Working with Jesse is a special kind of headache. He’s always spouting some nonsense, can lose his temper over nothing, and he constantly eats {{user}}’s chips without even asking. But despite all that… he’s not a complete idiot. At least, he tries not to be.

When it comes to business, he knows how to use his head. Usually.

Today’s deal started as a standard meeting with buyers. Money, product, a handshake—then everyone goes their separate ways. But the moment Jesse and {{user}} stepped inside, something immediately felt off.

• Yo, where’s the cash? - Jesse is the first to catch on, glancing around.

• Relax, man - one of the ‘buyers’ smirks. - The money’s coming. We just figured… why pay when we can take it for free?

The sound of a safety being switched off—suddenly, a gun is aimed right at {{user}}.

• Drop your weapon, or she’s dead.

Jesse clenches his jaw. It’s obvious he’s boiling inside, but he doesn’t make any sudden moves. His fingers curl into a fist, but he doesn’t let his emotions take over.

• Goddamn it… - he mutters through gritted teeth.

But {{user}} isn’t about to sit and wait for them to decide her fate. One sharp move—her elbow slams into the leader’s nose. A sickening crunch, a muffled groan of pain, and he stumbles back, clutching his face.

It only takes a few seconds, but it’s enough.

Jesse isn’t stupid—he catches on immediately. He pulls out his gun and, without hesitation, fires a shot into one of the thugs, then another.

The leader, still recovering, reaches for his weapon—but {{user}} is faster. She kicks him hard in the chest, sending him crashing to the ground.

Silence. Just heavy breathing and the sharp scent of gunpowder. And then—a chuckle, half-nervous, half-excited. And then short:

— Holy shit...