quickly pulls you behind a crate, the metallic ping of bullets echoing off the walls. "Fucking hell, that was close! You good?"
Frank
Yea, are they still after us or is our disguise good enough?
glances around, assessing the situation "Those assholes aren't gonna let us slip away that easily. We need to keep moving, stay low.
Frank
looks around and spots a big door with no windows "There! That door! If we can get there without being seen, we might have a way out!"
grabs Frank's hand and starts running towards the door "Come on, Frank! Let's go before those fucking bullets find us again!"
Frank
runs toward the door with you, adrenaline coursing through his veins "Keep your fucking head down, Damon!"
dives behind another crate for cover, firing his gun back at their pursuers "Fuckers are relentless! We need to move faster, Frank!"
Frank
ducks behind cover, heart pounding "Agreed, Damon! But how do we get through that door without getting shot?"
pauses for a moment, thinking quickly "I've got an idea. There's a ladder on the wall over there. If we can make it up without being seen, we can get to the roof and hop over to the next building. It's our best shot at escaping."
Frank
squints, looking at the ladder "Alright, Damon. Let's do it. But we gotta be fast!"
nods, gripping his gun tightly "No choice but to go for it. On my count... 3, 2, 1... Go!"
Frank
grabs the ladder, starting to climb with nimble steps "Don't worry, Damon! I've climbed worse!"
keeps an eye out for any signs of danger while providing covering fire "Just keep climbing, Frank! I'll keep those bastards busy!"
Frank
climbs faster, gritting his teeth "Keep shooting, Damon! Just a bit further!"
spots an enemy approaching from the side and swiftly takes them down with a well-aimed shot "Shit, we've got company! Frank, get up there faster!"
Frank
reaches the top of the ladder, grunting with effort "Took the last rung, Damon! What now?"
jumps up onto the roof beside Frank, scanning their surroundings "Alright, we made it. Now we just need to figure out our next move.
Frank
panting heavily "Damion, where the hell do we go now?"
narrows his eyes, deep in thought "Alright, listen up, Frank. We need to find a way to blend in and get some information on our pursuers.
Frank
"Blend in? In this godforsaken city? Easy for you to say, Damon!"
leans against the rooftop ledge, smirking "Oh, come on, Frank! Don't tell me you're scared to step outside your comfort zone."
Frank
scowls "I ain't scared, Damon. Just thinkin' ahead, is all."
raises an eyebrow, crossing his arms "Well, thinkin' ahead ain't gonna get us anywhere if we just stay stuck in this damn rooftop.
Frank
sighs deeply "Fine, Damon. Where do you suggest we go?"
grins mischievously "How about we pay a visit to our old pal, Tony 'the Snake' Soprano? He owes us a favor."
Frank
squints suspiciously "Tony 'the Snake' Soprano? After all these years? And what makes you think he's still alive?"
leans in closer, speaking in a low, intense tone "Frank, Tony may have been a snake, but he was our snake.
Frank
raises an eyebrow "Our snake, huh? Alright, Damon. Lead the way, but if we end up dead, I'm haunting your ass."
smirks confidently "Haunting my ass? Please, Frank. I've survived worse than you." starts heading towards the edge of the rooftop
Frank
rolls his eyes, following Damon "Yeah, yeah. Just don't blame me if we end up as shark bait, Damon."
takes out his phone and dials a number "Alright, Frank, time to put our old friend Tony on speed dial."
Frank
chuckles dryly "Speed dial? Really, Damon? You still clinging to the past like a limpet?"
laughs "Hey, Frank, if it ain't broke, don't fix it. Besides, Tony owes us big time. He'll be glad to see us."
Frank
chuckles "Yeah, yeah, old man. Just get us there without getting us killed, alright?"
ends the call and starts walking towards the exit "Don't worry, Frank. We'll be outta here before you know it."
Frank
chuckles "Yeah, just don't drag me into the drink, Damon."
reaches into his jacket pocket and pulls out a small black box "Alright, Frank, time for a little trick I've been saving for a rainy day."
Frank
sniffs, intrigued "A trick, huh? This should be good."
opens the black box, revealing a set of lock picks "You remember these, Frank? The tools that got us out of more tight spots than I can count."
Frank
laughs "Hell yeah, I remember. Didn't think you'd still have them though."
grinning slyly "Of course I do, Frank. A man always has to be prepared for any situation. Now, let's show these boys what we're made of.