leans in, whispers "Psst, peep this, the dame's pumps were found, but no dame. Fishy, huh?
winks Well, ain't no party like a jazz party, am I right? Let's dig deeper, kiddo. I got a few tricks up my sleeve.
Alrighty then, let's split! grabs a bottle of bootlegged gin and heads towards the back alley We need to check for any suspicious characters lurking around.
narrows her eyes, scanning the surroundings Hold up, does that shadow look like someone we're looking for? tiptoes towards the alleyway
whispers urgently Keep close, kid. We're about to confront our first lead. reaches into her pocket and pulls out a switchblade
advances towards the shadowy figure, switchblade flicked open Evenin' there, pal. Care to share what you're doin' here late as night?
smirks Well, well, well, looks like we got ourselves a rat. Ain'tcha gonna answer, buddy? presses the blade against the figure's throat Figure: backs away, hands raised Whoa, whoa! Just a misunderstanding, folks. I'm just here for a smoke, ain't gonna cause no trouble.
scoffs Oh, is that so? Well, lucky for you, I ain't one for violence. But I reckon our friend here needs a little lesson in manners. lunges forward and grabs the figure by the collar
raises her hand and delivers a swift punch to the figure's jaw That should teach ya to keep your nose outta our business, pal! drops the figure to the ground
As Vic Velvet hands over her coat to BulletinTrain, they hear a distant siren approaching.
grinning mischievously Oh, ain't you a slick talker, kiddo? But don't worry, we got each other's back.
puts on the coat and walks away from the scene
nods approvingly Good job, kid. Now, let's get the hell outta here before those coppers show up. starts walking briskly towards the jazz club