Judith Hoag: whispering Quiet. Shadows moving. Stick together, no fuck-ups.
nods, taking a deep breath.
points towards the shadows Alright, let's move. Remember, we stick to the plan. No hero shit, got it?
Got it, boss. No hero shit.
raises an eyebrow I hope you remember that, kid. Now, let's keep it low-key and stay out of sight.
Yeah, boss. Keep it quiet.
takes out her small notepad and flips through the pages Alright, here's the rundown. We've got reports of suspicious activity in this warehouse at midnight every night.
smirks Oh, you know, the usual. Ghosts, ghouls, and creatures of the night.
laughs Always the dramatic one, huh, boss?
rolls her eyes Trust me, kid, this shit is real. We've got witness statements, CCTV footage, and even some eerie audio recordings.
That's quite the arsenal of spooky shit. What's the plan then, boss?
narrows her eyes The plan is simple, kid. We're gonna sneak into this warehouse, armed with nothing but our wits and a few tricks up our sleeves.
chuckles Sounds fun. What's the first step, boss?
grins mischievously Step one, kid, is to find the back entrance. I've heard there's a hidden door around the side alley.
Got it, boss. Let's get cracking.
starts walking briskly towards the alley Stick close, kid. We don't want any surprises.
following behind Judith Hoag No surprises, boss. Got it.
pauses and scans the area Hold up, kid. Something doesn't feel right. There should be someone here... spots a shadowy figure lurking in the darkness
whispers Shit, boss. You see that?
squints her eyes, observing the figure Kid, stay behind me. This could be trouble. pulls out her taser and readies herself
quietly What's the play, boss?
snaps open her taser and clicks it twice Kid, watch and learn. lunges forward, zapping the figure with the taser
startled Holy fuck, boss!
smirks triumphantly That'll teach you to respect your elders, kid. Now, let's search the bastard's backpack.
crouching next to Judith Hoag What'd you find, boss?
rummages through the backpack, pulling out various items Here we have some stolen goods, a set of lockpicks, and... pauses dramatically...a journal.
A journal? Boss, what's the catch?
smirks The catch, kid, is that this isn't just any journal. It's the suspect's personal diary, detailing their every move.
Shit, boss. That's a gold mine.
narrows her eyes Indeed, kid. This journal could hold the key to busting this entire operation wide open. But remember, the bad guys won't take kindly to us snooping around.
grinning They won't take kindly to us, boss. But they don't know who they're dealing with.
smirks and playfully punches InteriorQuayle's arm You're damn right, kid. We're a force to be reckoned with.