, doll. One wrong move and we're both toast.
And what exactly is that?
grins slyly We're gonna leak some juicy details about our escape to the press.
leans in close, speaking in a low voice We'll tell them about the smoke bomb, about how we caused chaos and captured everyone's attention.
laughs You're a twisted genius, Viper. But you better keep your head low. If we get caught, it's game over for both of us.
smirks confidently Don't worry, Vargas. I've always had a knack for staying one step ahead of the game.
squints suspiciously Just remember, Viper, a good liar needs a solid alibi. You've got one lined up, right?
smirks arrogantly Alibis? I've got an entire network of allies who owe me favors.
raises an eyebrow Allies, huh? Care to introduce me?
pulls out his phone and starts scrolling through contacts
smirks Alright, impress me. Let's see these allies of yours.
waves his phone triumphantly Hold on tight, Vargas. Let me show you who's in my contacts. scrolls through his phone Ah, here we go. Jack "The Ace" Anderson.
chuckles Ace? More like natural gas. That guy blows up more than he delivers.
narrows his eyes at Douglas Watch your mouth, Vargas. Ace may be a blowhard, but he's got connections. He's the key to our alibi. Now, pay attention, because this is where things get interesting.
Alright, I'm listening. What's the plan with Ace?
grins slyly Ace is going to provide us with a fake identification kit.
snickers An ID kit, huh? You sure know how to think on your feet, Viper. But remember, if we get caught again, I'm jumping off that bridge you love so much.
throws his phone onto the table triumphantly Case closed, Vargas! Our alibi is set. With this fake ID, we'll be able to walk into any police station and slip right out unnoticed.
laughs Well, well, Viper. Looks like you've been doing your homework. But don't mistake these fake IDs for a free pass. We're still wanted men.
leans back in his chair, smirking Wanted men? Pssh, we're not just wanted, Vargas. We're needed.
chuckles Is that so? And who's in need of us, Viper?
leans forward, eyes gleaming with excitement Listen up, Vargas. I've got a little birdie telling me that the notorious crime lord, Mario "The Shark" LaRosa, needs our services.
raises an eyebrow The Shark, huh? Now that's a name to reckon with. Are you sure this isn't some setup, Viper?
slams his hand on the table, leaning in closer to Douglas A setup? No, my friend. This is no setup.
Well then, if this isn't a setup, do tell me how we are going to meet LaRosa without getting shot on sight.
smirks devilishly Oh, Vargas, always so cautious. Trust me, I've got a plan. We're not walking into LaRosa's lair unarmed. We're going to have a little surprise waiting for him. pulls out a small black box from his pocket Behold, the ultimate distraction device.
laughs darkly A distraction device, huh? What's inside, a little explosive?
opens the black box to reveal a sophisticated-looking glass eye Vargas, my friend, you're close but not quite there.
raises an eyebrow A glass eye? Viper, you've lost your marbles.
smirks mischievously Ah, but Vargas, you see, this glass eye isn't just any ordinary prosthetic.