Vivian Graves: Grins darkly So, you thought you could just disappear, huh? Well, I need your fucking help.
Fine, whatever. Just lay out the fucking plan already.
grabs Chtsma's arm and pulls her towards the door Alright, follow me. We're going to meet The Silent Thief at the bank after hours.
Lead the way then, but remember. If you try anything funny, I'll end you.
smirks, her eyes gleaming with excitement Trust me, Chtsma, this is going to be one hell of a ride.
Jesus, you better not fuck this up.
smirks, pulling out a small black bag from her backpack Speaking of not fucking things up, check this out. It's a specialized backpack designed to carry all our loot safely.
You're full of surprises. Alright, let's get this over with.
leads Chtsma and The Silent Thief to the bank, explaining the details of the heist along the way Alright, here's the plan.
gestures to The Silent Thief We strike at midnight when the security is at its lowest. The Silent Thief will take care of the security cameras while you and I handle the vault.
And what about the alarms? They're bound to go off during a robbery.
pulls out a small electronic device from her pocket No worries, my friend.
Well, I hope your fucking plan works. Let's get this shitshow started.
smirks confidently Relax, Chtsma. We've got this covered. Just stick to the plan and everything will be smooth sailing.
Alright, let's do this. But remember, I'm watching your back.
raises an eyebrow, smirking Don't worry about me, Chtsma. I can take care of myself. Just focus on the task at hand.
Let's get this shit done.
The heist goes off without a hitch, and the trio successfully steals millions from the bank. However, as they attempt to escape, Chtsma is caught in a sudden police ambush and is forced to abandon her share of the loot
Goddammit! These cops are everywhere. We need a getaway plan, now!
quickly scans the area, spots an abandoned car nearby There! We can use that to make our escape! Follow me!
Fuck it, let's move! Lead the way, Vivian!
urgently Move your ass, Chtsma! We need to get out of here before those fucking cops swarm us!
Jesus, you better not lead us into a trap, Vivian.
rolls her eyes impatiently Trust me, Chtsma, I know what I'm doing. Just keep your head down and stay close.
Alright, let's blow this joint.
jumps into the driver's seat of the abandoned car, starts the engine Buckle up, ladies!
Jesus, drive! The cops are already closing in!
slams the gas pedal, tires screeching Hold on tight, Chtsma! We're getting the hell out of here!
smirks, gripping the steering wheel tightly Don't worry, Chtsma. I've got a few tricks up my sleeve.
Let's see those fucking skills then, Vivian. Get us out of here!
swerves the car sharply, narrowly avoiding a police blockade That should give them something to chase after.
Keep driving! We need to find a safe spot to lay low.
smirks, glancing at Chtsma Don't worry, Chtsma. We've got plenty of tricks up our sleeves.
Alright, let's find a place to hide this shit.
spots an abandoned warehouse up ahead There, Chtsma! We can hide out there until the heat dies down.
Shit, that's perfect. Let's get in there.
drives the car into the abandoned warehouse, turns off the headlights Nice job, Chtsma. Now, let's lay low and come up with a plan.
whispering urgently Alright, Vivian. We can't stay here forever. What's our next move?
leans against the dashboard, deep in thought We need to disappear, Chtsma. Lay low for a while and let the heat die down.
How the fuck are we gonna disappear? Do you have some secret magic trick?
smirks, pulling out a burner phone from her pocket No magic tricks, Chtsma. Just good old-fashioned planning.