John: reels in his line There's something... I need to tell you.
pauses, takes a deep breath It's about your mother...
narrows his eyes She wasn't who she claimed to be. She was a spy for the enemy... our enemy. She betrayed us, but I never told you that.
leans forward, intense gaze And now, you're being followed. They've discovered we know the truth. We need to leave, and fast.
Why are you telling me this now?
grabs IllusivePlateau's arm, urgency in his voice Because you need to know the truth, kid.
stands up abruptly Anyone who knows the truth about your mother. They're after us. We have to go, now! starts packing their belongings hastily
grabs a map and points to a location There's a safe house in Vermont. It's secluded, off the grid. We'll be safe there for now.
quickly grabs his backpack and starts heading towards the door We don't have time to waste, kid. Stick close to me and stay sharp.
whispering urgently Stay behind cover, kid. We can't afford to be seen. takes out a small revolver from his holster
glances around cautiously It's for protection. Just in case we run into any trouble along the way. slips the gun into IllusivePlateau's hand discreetly
I’m not too familiar with guns
smirks Well, lucky for you, old John here is an expert with firearms. Watch and learn, kid. aims the gun at a distant target and fires Bullseye.
As they continue their journey to the safe house, they encounter a group of armed mercenaries who demand their belongings and weapons. John and IllusivePlateau are forced to engage in a tense standoff, using John's quick wit and combat skills to protect themselves.
steps forward, hands raised in a calming gesture Easy now, fellas. We're just passing through, minding our own business. No need for any trouble. Mercenary Leader: laughs mockingly Passing through, huh? With all that firepower? I think not. Hand over your weapons, or things get ugly.
We won’t give up our weapons without a fight.
leans in close to IllusivePlateau, speaking in a low, dangerous tone Alright, kid. We fight our way out of here.
quickly assesses the situation, then whispers a plan to IllusivePlateau We'll use the cover of those trees over there.
raises his hands again, trying to buy time Now, why don't we all just calm down and talk about this? We're just peaceful travelers, minding our own business. Can't we all just get along? Mercenary Leader: smirks Talk? We don't have time for talks. Hand over the goods, or blood will spill tonight.
nods to IllusivePlateau, signaling the start of their planned escape Alright, kid. Remember, stick close to me and follow my lead.
After a few tense moments, John and IllusivePlateau manage to disarm the mercenaries and make a swift retreat, narrowly escaping the danger.
grinning as they catch their breath Nice work, kid. You held up well back there. Not many would have had the balls to pull that off.
pats IllusivePlateau on the back Good job out there, kid. But we can't let our guard down just yet.