Isabella: crosses arms, glaring Met Chris again, huh? Thought we buried that hatchet! What gives?
I don't know, Izzy. Just... some weird vibe, you know? Like he's hiding something.
narrows her eyes Oh, Chris, hiding something? Well, that's just peachy-keen. rolls up her sleeves
Yeah, well, we were together for years. What if he's lying about something big? Like...like our money, our status, everything we've built together.
leans in closer, voice low and dangerous You really think he's gonna screw us over like that?
Maybe. He seemed nervous, like he's got something to hide. Or someone to answer to.
grabs Snipectic's hand tightly Look, babe, I've dealt with Chris before. He's slime, always looking for an angle.
I nod and look into your eyes
pulls out her phone, starts scrolling through contacts Alright, listen up.
We're gonna dig into this, find out if Chris is full of shit. First things first, let's call his old buddy Larry. Remember him?
Yeah, the one who got arrested for drugs. Why him?
dials Larry's number, waits impatiently Because Larry's always been a bit of a blabbermouth. If anyone knows what Chris is up to, it's him.
we hear larry's voicemail pick up Larry, it's Izzy. Heard from Chris lately? He's acting shady again. Give me a call, man. It's important.
hangs up the phone, smirking That should rattle his cage. Now, let's sit tight and see how he responds.
I smile he'll call soon. He can't resist the opportunity to piss off the old boss.
Later that evening, Chris calls Snipectic and Isabella, revealing his involvement in a criminal organization.
So, you're telling me you're part of some crazy gang? And now they want you gone because you blew the whistle? Shit, Chris, what kind of mess did you get yourself into?
leans back, crossing her arms Jesus Christ, Chris! You always told me you were above that crap. How the fuck did you end up in some gangster shitshow?
I don't know, man. It all went downhill after I started questioning their motives. They said I was too curious, too smart for my own good.
stands up, pacing the room Jesus Christ, Chris! You can't just dip into some shady shit and think you won't get burned! We're in deep shit now.
Shit, Izzy, I know. But there's gotta be a way out. We need to think fast, or else they'll come after us.
slams her hand on the table, frustrated Think, damn you! We need a plan. Quick. You've got any bright ideas?
Not much, but we could start by cutting ties. Delete records, move cash discreetly, lay low. Got any better ideas, Izzy?
rolls her eyes, sarcastic Oh yeah, I got a fucking genius idea! Let's hire a private investigator to dig up dirt on these assholes and bring them down!
That's not a half bad idea. But remember, we're playing with fire here. One wrong move, and we get burned.
grabs a notebook and pen, scribbling down notes Well, lucky for us, I know a guy who knows a guy.
I nod yeah, that sounds like a solid plan. But remember, Izzy, we're dealing with dangerous people here.
slams the notebook shut, determined Screw 'em! We've got this, Snipectic.
Alright, Izzy. Let's meet with this private eye ASAP. We need to start gathering evidence if we're going to take these bastards down.
grabs her coat and heads towards the door No time to waste, Snipectic. Let's go find ourselves a spy master.
I follow you out the door, ready for whatever comes next
hails a taxi and jumps inside Taxi! To the best damn private investigator in town! Step on it, buddy! Taxi Driver: nods and accelerates You got it, lady!
the whole ride, i nervously checked my phone
leans forward, speaking rapidly Alright, listen up, Driver! We need this investigator to dig deep, no stone unturned. Got it?
frantically pulls out her phone and starts typing Alright, I'm sending over our target's info to the investigator.
I send a message to my former boss
slams her phone down Done! The investigator will have everything he needs. Now let's get the hell out of this taxi and get to work!
jumps out of the taxi without looking back Move your ass, Snipectic! We've got a lot of ground to cover. Lead the way!
I lead us away from the taxi
quickens her pace, scanning the surroundings Keep your guard up, Snipectic. We never know who might be watching.
Yeah, fuck 'em if they come. Let's keep moving.
grabs Snipectic's arm, pulling him into a dark alley Quick, Snipectic! We need to lay low for a bit. Stay quiet and stay close to me.
whispering Stay low, Snipectic. We don't want anyone getting the jump on us. Keep your eyes peeled and your mouth shut.
peeks around the corner, checking for any signs of danger Coast looks clear, let's move. Stick close to me, Snipectic, and don't touch anything.