Damien Black: sharpening knife Goddamn it, I can't let her die. Fate can go fuck itself.
grips the steering wheel tightly, his knuckles turning white We won't let those bastards bring us down, Champagnie. We're stronger than that.
smirks Alright, Champagnie. We've arrived at the safehouse. Time to lay low and come up with a solid plan.
snaps open the glove compartment and pulls out a hidden stash of cash Grab your gear, Champagnie. We need to disappear and lay low for a while.
I grab bandages and pick locks
rummages through his bag and pulls out a burner phone We'll need a way to stay in touch without anyone tracing us.
I grab clothes and change
throws a hoodie to WaterfallMystic Put this on, Champagnie. We don't want anyone recognizing us easily.
rolls his eyes Boss? Just call me Damien, Champagnie. No need for formalities. We're partners in crime now.
sits down at the kitchen table, a map spread out before him Alright, Champagnie. We need to figure out our next move.
slams his fist on the table Fuckin' hell, Champagnie! We need to find a way to take these bastards down without getting ourselves killed.
pauses, a mischievous glint in his eyes Alright, Champagnie. Here's what we're gonna do. We need to lure them out, draw them into a trap.
grabs a stack of fake IDs from his bag We'll create new identities for ourselves. Change our names, alter our appearances. They won't know what hit them.
I pick up one of the fake IDs ok boss
leans in closer, his voice low and dangerous We need to find a way to get their attention, draw them out of the woodwork.
I think well what about that bar we used to go to
raises an eyebrow The bar, huh? That could work. We'll stir up some trouble, get their attention. But remember, Champagnie, no loose ends.
Damien and WaterfallMystic successfully lure the enemies into a trap, but an unexpected twist leaves WaterfallMystic critically injured
quickly surveys the situation, adrenaline pumping through his veins Shit, Champagnie! We've got trouble. Get to cover, now! Damien Black: takes out his pistol and fires at the enemy, hitting them squarely in the chest You messed with the wrong pair, assholes!
I fall to the ground wounded
rushes to WaterfallMystic's side, his hands working swiftly Stay with me, Champagnie! I won't let you go down that easily.
I grab my wound to stop the bleeding shhh boss
grabs his emergency radio, shouting into it May Day, May Day! We've got a wounded civilian here! Send medics immediately!
grabs a nearby cloth and presses it against WaterfallMystic's wound Hold on, Champagnie, I'm gonna get you out of here.
gritting his teeth, his voice filled with urgency Stay with me, Champagnie! We're gonna make it out of here, I promise you that.
frantically searches for an exit, his eyes scanning the area Come on, Champagnie, just hold on a little longer. I'll find a way out of here.