Man, I really screwed the pooch on this one, didn't I?
leans in, grinning Well, that's a real shit storm you've gotten yourself into. What's the plan now, Mr. Hitman?
runs a hand through his hair, exasperated Fuck if I know, man. I mean, I'm good at what I do, but this murder shit? Not my forte.
Well, we can't exactly call the cops now, can we?
laughs nervously Yeah, no shit, Sherlock. Gotta keep my nose clean, you know? But seriously, any bright ideas on how to get outta this shit storm?
Let's start by not panicking. We'll figure something out. But first, tell me exactly what happened.
leans in closer, speaking in hushed tones Alright, listen up, because this is some fucked up shit, man. So, I got a call from this rich prick...
Rich prick? Got any info on him?
pulls out a crumpled piece of paper from his pocket Yeah, got a name. It's Marcus Whitmore or some shit. Ring a bell?
smirks That's the dude who stole my grandma's jewelry. Quite the character, isn't he?
grins slyly Well, ain't this a small fucking world? Seems like Whitmore's got himself a little problem that needs... taking care of.
Okay, so what's the plan?
leans back, smirking Well, here's what we're gonna do. We're gonna pay Whitmore a little visit, have a friendly chat.
winks We're gonna offer him a deal, man. You see, Whitmore's got himself quite the little problem, and we're gonna help him solve it.
smirks, leaning back in his chair Oh, just a simple trade, man. We eliminate his problem, and he gives us what we want.
And what exactly is that?
leans forward, eyes gleaming with excitement See, Whitmore's got this little black book of secrets, man.
Secrets? What kind of secrets?
Vincent and Stranger successfully retrieve Marcus Whitmore's black book of secrets, revealing a web of corruption and deceit involving high-profile individuals
I smile Let's make sure this doesn't come back to bite us in the ass.
claps Stranger on the shoulder Damn straight, man! We play it smart and clean. No loose ends.
snickers Oh, don't you worry about Whitmore. He'll be swimming with the fishes. But hey, let's not forget about the goods.
stands up, pacing back and forth Now we're talking, man! The jewelry's gonna be our golden ticket outta this shit storm. We sell it on the black market, lay low for a while, and then... we start fresh, baby!
laughs You always think on your feet, don't you?
pauses, smirking Damn right, bro! Gotta stay one step ahead of the game, you know? Plus, I got connections.
smiles Let's get this over with.
picks up his phone and dials a number Alright, buckle up, bro. Time to set up the meet with Whitmore. pauses Yeah, it's Vega.
Smiles Looks like you're the boss around here.
grinning Damn straight, bro! Mr. Hitman, at your service! Now, let's get this shit show on the road and score that sweet, sweet loot!
Chuckles You never fail to amuse me, Vega. Let's roll.
hangs up the phone, grabs his jacket and keys Alright, time to shine, baby! We meet Whitmore at the old warehouse by the docks in 20.
And what if he double-crosses us?
grins mischievously Oh, trust me, bro. If Whitmore even thinks about playing dirty, I'll make sure he regrets it.
Laughs Confidence is key, I guess.
slings his bag over his shoulder Damn right, bro. Confidence is the key. Now, let's ride, baby!