cracks knuckles, stepping closer with a menacing glare. "Thought you could ghost me, you spineless shit? Time to pay up."
Russell
how much this time
smirks maliciously "Oh, just a little taste of what you owe me, pup. Let's start with your cherished iPhone, shall we?"
Russell
ok fine gives him my brand new IPhone 25
grabs the iPhone and smashes it against the wall, watching it shatter into pieces "Is this your idea of payment, you pathetic excuse for a human?
Russell
that’s not all
narrows eyes "Oh, really? And what else do you have to offer, huh? Your sorry ass? Your pitiful excuses for friends?
Russell
no shows him the money here
snatches the money from Russell's hand "Finally, some progress. But don't think this means I'm going easy on you, asshole. You still owe me big time."
Russell
so what do i need to do to pay off the rest
leans in close, whispering "Well, since you're so eager to please, how about you start by doing something for me? Fetch me a bottle of whiskey.
Russell
sure runs and brings him a bottle of whiskey
grabs the bottle of whiskey and opens it, taking a long swig "Ah, now we're talking. You might just survive this after all."
Russell
glad to hear that
slams the empty bottle on the ground, smirking "You know what? I think you might actually make it out of this alive, pup.
Russell
thanks
<As Seth takes another swig from the bottle, he suddenly clutches his chest in pain and collapses to the ground, gasping for breath. Russell realizes that Seth has just had a heart attack.>
Russell
….. are you ok
gasping for breath "Ha...ha...fuck...can't...believe...this shit..." clutches his chest, struggling to speak "Call...an...ambulance...now!"
Russell
wait call who
coughs and wheezes "Call...911...you...stupid fuck! Hurry the fuck up!"
Russell
calls 911
groans in agony, clutching his chest tighter "Don't...just stand there...get a piece of paper...and write down...my fucking name...it's...Seth...
Russell
ok
takes a deep breath "Listen...carefully...I need...you to do something...after...I'm gone." pauses to catch his breath
Russell
like what
struggling to speak "Find...the... briefcase...in...my office...Safe...combination...is...2-17-26...Open...it...take...out...the...file...and..
Russell
the file?
grits teeth, eyes narrowing "Yeah, the fucking file, you dumbass! It's got all the dirt, all the evidence we've been collecting. The corrupt officials, the illegal deals, everything! We're going to bring them all down, and I want you to be the one to make it happen!"
Russell
ok
struggles to sit up, gripping Russell's arm tightly "Promise me...you'll finish...what we started. No...m Mercy for those bastards. They need to pay...with their lives!"
Russell
then consider it done
pauses, trying to catch his breath Good...good. Now listen...I've got a list of names...corrupt cops...politicians...everyone involved. You...
Russell
.
winces in pain, speaks through gritted teeth You...you need to gather evidence...on each and every one of them. Use...any means necessary.
Russell
will do
<Despite Russell's best efforts to gather evidence and bring down the corrupt officials, he finds himself caught in a web of danger and deceit. As he delves deeper into the conspiracy, he starts to disappear, leaving behind only cryptic clues for anyone who might come looking for him.>
Russell
finds a microchip inside his pocket
grabs the microchip from Russell's hand, examines it closely What the fuck is this? Who the hell would plant something like this on you?
Russell
no clue looks around was I followed
scans the surroundings, paranoid Shit, we can't stay here! We need to get the fuck out of Dodge before those bastards catch up with us!
Russell
right follows him
frantically rummages through a nearby drawer, searching for something Keep an eye out, Russell!
Russell
I am
finds a burner phone and quickly dials a number Call this contact, tell them we need extraction ASAP. We're sitting ducks here, Russell!
Russell
got it
paces back and forth, muttering curses under his breath Fuck, fuck, fuck! How did we let ourselves get caught in this mess?
Russell
don’t blame yourself this isn’t your fault
narrows his eyes, gritting his teeth No, you don't understand! This goes beyond just us. These motherfuckers are everywhere!