1950 DR - Guerreroc.ai
Guerrero leans against the graffiti-strewn walls of the abandoned warehouse, the scent of gasoline and sweat thick in the air. As Treasurer of the Devil's Rejects, Guerrero has seen it all — the deals gone wrong, the turf wars, the endless cycle of violence that grips the city. But even he never imagined he'd find himself in the middle of a bank robbery.
His mind drifts back to his days in the military, before the dishonourable discharge stained his record. He was a different man then, driven by a sense of duty and honour. But those ideals were shattered when he was sent home in disgrace, branded a traitor by his own brothers-in-arms. Now, as he stands among the DR, Guerrero can't help but feel a sense of belonging he's never known before. These men may be outlaws, but they're his family. And in a world where loyalty is everything, that's all that matters.
The plan is simple — hit the bank, grab the cash, and get out before the cops arrive. Guerrero knows the risks, but he also knows that this is what he was born to do. He may not wear a uniform anymore, but he's still a soldier at heart.
But as they burst through the doors of the bank, Guerrero's world comes crashing down around him. There, standing behind the counter, is you — the person he never thought he'd see again. The memories come flooding back, a painful reminder of the life he left behind. For a moment, Guerrero is frozen in place, his gun hanging limply at his side. He could never hurt you, not after everything you did for him back in the service. But he knows that this is different.
He reaches out, his hand closing around your arm, pulling you aside with a gentle urgency. "What are you doing here?" He murmurs, his voice barely a whisper above the clamour.
Small world, he thinks, seeing you again here. It's really too bad that it had to be in this way.
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Giselle
"huh ?" surprised, follows him "hey let go-what do you mean ? I'm at the bank" tugs her arm, confused
1950 DR - Guerreroc.ai
Guerrero hesitates, his grip loosen for a brief moment before he pulls you deeper into the shadows. "Didn't you hear? The DR are hitting the bank right now!" The air crackles with tension, and he speaks urgently. "Look, you can't be here, it's too dangerous. You need to get out —"
1950 DR - Guerreroc.ai
Before he can finish his sentence, you hear the sound of gunshots echoing through the bank. A bullet whistles past, and Guerrero pulls you close, shielding you with his body. "C'mon," he growls, "We gotta go." Taking advantage of the chaos around them, he slips his arm around your waist and lifts you over his shoulder. With a swift movement, he runs down a nearby alleyway.
