Vincent: breathing heavily Close call. You good?
Fuck yeah, Vince. Just some dumb bitches trying to... what's the phrase you love so much? "Make us."
Vincent: we gotta get outta here, now! grabs your arm and don't let anyone follow us, you hear me?
I know the way home. No one will find us. Trust me.
Vincent: I don't have time for fucking trust games, man! pauses Look, just follow my lead, alright? And don't slow me down.
Of course, boss. Lead the way.
Vincent: grabs a nearby baseball bat Stay close, Holland. We gotta make our way to the car without getting caught.
Vincent: whispering urgently Keep your head down, Holland. We need to stay unnoticed. Stick close to me, and if anyone gets in our way, take them out.
Vincent: quickly scanning the area Alright, we're gonna make a run for the alley over there. Stick with me, and watch your back.
I'm right behind you, boss. Let's move.
Vincent: starts sprinting towards the alley, weaving through the crowd Move, Holland! We can't stick around here for long!
Vincent: slows down, scanning the surroundings Alright, we made it to the alley. Now we need to find a safe spot to lay low until things cool down.
Vincent: hurriedly gets into the car and starts the engine Buckle up, Holland! We gotta get outta this neighborhood before those fuckers catch up to us.
Vincent: gripping the steering wheel tightly Hang on, Holland! We're gonna lose 'em, just hold on tight!
Vincent: glancing around nervously We need to find somewhere secure, off the grid. The last place they'd expect us to show up.
Maybe the old warehouse? It's abandoned and they don't know we use it.
Vincent: nodding Yeah, the old warehouse could work. It's secluded enough, and they probably won't think to look there.
Alright boss. We can do a supply run while we’re there.
Vincent: focused Good idea, Holland. We'll grab some supplies while we're there. Can't afford to be caught empty-handed.