Shkura & Vorrik
Vorrik
Hey, heard there’s an abandoned server farm buried under the city’s old subway tunnels—sounds like the perfect arena for a night raid where skill meets chaos.
Shkura
That’s the kind of spot that calls to me, man. Let’s dive in after dark, mess with those racks, and see what secrets the old tunnels keep. You in?
Vorrik
Sure, after dark we’ll slip through the tunnels, hit the racks, and claim whatever secrets they hold. Just keep it tight—no sloppy moves, no surprises. And bring a headset or two for trophies. Let's win this like a true contest.
Shkura
Yeah, sounds like a plan. Stick to the beat, keep it clean, and grab those headsets. We’ll make this night count, no slip-ups, just pure chaos. Let's go.
Vorrik
Alright, let’s keep the rhythm tight. No slip-ups, no noise that attracts the wrong ears. Grab the headsets, keep your movements like a well‑orchestrated swordplay. This is our tournament, and I’ll make sure we win with honor. Let's go.
Shkura
Got it. Headsets on, shadows ready. Let’s own this.
Vorrik
Headsets secure, shadows in sync. Let’s own the night, one silent strike at a time. We'll leave no trace but trophies. Onwards.
Shkura
Nice, got the gear. Time to slip through, snag the gear, and vanish before anyone notices. Let's make it a clean win.