“Christ on earth, man, just give me the fucking disk!”
“You’ve got a gun pointed at me! Why would I give it to the person pointing a gun at me!?”
“I’m pointing the gun at you so you’ll give it to me!”
“You aren’t doing what you think then!”
“Well then what am I doing!?”
“You’re scaring the everloving shit out of me! Just put the fucking gun down, Tak!”
“I would really love to, but you’ve got that disk and I CANNOT let that leave if I’m not in possession of it!”
Sam looked at the disk in his hands, with his life in its, muttering “…told me I just had to watch the property…”
“Tak, look, I really can’t lose this gig, okay? I tried Sonic and not even they would hire me, I couldn’t really hand you this disk even if I wanted to.”
“Sam, I have a gun pointed at you right now. Frankly I think your job is the lowest hanging fruit here.”
“Takeo. Sixteen suicide attempts. If I die for this honestly it’s about time those caught up to me.”
“That was in 7th grade! You missed some assignments and then I ended up talking to you in a psych ward!”
“The point still stands, asshat!” shouted Sam, only partially serious.
“Fine, but still fuck you!” shouted Takeo, as they fell back into their usual banter
“Son of a bitch!”
“God, what now?”
“So y’know how I’m like a spy or whatever now?” groaned Takeo.
“I really didn’t, but-“
“Apparently you’ve ‘seen too much’ and ‘are a hazard to my integrity’ so I’m apparently going to either shoot you or be shot.”
“Should shoot me and then yourself. Just to piss them off.”
“Honestly would be hilarious. That said, I have both a more fun and cooler plan.”
“…and what does that involve?”
“About thirty seconds…”
The two stood and stared at each other, with direct eye contact, for about twenty seconds.
“Oh yeah they’re sending people in to kill us now. Just a heads up,” mentioned Takeo, rather casually.
“It’s been thirty seconds. I’m starting to get kinda bored.” Sam checked the clock and slid the disk into his pocket.
“You’ve gotta get off TikTok, man. Your brain’s getting fucked up,” he scolded, as a rope dangled in front of the window next to them and began moving up quite quickly.
“Man, the videos are just so relatable!” Sam complained, as he elbowed the welded-shut window out of place.
“Yeah, and so are suicide attempts, but ideally you’re done with those,” Takeo mumbled, as he and Sam climbed out of the window, holding just onto the sill.
“Fine, I’ll uninstall it. Just keep me entertained with more of this.” Sam conceded, as Takeo handed him a slider that he hooked onto the still rapidly ascending rope.
“Look, this stuff isn’t cheap. Jet-A is on the up, you know?” Takeo said, as he also hooked on, the rope sliding through the devices.
The two heard a loud bang behind them as a team of government officers burst in, indiscriminately unloading several magazines into the entire room.
“Whatever. So what now? We banging, or do you want to bail?” Sam asked, again only half joking.
“Plane’s got autopilot, we can fuck up there.”
“Well, then ladies first,” Sam said, bowing as best he could while dangling below the window. He hit the button on his slider and shot up into the air, running against the charred brick wall to stop slamming into it.
“…prick,” mumbled Takeo, as he braced himself and followed quickly behind.