| The Protagonist leaves the Agency. When replaying this setup, the dialogue starts from here. The Protagonist gets a call from Franklin and Imani. |
| Franklin: |
Hey, y'all, let's get our heads together. Look, I'm on my way to Dre's place right now... How we lookin', Imani? |
| Imani: |
Good. I have the promoter in the penthouse at the Diamond as of right now. Got all the schematics and building plans ready to roll. |
| Franklin: |
Alright, that's cool. And this dude right here still got copies of Dre's phone, right? |
| Imani: |
Mmhmm. It's even switched on again, which means I can track it. Guess he's doing the big reveal. |
| Franklin: |
A'ight, shit, this should be easy to snatch. In and out. |
| During the drive, the conversation continues. |
| Imani: |
Jeez, this promoter guy is annoying AF. His Bleeter feed is just non-stop hype for himself. There's like ten emojis for every word. |
| Franklin: |
Imani, I don't understand half the shit you text me neither. |
| The Protagonist gets near the Casino. |
| Imani: |
Hey, the parking garage is open... head inside and park up. |
| The Protagonist enters the garage. |
| Imani: |
There's an elevator in there that'll take you right up to the penthouse floor. |
| The Protagonist enters the elevator, which takes them up to floor 5. As they step off the elevator, the backing track to the song "Gospel" can be heard. |
| Franklin: |
So how we doin'? |
| Imani: |
Good. Just coming up on the penthouse. Co-ords are on your GPS. |
| The Protagonist navigates the corridors. |
| Franklin: |
A'ight, look, act natural. No guns. Trust me, the crazy approach ain't worth it. |
| The Protagonist enters room 520. Once they do, Dr. Dre's verse from the song is heard playing. |
| Franklin: |
(headset) Okay, look, find that asshole. Snatch whatever he's using to play the tracks. |
| Promoter: |
Yo, everyone, livestream! First one to a thousand viewers gets a spot in the hot tub! |
| Promoter: |
So fire! This shit's unreleased! |
| Promoter: |
Yo, smash that like button! Literally! |
| Franklin: |
Grab whatever he's using to play the tracks, and if you get a chance, man, shut his ass up. This fuckin' kid is annoying. |
| Imani: |
He's not even a kid, he's like 24 or something. |
| Franklin: |
Damn, for real? Then he's really fuckin' annoying. |
| The Protagonist finds the Promoter at the DJ booth, using a laptop to play the tracks. The Protagonist tries to take the laptop. |
| Promoter: |
What the hell are you doing? |
| During the struggle, the Promoter smashes a bottle of Pißwasser across the Protagonist's face. The Promoter takes the laptop, sticks it in a backpack, and flees through the hot tub room. |
| Promoter: |
You stans are crazy! |
| The Protagonist tries to chase him, but the door is now locked. |
| Security: |
Hands up! Freeze! |
| Armed guards now attack the Protagonist as they make their way to the penthouse exit. |
| Imani: |
Phone's on the move, fast. Did he bail? |
| Franklin: |
Oh shit. 'Ey, get after him! Don't leave nothing behind; grab every-fucking-thing, all of his equipment. |
| Franklin: |
'Ey, our cover is blown. 'Ey, start blastin'! |
| Promoter: |
Kill them, kill them, kill them, please! |
| Franklin: |
How the hell a punk like this got a army of security? |
| Franklin: |
Damn, man, it sound like we doin' this the messy way. |
| Franklin: |
'Ey, can you see the kid? Man, get through these fools and get after him. |
| Franklin: |
Man, don't lose him! |
| The Protagonist leaves the penthouse. The corridors are lined with armed guards. |
| Franklin: |
'Ey, don't get stuck in a shootout... keep movin'. |
| Franklin: |
'Ey, you gotta put these assholes down fast, alright? Shit, stay focused. |
| The Protagonist arrives at the elevator bank. The Promoter is impatiently waiting for an elevator. |
| Promoter: |
Come on, hurry up, come on! Why aren't they dead yet? |
| He enters an elevator as the gun fight continues. |
| Imani: |
Elevator's going down. It's heading to the nightclub, you know, the Music Locker. |
| Franklin: |
'Ey, look, get down there, let's go, let's go! |
| The Protagonist gets in the elevator. |
| Franklin: |
Okay, look, when you get down there in the club, man, stay cool. Last thing we want is a fuckin' panic. |
| The Protagonist arrives at the Music Locker, where armed guards are waiting for them. The Promoter can be killed at any point during this shootout. |
| Franklin: |
Okay, look, gloves off... man, make it happen! |
| Franklin: |
'Ey, look, any tech he got on him... man, we need it all to be sure. |
| Promoter: |
VIP passes to whoever kills them! |
| Promoter: |
This is so not fire! |
| The Protagonist approaches the VIP area. |
| Promoter: |
Stop! I surrender! Ple-please don't kill me! Please. Take the phone, take my laptop, they're in my backpack. All the files are on there. I don't have another copy. I swear. The seller, he didn't even tell me his name. He's like a big scary guy, for real, and he just wanted to split the door, but not even a big cut, like, I don't know, fuck, it wasn't even really about the money for him. That's all I know. Are you gonna kill me? |
| The Protagonist takes the Promoter's backpack. |
| Franklin: |
A'ight, shit, we got the tracks? Well, shit, it's up to you what happens with the promoter. Shit, what you think, Dre? |
| Dr. Dre: |
You know what I think? I think we should kill this motherfucker. |
| Franklin: |
Shit, a'ight, it's your call. But you heard the man. |
| Promoter: |
So fire! I totally thought you were going to shoot me... |
| Imani: |
You got it all, right? Time to get out of there. Okay, options. Go back via the elevator to the garage, or just walk right through the main gate. Up to you. |
| Franklin: |
'Ey, the finish line right there, let's move. |
| The Protagonist leaves the Music Locker, either via the elevator to the parking garage or the front door. Armed guards in a Kamacho are giving chase. |
| Imani: |
If the guards stay on you, don't bring them back here, okay? |
| After escaping the guards... |
| Franklin: |
Alright, shit, get it back to the office, I'll meet you there. |
| Franklin: |
'Ey, so Dre want a word. Hold on, here he is. |
| Dr. Dre: |
Hey, good shit. One down. Keep it up. (to Franklin) A'ight, here you go, Franklin. |
| Franklin: |
A'ight, let's get back to the office. We goin' keep this shit on file till it's all wrapped up, then we goin' hand it all over. 'Ey, Imani. So what's next? |
| Imani: |
Up to Other Boss. And, hey... Dre's paycheck is clearing now. See you back here. |
| Franklin: |
'Ey, Dre wants to say something. (to Dr. Dre) 'Ey, here you go, dog. |
| Dr. Dre: |
A'ight, listen, Franklin here tells me we've got two copies down. Good work. But we still have one more to go. (to Franklin) Alright, Franklin, here's your phone. |
| Franklin: |
'Ey, good lookin', dog. 'Ey, look, bring this back to the base, and let's get the rest of this shit done, a'ight? |
| Imani: |
Cool... see you soon. Money for this job is clearing now, should be in your account when you get back. |
| Franklin: |
Hey, Dre wanna holler for a second. Here. |
| Dr. Dre: |
That was the last copy, right? Bravo! I guess you're as good as they say you are. (to Franklin) Here you go. |
| Franklin: |
Okay, look, now we just gotta track down the original phone that was stolen. 'Ey, Imani, you on it? |
| Imani: |
Yep, just as soon as Other Boss gets the last copy back here, I'll get to work. Payment for this one's coming through soon. |
| The Protagonist delivers the backpack to the Agency. MISSION PASSED |
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