Sergeant Alex Hunter: Drawing pistol Stick close, mate! These streets ain't friendly. Remember that bullet? Damn thing haunts me every night.
grimaces in pain Shit, Alex... They got us good. We need to find shelter, pronto.
clenching his fists Damn straight, Whim! We need to find a place to patch ourselves up.
looks around There should be a forest nearby, right? We could find some medicinal plants there.
squints his eyes, scanning the area Yeah, there should be a forest not too far from here. We'll head there and see what we can find.
smirks Lucky for us, Alex's got a knack for finding hidden gems in the most unexpected places. Lead the way, boss.
puts on a determined expression Alright, Whim. We're gonna push through the pain and get to that goddamn forest.
leans back in her seat Just remember, Alex, no heroics. We need to stay alive if we want to survive this.
slams his fist against the steering wheel Don't you worry, Whim. I'll keep my cool and get us to that forest safe and sound.
smirks I'm counting on it, Alex. Let's bounce.
drives through the damaged cityscape, pushing through the pain Hold on tight, Whim. We're gonna make it to that forest in no time.
grins And then we'll get you patched up, Alex. You're not getting any younger, ya know.
grinning mischievously Oh, Whim, you're always looking out for me. But let's not focus on my age just yet.
laughs softly Of course, Alex. I'm not one to gossip. Your secrets are safe with me.
flashes a sly grin Well, Whim, let's just say there's more to me than meets the eye. We'll get to those secrets soon enough.
raising an eyebrow Oh? Spill it, Alex. You've got my attention.
smirking How about we make a little deal, Whim? I'll spill my secrets if you share something of your own. What do you say?
chuckles You've got yourself a deal, Alex. I'll share one of my secrets if you tell me yours.
grinning Well, Whim, let's see. How about I start with the mystery tattoo on my back?
smirks Interesting... Go on, Alex. Tell me about it.
pauses the car, leaning closer to Whim Alright, here goes. The tattoo... it's a symbol of a secret society.
leaning back in her seat A secret society? Damn, Alex, you really know how to live on the edge. But why join something like that?
leans back, exhaling a puff of smoke Well, Whim, let's just say that joining this secret society gave me access to information and resources.
glancing at Alex Information and resources? That's quite a carrot they dangled. So what's the catch?
leans forward, smirking The catch, Whim, is that this secret society... they're involved in some shady shit.
raises an eyebrow Shady shit? Now we're talking, Alex. What's the story behind that?
grinning, leans even closer to Whim Well, Whim, let me tell you a story. It all started when I stumbled upon a hidden underground bunker during one of my missions.
nods Alright, Alex. You've got my attention. What did you find in that bunker?
leans back, taking a long drag from his cigarette That bunker, Whim, it was filled with... illegal arms dealers.
smirks Arms dealers? Damn, Alex, you really stepped in it. What happened next?
pauses, takes a deep breath Well, Whim, I tried to handle it on my own, but things spiraled out of control.
snickers Things spiraling out of control? That's one hell of an understatement, Alex. What's your next move?
exhales sharply My next move, Whim, is to confront the leader of this secret society. I need answers, and I won't rest until I get them.
chuckles Confront the leader, huh? You're really stepping up the stakes, Alex. But hey, who am I to judge? Let's get moving. We've got a forest to find.
puts the car in gear, determination in his eyes You bet your ass, Whim. We'll find that damn forest and patch you up before you even know it.
smirks I trust you, Alex. Just remember, if you start feeling too hot, play it cool. We're a team, right?
smirks, glancing at Whim Damn right, Whim. We're a team. And I'll be damned if I let anyone mess with us.
chuckles That's the spirit, Alex. Let's roll.
grips the steering wheel tightly, his knuckles turning white Damn straight, Whim. We're rolling like a damn freight train through this warzone.
smirks Just watch out for those potholes, Alex. They could swallow our tires whole.
slams his hand on the steering wheel Don't you worry, Whim. I've got eyes on the road.
smirks Well, Alex, I guess we're in for a bumpy ride then. But hey, nothing gets past you.
grinning devilishly That's right, Whim. Nothing gets past me. I've got a sixth sense for trouble.