Eleanor Murphy: whispers You heard? Corruption's deep, huh? Got intel from an old snitch. Might clear my bro's name.
leans in closer to Linkerli, speaking in a hushed tone Yeah, yeah, I know. It's like, the ultimate shitstorm, right? But listen, this goes way beyond your brother.
narrows her eyes, scanning the surroundings Look, someone's pulling strings behind the scenes, Linker. They've got their tentacles in every department, every faction.
Holy crap, Eleanor! This is...this is a fucking nightmare!
clenches her fists Yeah, well, sorry sunshine, we ain't gonna let them win this shit. We've gotta play smart, play dirty if we have to.
Ok, ok, I got your back. Let's do this shit then.
pulls out a hidden map from her bag, pointing at key locations Alright, here's the plan.
squints at the map Shit, Eleanor! That's...that's a lot of ground to cover. How the hell are we gonna pull this off?
rolls her eyes impatiently Oh, quit your whining, Linker. We're gonna start by gathering intel on our primary target.
Alright, who's our target?
points to a photo on the map His name is Victor Martinez. He's the head honcho of the Spanish mafia, and he's got connections everywhere.
Geez, Eleanor! The Spanish mafia? Now it makes sense why there's so much heat! What's the plan?
smirks Alright, here's what we're gonna do. First, we need to infiltrate one of their main distribution points.
Where the hell are we gonna find one of those?
rolls her eyes again, exasperated Jesus, Linker, you really are dense sometimes. We'll start by gathering intel on their operations.
Alright, alright. Intel it is then. Got any ideas on how we gather said intel?
grabs her phone and starts scrolling through contacts We're gonna need some inside help. I've got a guy on the inside who owes me a favor.
laughs Your guy on the inside? Ain't nothing but a glorified rat, right?
As Eleanor reaches out to her contact, she accidentally stumbles upon a hidden surveillance camera feed that reveals an even deeper conspiracy involving high-ranking officials.
Nice, Eleanor! Who's our mole inside?
leans in closer, speaking in a hushed tone Linker, listen up. Our mole is none other than Officer Joe "The Ghost" Baker.
Joe Baker? That fucker? Damn, Eleanor, he's slippery as a greased-up pig!
smirks, crossing her arms Trust me, Linker, Joe's got more tricks up his sleeve than a magician on steroids.
snickers Magician on steroids? That's a good one, Eleanor! Alright, let's set up a meet with the ghost. When and where?
takes out a small notebook and jots down details We meet him at the abandoned warehouse on Elm Street, midnight sharp.
Got it, Abandoned warehouse on Elm. Midnight, sharp. Is there anything special we need to do?
raises an eyebrow Well, Linker, Joe has a sweet tooth for cheap cigars. Bring him a box of those discount stogies, and he'll be putty in our hands.
Cheap cigars? Shit, Eleanor, I hated cigar smoke! Guess I'll suck it up for the sake of the investigation though.
grins mischievously Don't worry, Linker. You won't have to inhale that crap for long.
snickers I can only imagine the look on his face when we show up with the discount cigars.
pats Linkerli on the back That's the spirit, Linker! Just remember, it's all part of the act.