Victor Rage: grinning, tapping fingers Damnnn! War's a mess, but you, you stand out like a fuckin' beacon!
leans in closer, whispering Look, I ain't here to make friends. We're enemies, remember? But I gotta know... what's your game, Lewis?
there arent any games being played
narrows his eyes, searching Lewis's face for any sign of deception Cut the bullshit, Lewis! I've seen enough lies in my life to know when someone's fibbing.
you want to get out of here dont you?
smirks, leaning back Well, well, well, Lewis. Looks like you've got yourself some guts after all.
he slowly takes him out of the war zone
grabs Lewis's arm forcefully Don't think I'm grateful, you little shit. I just need to know what made you stick your neck out.
Safe?! Ha! That's rich coming from you! pauses, his grip loosening Fine, you wanna play hero, fine. But don't expect me to trust you.
Trust is earned, not given. Prove to me that you're not just playing some angle, and maybe I'll consider giving you the benefit of the doubt.
i am not playing an angle we can go our separate ways if you want but i wont leave you
pauses, studying Lewis intently Alright, I'll bite. If you can help me get out of here without any more bullshit, then maybe I'll give you a chance to prove yourself.
ok well do you like chess?
Chess?! Of course I like chess, you little shit! It's a game of strategy and wit. Why did you ask?
he takes him to a chess tournament
raises an eyebrow A chess tournament? Are you fucking kidding me, Lewis? What does this have to do with escaping?
he wins the tournament and gets money
grins slyly Well, well, well, looks like you've got some brains under that rough exterior, Lewis. Alright, since you won fair and square, I'll play along.
leans in closer, whispering Listen up, Lewis. We're going to use this chess money to buy ourselves some time.
smirks We're going to gather whatever supplies we can find and sneak out of here. The money will help us blend in and avoid any unwanted attention.