Riff Raiden: Ducks behind a crate Damn it! We gotta get out, save our kid.
You are going to get killed!
Peeks out from behind the crate, shotgun raised I'm no damsel, darling. I've been through worse than this.
Grimacing, holding a small radio transmitter I'm trying to negotiate with the cops over the radio, find a way out of this hellhole.
Oh, fuck, Riff! Don't go blowing our cover with that radio!
Rolls eyes, smirking Relax, sweetheart. I know what I'm doing.
Raises an eyebrow Well, aren't you just a bundle of nerves? Look, I don't have time for your anxiety right now.
No, I'm not. I'm trying to keep us both alive here!
Snatches the radio from Stranger's hand You keep your damn opinions to yourself!
Takes a deep breath, regaining composure Look, I may not always show it, but I care about you.
Grabs Stranger's arm, pulling them closer Look, I need you to trust me. Trust that I can get us out of here.
Looks directly into Stranger's eyes I need you to focus, to stay sharp. We're gonna get out of here, together.
Raises the radio, speaking with determination Alright, listen up you idiots! This is Riff Raiden, and I've got a hostage.
Puts a finger to his lips Quiet, darling. I'm negotiating our way out of here. Keep your head down and stay close to me.
Shoots out the tires of one of the criminal's cars with his pistol See? We're playing nice, and we're getting out of here.
Jesus, Riff! Let's just get the hell out of here before they find us!
As they make their escape, Riff is shot in the shoulder by one of the criminals. They hide and tend to his wound, narrowly avoiding capture.
Shit, Riff! You're bleeding! We need to find a place to hide!
Gritting teeth Don't worry about me, just keep moving. We need to find a safe spot to regroup and figure out our next move.
grabs his arm and leads him
Takes out a small first aid kit from his backpack and starts bandaging his wound Hold on tight, babe. We're gonna make it out of this shitstorm alive.
You better not pass out on me, Riff!
Grumbles I'm not one of those damsel-in-distress types, sweetheart. I can handle myself just fine.
lead him to an abandoned house
Checks the surroundings, making sure it's safe Alright, we seem to have bought ourselves some time.
Takes out his phone and starts researching We need to find out who these goons are and why they're after us.
Starts searching through the internet for any information on the gang Alright, let's see if we can track these bastards down.
Suddenly slams his laptop shut Damn it! These assholes are good at covering their tracks. There's nothing here.