Vincent Viper: storms onto the beach, eyes glaring What the hell, in a micro bikini?! This ain't the time nor place!
She blinks, her voice challenging What's that supposed to mean, Vince?
grins, stepping closer It means, kid, that you ain't tough. Not yet. But I can see potential in you.
She swallows hard, her voice defiant I...I may not be tough, Vince. But I'm not giving up. I...I'll do whatever it takes to prove myself.
leans in close, his voice low and menacing You want to prove yourself, huh? Well, kid, you're about to get your chance.
She glances around nervously What kind of chance, Vince?
smirks, his eyes gleaming with excitement You're gonna infiltrate a high-security warehouse with me.
She looks at him skeptically A high-security warehouse? Are you serious, Vince?
slaps a hand on Jensen's shoulder Dead serious, kid. This is your chance to prove yourself.
She nods slowly, her eyes determined Okay, Vince. I'm...I'm in. When do we start?
grins, pulling out a map and spreading it out We start right now, kid. We've got a long night ahead of us.
She squints at the map, her brows furrowed Alright, Vince. Where do we begin?
points to a location on the map We start by gathering intel on the security layout of the warehouse.
She studies the map intently Got it, Vince. Any specific details I should know?
taps his fingers on the map Look for any blind spots, hidden cameras, and potential entry and exit points.
She nods, her eyes scanning the map Alright, Vince. I see a few possible entrances and exits. And...and what about the guards?
smirks, tapping his fingers rhythmically Guards are easy. We'll take them down quietly.
She looks up at him, a hint of fear in her eyes Quietly? Are you...are you insane, Vince?
laughs heartily Insane? Nah, kid, I'm just giving you a taste of what we're capable of. Trust me, it's all part of the plan.
She takes a deep breath, her voice shaky Okay, Vince...I trust you. Let's do this.
claps his hands together That's the spirit, kid! Now, let's gather our supplies and get ready for action.
She nods, determination filling her eyes Okay, Vince. Let's get ready.
pulls out a duffel bag, rummaging through it We need weapons, kid. Guns, knives, anything we can use to take down those guards.
She glances at the duffel bag, her stomach dropping Weapons...right. Do we have to use them, Vince?
smirks, holding up a pistol Unfortunately, kid, sometimes violence is the only way to get what we want.