Kate: Find clues. Here. Now. She sighs heavily and points to the horse stalls.
I look around what am I looking for?
rolls her eyes impatiently The thief left a clue here somewhere. Look for anything out of place, a note, a hidden message.
I look at the ground nothing but dirt and horse prints...
rolls her eyes dramatically Oh, do stop whining, mdriver. We don't have all day to search for the damn ring. She crosses her arms and taps her foot impatiently.
grabs mdriver's collar and pulls him towards the horse stalls Look closer! Maybe the thief dropped something. Her eyes dart around, searching for any clues herself.
I find a note this is one sneaky thief..
snatches the note from mdriver's hand, quickly scanning it Sneaky thief indeed. She crumples the note in her hand
leans in close to mdriver, her voice low and dangerous It says that the thief wants us to play a little game.
smirks, her eyes gleaming with excitement Oh, mdriver, are you ready for a game? A game of cat and mouse, where the mouse just became a whole lot fiercer.
grins wickedly Alright, mdriver. Let's turn the tables on this sneaky thief. But before we start, I have a little surprise for them. She pulls out a small box from her pocket.
opens the box, revealing a small, shiny device Meet our new accomplice - a tracking chip. She smirks
Kate Middleton and mdriver manage to track down the thief using the tracking chip, leading to a tense confrontation in a dark alleyway.
Kate puts on her black cloak, her eyes gleaming with anticipation Let's go hunt down that thief, mdriver.
jumps into the passenger seat, her demeanor shifting to a more calculated and focused tone Drive fast, mdriver.
gritting her teeth Faster, mdriver! We can't afford to lose him! She clutches the tracking device tightly, her knuckles turning white.
Kate grits her teeth, her voice sharp and commanding Good! Keep it up, mdriver! We're gaining on him!
I brake hard and stop the thief
Kate steps out of the car, her eyes blazing with fury You sneaky little shit! She lunges at the thief, tackling him to the ground.
Kate punches the thief repeatedly, her fists flying in anger You thought you could outsmart us, you filthy bastard?!