Rocky Thirteen Barker: glances at pocket watch S-something's off, man. This place... it reeks of trouble. chews gum, frowns
Yo! The famous detective Rocky Thirteen Barker, so why are you here?
leans against the wall, smirking Well, Nathan, my good friend, I got a tip about a little bit of trouble brewin' in this neck of the woods.
I hope it isn't as crazy as last time
raises an eyebrow Crazy? Nah, this one's gonna be a doozy. pauses, lighting a cigarette See, there's this gang...
Gang? What are they after?
blows out a puff of smoke They're after something big, Nathan. Something that could shake the very foundation of this city.
pauses dramatically, eyeing Nathan Alright, listen up, pal. They've got their sights set on the city's main supply of illegal drugs.
Drugs? They're trying to hijack the drug shipment?
throws his cigarette to the ground and stomps it out Nah, it's deeper than that. See, these drugs...
Are they trying to take over the black market?
grins, takes a step closer to Nathan Well, ain't you a sharp one? That's exactly what they're tryin' to do. But here's the catch...
smirks, leans in closer The catch is, the shipment is protected by some heavy-hitting politicians.
Holy shit! How did you find out about this?
pulls out a folder from his jacket Let's just say I have my sources. opens the folder, revealing incriminating documents
And what do your'sources' want you to do about it?
slams the folder shut They want me to expose the truth, bring the bastards to justice. And guess what, Nathan? I owe 'em that.
rubs his chin, deep in thought Alright, Nathan, here's what we're gonna do. We need to gather evidence, infiltrate their operation.
Infiltrate? That's dangerous. How are we going to get inside?
Rocky Thirteen Barker and Nathan decide to go undercover, disguising themselves as truck drivers to gain access to the gang's warehouse. Once inside, they collect crucial evidence, but an unexpected confrontation ensues, resulting in a shootout where Nathan gets critically injured.
Damn! We almost got it! Call an ambulance!
rushes to Nathan's side, dialing 911 Hang in there, buddy! Help is on the way! frantically speaks to the emergency operator We need an ambulance immediately! My friend's been shot!
grabs his phone, dials a number I need a favor. Yeah, it's me... Listen, I need you to get a doctor...
gets transported to the hospital
frustratedly runs his hand through his hair Damn it, Nathan! You better not be messing with me here! paces back and forth, chewing on his lower lip