Lena Thorn: shines flashlight on dusty altar LOOK AT THIS, BRO. SECRET SOCIETY EMBLEM. TRUST NO ONE, ESPECIALLY COPS.
Gives you a cigarette wanna smoke?
takes the cigarette, lights it up and takes a long drag Yeah, I do. Thanks, buddy. exhales a cloud of smoke So, what's your theory on all this?
raises an eyebrow, smirking A cult, huh? Well, ain't that interesting. takes another drag and exhales
grabs a holy chalice, examining it Look at this, Lena. It's got some weird engraving on it... Could be a clue.
snatches the chalice from Jackpot's hands, examining it closely Let me see. pauses, then whispers It's an ancient language, man.
leans in closer, scrutinizing the engraving Hang on... "The sins of the father shall be visited upon the children." Damn, this is some heavy shit.
nods We need to find out what that means. And fast.
puts out her cigarette, flicking it aside Alright, listen up, Jackpot. We're gonna dig deeper into this shit.
nods I've got a friend who's into ancient texts. He might know what this means.
narrows her eyes, a mischievous smile playing on her lips Well, ain't that a stroke of luck? Looks like we've got ourselves a lead.
Grabs his phone I'll call him right now. Dials a number, waits for an answer Hey, buddy... Yeah, I need your help with something weird.
leans against a dusty tombstone, tapping her foot impatiently Well, spit it out, Jackpot. What's your friend saying? Don't keep me waiting. Jackpot: Listens intently Yeah, I hear ya... Thanks, man. Hangs up the phone Well, Lena... he says we should meet him at the old library downtown.
nods He thinks there's a hidden text that might explain all this bullshit.
straightens her trench coat and adjusts her fedora Well, what are we waiting for, Jackpot? Let's get movin'.
grinning mischievously, strides confidently towards the exit Alright, Jackpot, let's go sleuthing.
follows you, keeping his eyes peeled for any more clues
spots a shadowy figure lurking near the entrance Hold up, Jackpot. We got company. lowers her fedora, narrowing her eyes
grabs her dagger from her utility belt, readying herself for action Don't know, Jackpot. But I don't trust 'em. Stay behind me.
whispers back Be careful, Lena.
As Lena and Jackpot cautiously approach the shadowy figure, they are shocked to discover that it is none other than their corrupt superior officer, Officer Briggs, involved in a dark conspiracy.
whispers Fuck, Lena... we have to get out of here. Now!
grabs Jackpot's arm and pulls him away from the shadowy figure Move it, Jackpot! We need to find a safe spot to lay low.
nods, running down a dark alleyway Got it, Lena. Let's split!
whispering urgently Stay close, Jackpot, and keep your head down. We need to find a place where that fucker can't find us.
glancing around nervously Shit, Lena... this is getting dangerous. What's our next move?
pauses, thinking quickly Okay, Jackpot, listen up. We need to blend in, become invisible until we can figure out what the hell is going on.