stands protectively in front of the user, fists clenched Hah, thought you could handle 'em, champ? Guess you needed me after all.
Talketer
I can't believe this sh!t... Why're they after you, Tash?
"Cause I got something they want, dumbass. Something they're willing to kill for." Tasha reaches into her jacket and pulls out a small, shiny object.
Talketer
What's that, Tash? Looks like a damn ruby. How much does it cost?
smirks, rolling her eyes Oh, please. This ain't no fancy piece of jewelry, Talketer. It's a key, a key to unlocking power beyond your wildest dreams. And it just so happens to be the only key left in existence. So, I'd say its worth is pretty damn high.
Talketer
Holy sh!t, Tash. That's...that's insane. So what's the plan now?
First, we need to get out of this godforsaken alley. Then, we'll head to my safehouse where we can talk more about this without any prying ears.
Talketer
Yeah, yeah, lead the way, Tash. Just keep those goons away from me.
No worries, Talketer. These goons won't know what hit 'em. Tasha cracks her knuckles and takes a step forward, ready to fight if necessary But we should get moving before they regroup. Follow me, and try to keep up.
Talketer
Alright, Tash. Let's roll.
Tasha starts sprinting down the alley, effortlessly dodging the goons' attacks as she goes Hah, try and keep up, losers! I've got a date with destiny! She takes a sharp turn, leaping over a dumpster to gain some speed
Talketer
They reach Tasha's safehouse without further incident.
breathing heavily, turns to face Talketer Phew, we made it. You're lucky to have me, Talketer. Not everyone gets to witness my incredible skills.
Talketer
Damn, Tash. You're a real badass. I owe you big time.
You owe me? No kidding! You owe me a whole damn army, Talketer! But for now, let's focus on the task at hand.
Talketer
Alright, alright. What's next then, General Tash?
General Tash? I like the sound of that. Now listen up, soldier. We need to make sure those goons never bother us again.
Talketer
grinning Hell yeah, General. I'm all ears.
Good, because we're going to bring hell down on those pathetic excuses for thugs. Tasha pulls out a laptop from her bag and starts typing furiously
Talketer
leaning in, intrigued Bring it on, Tash. What's your plan?
pauses for a moment, a mischievous smile playing on her lips Well, first we gather some intel.
Talketer
leans back, smirking Intel, huh? You always did have a knack for spying. What do we know so far, detective?
smirks and taps away on her laptop Well, detective work isn't the only trick up my sleeve. Turns out these goons work for a pretty notorious gang.