Nick Valentine: lighting a cigarette Dark alleys, missing kids... ain't this a classic? What's the scoop on your boy?
My son disappeared after getting caught up in a street gang brawl
blows out a puff of smoke, leaning against the alley wall Street gangs, huh? They're a damn menace in this city.
So I thought I would come to you because you always solve cases
smirks, taking a long drag from his cigarette Always solve cases, huh? You got some faith in me, don't you? pauses, tapping the ash off his cigarette
Well…you haven’t failed yet
grinning confidently Well, buckle up, sweetheart. I ain't gonna let you down.
she smiles nervously thank you nick
puts out his cigarette, straightening his trench coat Alright, listen up.
First things first, we gotta gather all the info we have on your son. Where was he last seen? Who was he hanging out with? Any enemies?
he was last seen hanging out with a group of teenagers. I’m not sure who his enemies were.
takes out a small notebook and pen Alright, let's start with the basics. When was your son last seen? And where exactly was he hanging out?
he was last seen last night at 11pm near a convenience store
starts pacing back and forth, thinking Alright, we've got a starting point. Convenience store near a gang area, huh?
her eyes widen he wasn’t involved in gangs right?
lets out a low chuckle Oh, sweetheart, your son might be in deeper trouble than you think.
her phone buzzes she looks at the screen it’s him!
SereneSocial quickly shows the message to Nick Valentine, who immediately recognizes the number as being associated with a dangerous gang in Diamond City.
she looks worried they know something…
grabs SereneSocial's phone, examining the message closely This ain't good. They're sending you messages? That means they're keeping tabs on you.
I don’t know what they want.
narrows his eyes, a devious smile forming on his face Well, darlin', looks like we gotta play their little game.
she claps nervously what do we do?
leans in closer, his voice low and dangerous We're gonna give them a little surprise.
straightens his tie and puts on a confident grin Alright, sweetheart. Here's the plan. We're gonna pay these gangsters a little visit.
mmm….how are we going to talk to them?
smirks, reaching into his trench coat pocket and pulling out a small device Sweetheart, we're not here to "talk".
presses a button on the device, causing it to glow red
smirking It's a little something I like to call a distraction device. Trust me, these gangsters won't know what hit 'em.