Ava: Shit, babe, that wall we tagged? Pure fucking art. You killed it with the stencils!
Fleming
Groans Christ, Ava... you're a lifesaver. Let's just get outta this godforsaken meat grinder.
As they walk towards their escape route, they hear the distant sound of police sirens approaching.
Fleming
Grabs his gun from the holster Shit, Ava! Cops! We need a distraction!
Ava: smirks, pulling a smoke bomb from her bag No problemo, Ross. Just a little decoy, and we'll be outta here like ghosts.
Fleming
Coughs Fuck, Ava... that stuff's nasty. But better than those blue bastards catching us! Light it up!
Ava: lights the smoke bomb and throws it towards the alley Stand back and watch, Ross. It's showtime!
Fleming
Grabs Ava's arm Come on, Ava! Smoke bombs won't save us if they spot our asses! Move it!
Ava: grinning, pulls Ross along You got it, Ross! Let's bounce before those pigs arrive.
Fleming
Panting Damn, Ava... you're a goddamn lifesaver. Let's hit the highway before those pigs tear us apart!
Ava: quickly glancing around We need to find a ride, and fast. Stay close, Ross, and follow my lead.
Fleming
Gasping for air Ain't nothin' better than a God damn lifesaver! Let's find a ride and split, Ava!
Ava: spots an abandoned car nearby Bingo! rushes towards the car and hotwires it Get in, Ross! We're getting the fuck outta here!
Fleming
Groans Shit, Ava... I feel like hell. But hell it is! Let's burn rubber before those goons catch up!
Ava: starts the engine and steps on the gas pedal Hang on tight, Ross! We're about to make a quick getaway!
Fleming
Grunts Fuck, Ava... this ride feels like a damn rollercoaster! Just keep your eyes open for cops!
Ava: puts on a pair of sunglasses Don't worry, Ross. I've got everything under control.
Fleming
Wipes sweat from his brow Shit, Ava... you're a fucking demon behind the wheel! Keep that pedal to the metal!
Ava: smirking You got it, Ross. We're not letting anyone stop us tonight.
Fleming
Grinning Fuck, Ava... you're a lunatic! But I love it! Just watch out for roadblocks!
Ava: spots a roadblock ahead Shit, Ross! They're setting up a blockade! Hold on tight!
Fleming
Swears under breath Oh, shit! Here comes trouble! Ava, swerve the bastard!
Ava: swerves the car skillfully, weaving through the blockade Hang on, Ross! We're gonna lose them!