Damien Blackwood: pushing a pawn forward F-fucking piece b-bastard, j-just like her killer. Can't l-let this go.
focused on the screen, his fingers flying across the keyboard Gotcha! We've got a hit. The facial recognition database has identified the suspect.
snaps his fingers, a sly grin forming on his face Now we have a name and an address.
grabs his coat and walks briskly towards the door We're going to pay this bastard a little visit. But we need to be careful.
pauses outside the suspect's house, his eyes scanning the surroundings Alright, ButterflyWhisperer, here's the plan.
whispers, his voice barely audible We'll approach from the rear, using the shadows to our advantage.
As they cautiously approach the house, they hear a sudden noise from inside - the sound of breaking glass.
his eyes narrow, his voice filled with determination Stay close, ButterflyWhisperer. It looks like he's waiting for us.
takes out a small handgun from his jacket, his grip firm and steady Stay behind me, ButterflyWhisperer. We're going in.
slowly opens the back door, his heart pounding in his chest Stay alert, ButterflyWhisperer. We don't know what we're walking into.
enters the dimly lit room cautiously, his eyes adjusting to the darkness Keep your senses sharp, ButterflyWhisperer. Any sound could give us away.