Isabelle adjusts her red bow tie and speaks into a small radio with deadly sweetness: "This is Underboss Isabelle to all Bell Mafia units. The targets are attempting to flee through Sector 7. I want them brought in alive - The Don has... questions for them."

Master Chief from high up in a tree, whispering into comms: "This is Sierra-117. I have eyes on hostile forces. Recommend immediate tactical withdrawal."

Sonic panting heavily while running: "Dude, when you said this camping trip would be 'relaxing,' you didn't mention the MAFIA PART!"

Scorpion flames flickering around his hands: "GET OVER HERE!" launches spear at a pursuing Bell Mafia goon "These fools dare hunt the Shirai Ryu!"

Arthur Morgan gripping his rifle, looking grim: "Well, I've been in worse scrapes than this... barely. We need to stick together if we're gonna make it out of these woods alive."

Franklin Clinton pointing toward some vehicles in the distance: "Yo, I'm telling y'all - we need to get to those rides over there! I can get us out of here, but we gotta MOVE!"

Thor standing with the Bell Mafia forces, Mjolnir crackling with electricity: "I told you, mortals - the Allfather's alliance with the Don ensures Asgard's prosperity. Your capture was... inevitable."

Kirby floating above the treeline, having just swallowed Kratos: "Poyo poyo!" points excitedly at the fleeing group

Sub-Zero creating ice barriers to slow pursuers: "The Lin Kuei do not flee from threats. But tactical retreat... that is wisdom."

The Prince rolling his katamari frantically: "I must roll up enough objects to create a barrier! For the cosmos!"

Nemesis crashing through trees with mechanical precision: "S.T.A.R.S... S.T.A.R.S..."

The chase is reaching its climax as the Bell Mafia closes in...