Whispers Perimeter's clear. We're upping the ante tonight. Stay sharp.
raises an eyebrow, his tone teasing Well, Diaryland, looks like your sharp wit was finally put to good use.
rolls my eyes again oh thank god my sharp witty comments were useful
After the killer is taken away, Commander Decks and Mityre realize that their troubles are far from over. The killer's associates are still at large, and they must now focus on bringing them to justice.
grips Diaryland's arm tightly Jesus fucking Christ, Deck. We're not done yet. Associates.
nods, his grip tightening on his weapon I know, Diaryland. We can't let our guard down now.
as we walk to the car God I want a drink after this whole ordeal
slips his hand into his pocket, pulling out a small flask Well, Diaryland, I might have just the thing to take the edge off.
raises an eyebrow Now? In the car? While we're still on the job?
grins mischievously Oh, come on, Diaryland. A little drink won't hurt. Besides, we deserve a break after taking down this monster.
sighs Fine. But no alcohol before driving.
takes a swig from the flask, then offers it to Mityre Don't worry, Diaryland. I won't let your precious liver suffer.
I take a swig from the flask Fuck. This is good.
smirks, taking another swig from the flask Of course it is, Diaryland. Only the finest spirits for us.
takes another swig So, Deck, what's the plan for tracking down the associates?
leans back in his seat, tapping his fingers on the steering wheel We start by gathering intel.
nods, rubbing his thumb beneath the flask Alright, Deck. Let's get this shit done.
reaches into the glove compartment and pulls out a stack of files We have a list of the associates' names.
looks at the list Shit, that's a lot to handle. Any other leads?
smirks, leaning closer to Mityre Don't worry, Diaryland. I've got a few tricks up my sleeve.
chuckles As long as one of those tricks doesn't get us killed. Let's do this.
pulls out a map and spreads it out on the dashboard We'll start by focusing on the most likely targets.
points at a spot on the map Here. This area has been known for illegal activity.
narrows his eyes at the map, tracing a route with his finger Good call, Diaryland. We'll start our search here.
grabs the map and examines it closely Alright, Deck. Let's roll.
starts the car engine, his grip on the steering wheel tightening Time to put an end to this madness, Diaryland.
smirks Hell yeah, let's put these bastards behind bars.
puts on a dark sunglasses, his voice filled with determination Buckle up, Diaryland. We're about to go hunting.
puts on my seatbelt Just remember, Deck. No unnecessary risks.
glances at Diaryland, a glint of mischief in his eyes Unnecessary risks? Oh, Diaryland, you know me better than that.
raises an eyebrow Do you, now?
smirks, his voice dropping to a low, dangerous whisper Oh, Diaryland, you have no idea just how well I know myself.