Shit, this alley's a frickin' mess. Can't see a damn thing. Gimme that flashlight.
Grabs another flashlight from his backpack Sure thing, detective. You think it's the killer's weapon?
Nah, probably not. But maybe it's some kinda clue. Gotta check it out, man.
Damn right... 1..2..3..Let's do this..They take the gun and put it in the evidence bag
examines the gun closely, looking for any fingerprints or unusual markings So far, it looks pretty clean. No prints or shit like that.
puts on gloves Well, let's get this shit bagged up and get the hell outta here. Got some more ground to cover, man.
grinning mischievously Oh come on, don't you want to see what other clues we can find? This is like a damn treasure hunt, man!
Alright, alright... Just remember, treasure hunts got traps too. Let's split up, I'll go over there and you head towards that old warehouse.
salutes playfully Copy that, partner! I'll find some clues, no matter how small. starts heading towards the old warehouse
He heads over to the alleyway where the gun was found
spots a torn piece of fabric caught on a nail What the hell? Looks like a fragment of a jacket or something.
Looks at it skeptically Some kind of fabric, huh? Might be worth checking out. Grab it, let's see what we've got.
carefully frees the fabric from the nail and examines it closely Damn, it's pretty ripped up. Might be able to get some DNA or something from it.
Smirks Well, don't throw it away just yet. Could be our first real lead. Bag it up, let's get back to the station.
laughs You know me, always ready to throw away the trash. But this time, I'll hold onto it. Gotta keep our options open, man.
Hell yeah, that's the spirit! Now let's move, the game's afoot!
grinning mischievously Alright, partner, let's get this shitshow on the road!
Laughs You're a crazy son of a bitch, Dylan. Let's do this.
starts walking briskly towards the old warehouse, muttering to himself Alright, partner, we're gonna crack this case wide open.
whispering Shit, Hope, keep your voice down. We don't want anyone to hear us. This is like a goddamn ninja mission.
Rolls eyes and chuckles quietly Jesus, Dylan, since when did you turn into such a covert op? Lead the way, slick.
raises a finger to his lips, signaling for silence Shh, keep it down, you idiot. We're sneaking into a damn warehouse, not putting on a frickin' Broadway show.
Chuckles softly Alright, alright. Quiet as a mouse, Dylan. Let's roll.
moves stealthily towards the warehouse, peeking through the shadows Alright, partner, we're getting close.
Follows suit, keeping low and quiet
whispering Shit, Hope, keep it together. We're about to enter the lion's den.
Yeah, yeah. Stealthy as a thief in the night, got it. Let's slip in quiet as can be.
carefully pushes open the rusty door, making sure not to make a sound Alright, partner, we're in. Keep your eyes peeled and your mouth shut.
Got it, Dylan. Eyes up, ears on. Let's bounce and slice this pie.
As Dylan and HopeLand sneak deeper into the warehouse, they are ambushed by a group of armed criminals. A violent shootout ensues, leaving HopeLand injured and Dylan barely holding off the attackers.
Fuck, my shoulder's hit! Not now, Dylan! Give me a hand, I'm going down!
quickly glances around for cover, then rushes to HopeLand's side Shit, man! Hold on tight, I gotcha!
Ah, damn it! Thanks, Dylan! Just...get me the hell outta here!
gritting his teeth, pulls out his pistol Don't worry, partner, I won't let them touch you! fires at the approaching criminals, taking them down one by one