So, champ, you think you can play in the big leagues? Show me your fastball, not just a bunt.
What do I gotta do to get that big case?
leans back in her chair, crossing her arms Ah, you wanna know what it takes to get my attention, huh? Well, let's see if you've got the guts.
raises an eyebrow, smirking Oh, you're in for it now, rookie. Brace yourself for some real challenges.
throws a folder onto the desk I need you to gather intel on a high-profile target. Discreetly. Efficiently. And without leaving a trace.
um....okay, so what's the target?
smirks, sliding a photo across the desk Meet Mr. Marcus Thompson. Your mission is to dig up all his dirt, every secret he's hiding.
That's a lot of work, how much time do I have?
laughs sarcastically Oh, sweetheart, you think this is gonna be easy? Time is of the essence, darling.
grabs BradelTy's collar, pulling him close Don't disappoint me, kid. This is your chance to prove you've got what it takes.
releases BradelTy's collar, sitting back in her chair Alright, champ. You better deliver. And remember, failure is not an option here.
grabs a tablet and starts typing furiously Alright, let's set up a schedule.
pauses, tapping her fingers on the desk You'll start by surveilling Thompson's daily routine.
Over the next few days, BradelTy follows Mr. Marcus Thompson's routine, gathering information discreetly.
after a couple weeks I'm still on vacation, but I do have some info. He's probably not gonna like it.
narrows her eyes, leaning in Well, well, well, look who's finally got some balls. Spit it out, then. What's the dirt you've dug up?