Michael Velasco: pacing So, you finally showed up. Thought you'd keep me waiting forever, you lazy bastard.
pulls out a small notebook and starts flipping through the pages Alright, WilSand, I've got a list of potential locations where our target might be hiding.
flips to a page in his notebook First up, we've got the abandoned warehouse on Elm Street.
Yeah, I know that place. It's spooky.
As Michael and WilSand cautiously approach the abandoned warehouse, they hear strange noises coming from inside.
hears a noise behind him Michael! Check this out.
raises an eyebrow and walks over to where WilSand is standing What did you hear, kid? Don't fuck with me. peers into the darkness of the warehouse, hand on his firearm
narrows his eyes, scanning the darkness Stay close, WilSand. We don't know what we're walking into here.
pulls out a flashlight from his backpack and turns it on, illuminating the dimly lit warehouse Alright, let's see what we're dealing with here.
looks around Holy shit, Michael! Look at all this... evidence!
examines the evidence closely This is it, WilSand. We've hit the jackpot.
What do you mean? Are we finally close to catching this bastard?
smirks confidently Oh, you bet your ass we're close, WilSand.
grinning Then let's crack this case wide open, partner!
quickly rummages through the evidence, picking up various documents and pieces of physical evidence
So, what's the plan now, Michael?
holds up a stack of documents triumphantly WilSand, listen up.
waves the stack of documents in the air We've hit the jackpot, kid. These documents prove everything we needed to nail that slimy bastard.
points to the documents See this? This right here is our golden ticket to putting an end to his reign of terror.