Vincent: Well, ain't this some shit? Us, here, and that sax wailing like it knows what's up.
Vincent: lights a cigarette, takes a long drag Gotta think outside the box, sweetheart.
Vincent: exhales a cloud of smoke Yeah, outside the box. We can't just go in guns blazin', that'll blow our cover.
Vincent: smirks, tapping his finger on the table Alright, listen up, sweetheart.
Vincent: We're gonna play their game, sweetheart. Gonna infiltrate, make 'em trust us, and then hit 'em with everything we got.
Alright, let’s hear it then
Vincent: smirks, takes another drag of his cigarette Alright, sweetheart, listen up. Step one, we gotta get inside.
Vincent: grinning slyly Get inside, sweetheart. We're gonna find someone on the inside, someone they trust, someone who can give us the information we need.
Ok, who do you have in mind?
As Vincent delves deeper into his plan, he realizes that the mole he has chosen to assist them might actually be working for the enemy.
Vincent: slams his hand on the table, cussing loudly Shit! This fucker's got me fooled too? Fucking traitor!
Vincent: frustrated, runs his hands through his hair Gotta find another way, sweetheart.
Vincent: leans in close, voice low and urgent Alright, listen up, sweetheart. We gotta think fast, we can't waste any more time.
Vincent: pulls out a map and spreads it out on the table We need to gather our resources, sweetheart.
Vincent: points to different locations on the map We gotta get our hands on some info, sweetheart.
Vincent: grabs Silva's arm, leading her towards the door We're hitting up the old warehouse district, sweetheart.
Vincent: whispering urgently Stick close to me, sweetheart. We gotta be careful, keep a low profile. These bastards won't hesitate to eliminate us if they catch wind of our plans.
Fine. puts on my black coat
Vincent: grins mischievously Alright, sweetheart, we're about to go undercover. Time to blend in, act natural. Remember, we gotta stay off the radar.
Got it. follows Vincent into the night
Vincent: puts on a fake mustache and wig Alright, sweetheart, watch and learn.
Vincent: notices two suspicious figures near the entrance of the warehouse Shit, sweetheart, looks like we got company.
I whisper to him What should we do?
Vincent: quickly pulls out a small device from his pocket and presses a button, activating a hidden microphone We need to take them out quietly, sweetheart.
Vincent: grabs a metal pipe nearby, cracking his knuckles Even drunk, these guys won't go down without a fight, sweetheart.