The Protagonist returns to their Agency. They see Franklin and Imani at a computer terminal. |
Franklin: |
'Ey, right on time. Come here, check this out. 'Ey, Dre sent over the number to that missing phone. Imani's tracking it right now. |
Imani: |
That was like twenty minutes ago. This is a browser game. |
Imani: |
No, no, no, no, no! Fuck! ... You wanna know what I found? |
The camera cuts to reveal a Game Over screen on Imani's monitor. |
Imani: |
Okay, so it's pretty bad. The phone has a bunch of extra security to prevent remote access. Which is cool until you fucking lose it, then it's a huge pain in the ass. It's firewalled. No way in, no way to track it. |
Franklin: |
So you sayin' we got nothing, then? |
Imani: |
We got one thing, but... it's like high-hey radical. |
Franklin: |
Girl, I was being radical when your ass was still in kindergarten. What is it? |
Imani: |
You break into the FIB, find the server stacks for their mass surveillance program, stick a thumb drive in one of them to give me a remote access, and don't get caught. Then I can get a full data signature, and track any copies that got made. |
Franklin: |
I thought this shit was gon' be hard. I made the FIB my bitch a long time ago. We got this, right? |
Lamar: |
I just wanna know, why is it that every time I turn my back, y'all here doin' some slicin' and did-nicin' and backroom dealin's without me? |
Franklin: |
Lamar... what the fuck are you doin' here? |
Lamar: |
Same thing you is, homie! Business! I need that sample I gave you, dog. This is a supply and demand situation goin' on... LD Organics is goin' viral, baby. I'm supplyin' the green community! The whole revolution, man. And every ounce count. So I need you to kick that up. |
Franklin: |
Man, whatever, dog, look. It's downstairs on my desk in my office, alright? |
Lamar: |
No dealio... I went down there already. |
Franklin: |
You just gon' through my fuckin' desk? |
Lamar: |
My bad, mister mogul. I didn't know us lowly employees wasn't allowed in your office, I wouldn't have drank your coffee. |
Franklin: |
Wait, wait, hold on, wait a fucking second, you ain't my motherfuckin' staff. |
Imani: |
Hey. What's wrong with your dog? |
The camera cuts to show Chop at the entrance to the floor, struggling to maintain balance. |
Franklin: |
Ah, he ju... Chop. Come here, boy. He old, man. Come here. |
Chop collapses to the floor and rolls over. |
Lamar: |
C-Dog, come here, boy! You all over the place, what's happenin', Chop? |
Franklin: |
Man, I don't like the look of this... |
Lamar gets close to examine Chop. |
Lamar: |
Wait a minute. Chop... you worrying us, dog... |
Lamar catches a whiff of Chop's breath, then stands up. |
Lamar: |
Man, that dog high as fuck! I can tell. It's all in the eyes, man. One hundred percent, pure-bred, satisfied LD Organics customer right there. |
Franklin: |
Chop! What the fuck did I tell you about eating weed? |
Lamar: |
You gonna have to get the lil' homie some snacks, 'cause he gon' have some major munchies in a minute. Get him like a lil' burrito, like a monster burrito, the wet one... |
Imani: |
Sorry to interrupt, but... the client? If we're going after this phone... |
Lamar looks at Imani's screen, noticing a picture of Dr. Dre on it. |
Lamar: |
Client? What client? What the fuck! |
Franklin: |
Man, you weren't supposed to see that. |
Lamar: |
N***a, we done lost cabin pressure up in this motherfucker! Dre lost his phone? Dre lost his phone! That man's a physician, you know how important that is, man? I bet there's all kinds'a shit in that phone! I wonder what's in that phone... Dude been making beats for years! A legend! Man, look, if that mythical lost album was up in that motherfucker, you playin' it for me first! |
Franklin: |
Dog. Trip, it ain't like that. If I did find somethin' in the fuckin' phone, man, I'm giving it back to him. |
Lamar: |
You repeatedly disappoint me, man. You owe me, anyway, dog. Your dog made my re-up into an edible. |
Franklin: |
Well, sue him, n***a! Come on, man, we gon' get Chop up outta here. (to Imani and the Protagonist) Y'all take point on this, alright? |
Franklin walks over to Chop as he speaks. |
Franklin: |
And I'll get on the line as soon as I can... 'cause I got history with these FIB motherfuckers. |
Franklin looks back and notices Lamar still at the computer desk. |
Lamar approaches Franklin and Chop. |
Lamar: |
You think you could put in a good word with Dre for me? I mean get him to endorse LD Organics, man, we'll be on, I'm talkin' 'bout green giant bookoo retirement paper. |
Franklin and Lamar carry Chop off the floor as the Protagonist looks on. |
Franklin: |
Man, do you fuckin' ever listen to yourself? |
Lamar: |
I listen to me all the time, you should listen to me, maybe then we'll know where Dre's phone at, n***a. |
Imani: |
Okay, get onto the network in your office, you know where your office is, right? |
The Protagonist acknowledges. |
Imani: |
Good... and we'll get started. |
Imani sits back at her desk. The Protagonist must login to the computer in their office to continue. |
Imani: |
(headset) Hey, boss... it's Imani. So you know your way around this app from the contracts you and the other boss were looking at, right? We're gonna run this Dre phone op from here, too. First step, you gotta break into the FIB's server stacks, throw a thumb drive in the right hole, then either you escape with everything we need, or they catch you and throw you in supermax for a couple hundred years. Your partner says it's pretty simple. Just hit the button right there on screen and we'll get moving. In the meantime, one of Dre's people are gonna bring round the car the phone got stolen from. We can do some forensics on it, see if we can get a lead that way. The more angles we try, the greater chance we got of succeeding. |
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