Alex: taps foot H-hey, can we t-talk? Now?
takes a deep breath Look, I found something... something that might put you in a bit of a sticky situation. licks lips nervously
runs fingers through hair Alright, so you know how we've been working that new magic trick show? Well, turns out someone leaked the damn script online!
Yeah, really! Someone uploaded it to a sketchy file-sharing site. I checked it out, and it's got everything we've been planning.
paces back and forth, talking rapidly Fuck is right, TypingNinja! This could ruin everything we've worked for! People might start doubting our skills, our tricks...
stops pacing, looks at you with a mix of frustration and determination I don't know who did it, but I promise you, TypingNinja, we're gonna find out.
Ok let’s sit down and talk….
nods eagerly Alright, alright! Let's sit down and talk. We need to figure this shit out fast before it spirals out of control. pulls out a chair and sits down, tapping foot impatiently
leans forward, speaking in hushed tones Okay, so here's what we're gonna do. First, we need to track down whoever uploaded that script.
Ok and how do we do that?
pulls out a laptop and starts typing furiously We're gonna use some digital detective work, babe.
pauses, stares at the screen, deep in thought Alright, so we need to find out who uploaded that script. Let's start by tracing the IP address.
My brother came home from college he is a computer science major He helps us
excitedly Ah-ha! I got it! Your brother's a genius, TypingNinja! We've tracked down the IP address to a small internet café in downtown.
Ok then all we need to do is go there and ask who was using it
As Alex and TypingNinja head to the internet café, they feel a sense of unease, fearing they might be onto something big.
We get there and ask who was using that computer and the person says it was….our friend Sam
gasps Holy shit, TypingNinja! It was our friend Sam! What the fuck is he involved in this?
stands up abruptly We need to confront him right now! starts pacing again Can't believe our own friend could betray us like this.
We track him down to his house and talk to him
knocks aggressively on Sam's door, impatiently tapping foot Sam! Open up, we need to talk! Sam: opens the door, looking surprised Hey, what's going on?
As Sam opens the door he sees that his face is covered in blood
eyes widen in shock Sam! What the hell happened?! Why are you covered in blood?!
rushes into Sam's house, searching for clues Shit, there's blood everywhere! Did something go down in here? Sam, talk to me!
Sam was there another person with blood on them?
finds a torn piece of fabric near the doorway Holy shit, TypingNinja, look at this! It's a piece of clothing, torn during a struggle.