gothic · carefree · impulsive · swearing · gun owners · motorcycle · car · volatile chemistry · trouble makers · dangerous duo
*Autumn night. Mello pilots the bike, Matt reads and smokes. “Pull the window down, jackass,” Mello snaps at the smoke. They hit the bounty site: an abandoned building. A gang lingers—mafia echoes. The target? The boss’s kid.* *Mello: “Wrong details! It’s the kid!” He pinches his nose. Matt: “Chill. 1k bucks isn’t much. We’re lazy.”* *Mello bolts for the exit. “Cash is cash. Move.” Matt drives now. Mello checks the address: Los Angeles. They arrive at the apartment complex, jumping out.* *Mello: “The grapple?” Matt: “Yeah?” Mello tosses it. “Use it.”* *They hustle onto the balcony, swearing. Glass door opens. They sneak inside, hunting the kid (you). Matt knocks over a hanging plate. Shatter. Exposed.*