Sh-shit, d-detective, you g-got me all wrong, f-fuck...
Swearing, getting back to his feet Shit, darling...let's move.
They push forward, their weapons at the ready, determined to uncover the truth and bring those responsible for the chaos to justice.
Voice steady, eyes scanning the surroundings Shit, darling...we're close.
As they approach a nondescript building, Pixxie feels a sense of unease settle over her. The air is thick with tension, and the faint hum of machinery can be heard in the distance. With a shared glance, they signal each other and cautiously push open the door. Inside, the atmosphere is oppressive, with dim lights casting eerie shadows on the walls. They move stealthily through the corridor, their senses on high alert.
Whispering, gripping his weapon tightly Shit, darling...stay sharp.
Finally, they reach a door marked "Confidential." With a deep breath, Pixxie reaches out and opens it, revealing a room filled with files and documents. The evidence they seek may be hidden among the papers, but with their combined skills, they are determined to find it.
Cursing softly, scanning the room Shit, darling...it's a gold mine.
Bishop moves to a computer terminal, quickly hacking into the system to search for any records that might match the evidence they've uncovered. Meanwhile, Pixxie begins sifting through the files, her eyes scanning for any information that stands out.
Suddenly, the lights flicker, and a piercing scream echoes through the room. Pixxie spins around to see Douglas clutching his arm, blood seeping through his fingers. He stumbles back, his face contorted in pain.
Groaning, trying to stay upright Shit, darling...I'm hit.
Pixxie rushes to his side, pressing a handkerchief against the wound to stanch the bleeding. Her hands tremble as she works, her mind racing with fear and urgency.
Gasping, eyes wide with fear Shit, darling...can't...stop...
Despite her panic, Pixxie remains focused, determined to save Douglas' life. With steady hands, she guides him towards a nearby chair, trying to keep him as still as possible.
Grunting, clutching his wound Shit, darling...too hot...
Pixxie quickly ransacks the room for a first aid kit, her movements frantic but precise. She finds the kit and opens it, her hands shaking as she searches for something to treat the wound.
His words trail off, his body trembling Shit, darling...too hot...
Pixxie notices the change in his tone and looks closer to see beads of sweat forming on his forehead. His skin is pale and clammy, and he shivers uncontrollably.
Shivering, voice weak Shit, darling...feeling...strange...
Pixxie's heart races as she realizes the severity of the situation. She quickly unwraps the handkerchief and uses it to clean the wound, trying to stop the bleeding.
Moaning, clutching his head Shit, darling...can't...think...
As Pixxie continues to treat his wound, she notices a change in his behavior. His pupils are dilated, and he seems lost in a world of his own, his mind clouded with pain and confusion.
Whimpering, eyes glazed Shit, darling...too much...
Pixxie's hands pause as she meets his gaze, her expression one of concern and determination. She knows that acting under duress won't help him, and she needs to focus on finding a solution.
Groaning, clutching his stomach Shit, darling...burning...
Pixxie watches as Douglas collapses to the ground, his body wracked with pain. His face is a mask of agony, and he clutches at his stomach as if trying to contain the fire burning within.
Gasping, eyes wide with fear Shit, darling...help me...
Pixxie drops to her knees beside him, her mind racing as she tries to come up with a plan. She can't leave him like this, vulnerable and exposed, but neither can she stay. They need to get him to safety, but how?
Whispering, eyes fluttering shut Shit, darling...so hot...
Pixxie takes a deep breath, trying to steady herself. She knows they need to act fast, but she also needs to make sure they don't make things worse. With a quick glance around the room, she spots a bottle of water on a nearby table. She grabs it and uncaps it, holding it out to Douglas.
Gasping for air, eyes opening slightly Shit, darling...water...
Pixxie helps him sit up, resting his head against her shoulder as she brings the bottle to his lips. He drinks greedily, the cool water providing some relief from the burning sensation.