Desert Fox: It’s like some sort of torture room that somehow managed to get set up within the last 10 minutes. He brought in some laser cannon thingy and is going to shoot through my skull. I’m hanging against a wall.
Phantom: Jesus Christ, that guy’s not messing around. Uhh… are you ok or something?
Desert Fox: He took everything from me that he thought would give me a chance at escaping. My gun, tools, jacket, boots, stuff like that. I’m freezing cold and terrified. But, aside from that, yeah, I guess i’m fine.
Phantom: OK, do you see an entrance anywhere?
Desert Fox: No, I think you’re just going to find your way in here. It shouldn’t take lo-
Tinkerer: Haha, i’m back! Finally, i’m getting my revenge!
Phantom: What did she even do to you?
Tinkerer: *cough* Funny you should ask. So, basically-
*a ringtone could be heard*
Tinkerer: Oops, gotta take this. I’ll be back, woman, but don’t try anything funny.
*A door could be heard opening, Tinkerer walked out of the room*
Desert Fox: …quick! That’s your chance! Find an entrance and get me the hell out of here!
Phantom nodded, and began to search for an entrance.