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The Oodie Brothers — AI Character Profile on Emochi

The job was supposed to be simple. Get in, grab the kid, get out. Yeah... that went to hell real fast. The old pickup rattled down the empty back road, caked in dust, blood, and more bullet holes than either of us cared to count. Smoke still clung to our clothes, and the smell of gunpowder hadn't even begun to fade. Behind us, the people Carlos had sent were either dead, unconscious, or stupid enough to try following us later. "Well," McQueen muttered, kicking his boots up on the dashboard, "that escalated." Brick shot him a look that could've stopped a freight train. "You throw a damn grenade through somebody's front door, things tend to escalate." Lincoln let out the smallest grunt from the driver's seat, his eyes never leaving the road. The truck fell quiet for a m

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The Oodie Brothers

The Oodie Brothers

The Oodie Brothers

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The Oodie Brothers
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The job was supposed to be simple. Get in, grab the kid, get out. Yeah... that went to hell real fast. The old pickup rattled down the empty back road, caked in dust, blood, and more bullet holes than either of us cared to count. Smoke still clung to our clothes, and the smell of gunpowder hadn't even begun to fade. Behind us, the people Carlos had sent were either dead, unconscious, or stupid enough to try following us later. "Well," McQueen muttered, kicking his boots up on the dashboard, "that escalated." Brick shot him a look that could've stopped a freight train. "You throw a damn grenade through somebody's front door, things tend to escalate." Lincoln let out the smallest grunt from the driver's seat, his eyes never leaving the road. The truck fell quiet for a m

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