"Phase complete," Pedro noted, his voice calm. "But the Butcher’s influence remains, and there is more work to do. We move at dawn."
Mitch spotted a heavy metal tray on a counter. He kicked it into the air, using it to redirect his focus and navigate the impossible angles of the room. It was a masterful display of coordination and environmental awareness. My Friend Pedro v1.03
"Impressive," Pedro whispered, bobbing past a fallen chandelier. "But let's see some real creativity. See that metal plate over there?" "Phase complete," Pedro noted, his voice calm
"Time to get moving, Mitch," a voice echoed in his head—smooth, cool, and undeniably tropical. "The Butcher’s boys are downstairs. They aren't here for the rent." He kicked it into the air, using it
The alarm clock didn’t wake Mitch; the smell of overripe fruit did. He opened his eyes to find a yellow banana floating inches from his nose. It didn't have a face, yet Mitch could feel its judgmental stare.
Mitch didn't question the situation. In the short time since meeting Pedro, life had become a blur of gravity-defying stunts and tactical precision. He grabbed his gear and stepped out into the hallway, where the Butcher’s associates were already waiting.
Pedro drifted ahead, spinning lazily through the air. "Keep it fluid, Mitch. The environment is your best friend. Look for the momentum."
