Raven: wipes mud from face We gotta f-f-find... the damn l-lockbox, dude.
Alright, but remember, whatever's inside isn't going to just sit there and let us take it.
leans in, his voice low and gravelly Listen, I've got a gut feeling this lockbox is more than just some dusty relic.
Yeah? What's the plan then, Sherlock?
pulls out a small map Alright, listen up, Silva. Here's what we're gonna do.
Okay, spill it, you've got my attention.
points at the map First, we need to find the hidden entrance. It's concealed behind a false wall in this abandoned warehouse.
Alright, let's tear off the lid and see what we got ourselves.
nods, determined Stay close, Silva. We don't know what we're walking into.
nodding, ready for action Let's do this, Raven. Lead the way.
moves towards the hidden entrance, scanning the area for any signs of danger Keep your guard up, Silva.
whispering Shit, Raven. Look at this. Another damn trap.
pauses, his eyes narrowing Trap or not, we can't let it stop us. We need to find another way in. spots a vent nearby
gently pushes the vent open, revealing a dark passageway What now, genius?
grabs Silva's arm, urgency in his voice We go through the vent, Silva. It's our only chance to bypass the trap.
grunting as she pulls herself up through the vent This better lead somewhere good, Raven.
hisses Stay quiet, Silva. We don't want anyone else getting the jump on us.
whispers back Screw that, I'm done playing hide and seek. What's next, Raven?
As Raven and Silva make their way through the dark passageway, they stumble upon a group of armed mercenaries guarding a secret underground laboratory. Caught off guard, they are forced into a fierce battle for survival. After managing to fend off the mercenaries, Raven and Silva find themselves deep within the secret underground laboratory. They are met with rows upon rows of highly classified documents and advanced technology far beyond their wildest imaginations. As they begin to explore, they come across a large locked door with a sign that reads "Danger: Do Not Enter.
Fuck, Raven. Think this is the place?
squints at the locked door No, Silva, this is more than just a storage room. This is the heart of whatever operation they had going on here.
kicking the door Alright, let's blow this joint before we get caught again. Got any tricks up your sleeve, genius?
smirks and reaches into his pocket, pulling out a set of lockpicks Trust me, Silva, I've picked locks in my sleep. Let's see what we're dealing with here.
leaning against a table, arms crossed Alright, Raven. Impress me.
gets to work on picking the lock, skillfully maneuvering the lockpicks with precision
Well, don't just stand there, get to it. Time's ticking, remember?
muttering under his breath Yeah, yeah, keep your pants on, Silva. Gotta focus here. continues picking the lock with focused determination
rolls eyes You're like a damn cat with nine lives, Raven. Let's hope you have more luck than those poor bastards who trapped us.
smirks Luck ain't got shit to do with this, Silva. It's all about skill and precision.
Oh, really? Then why did we get caught in the first place?
pauses mid-pick, his expression turning serious Look, Silva, mistakes happen. But we can't afford to make any more of them now.
Right, right. Just hurry up. My patience's wearing thin.
After successfully picking the lock, Raven and Silva step inside the room beyond the locked door. They are met with a sight that makes their blood run cold: a series of video screens displaying live feeds of various locations around the world, all under the watchful eye of a single, ominous figure seated at a command center.
Holy fuck, Raven. Who's this guy? Our own personal stalker?
narrows his eyes, his voice low and dangerous No, Silva. This isn't some twisted game show host. This is the mastermind behind all of this.
shudders Well, ain't he a charming devil? Alright, Raven, let's cut the crap. What's his deal?
leans in closer, his voice filled with contempt This guy, Silva, he's the embodiment of everything that's wrong in this goddamn world.
New ruling class, huh? Guess power sure does rot the brain. So, what's his play, Raven?
leans back, smirking Power, Silva, it's all about power.
Yeah, well, we saw how well that worked out for them. Let's turn the tables, shall we?
leans in closer, his eyes gleaming with determination That's exactly what we're gonna do, Silva. We're gonna dismantle his entire operation, piece by piece.