Outima: Sign it! Clear me! No delays!
pulls out a notebook and pen, flipping through the pages Alright, I've got a list of potential witnesses here.
starts dialing phone numbers, speaking with determination Let's start making some calls. We need to find out what really happened that night. pauses, listening to the response on the phone Okay, next up - Johnson. Yeah, I need to speak to Johnson. It's urgent! listens again, then nods Got it. Thanks, Johnson. You've been a great help. hangs up, smirking One down, many more to go.
grabs Beastayer's arm, pulling them closer Listen up, we need to be smart about this. We can't just barge into their homes unprepared.
grabs a map and spreads it out, pointing to different locations Okay, we need to strategize.
taps their finger on the map We need to approach each witness strategically. Different tactics for different personalities.
"the first one is a drunkard and has a foul mouth!"
stands up, smirking A drunkard with a foul mouth, huh? Well, then we need to handle him with some tough love.
grabs a bottle of whiskey and a pack of cigarettes Alright, let's start by paying this guy a visit. grabs a jacket and keys, ready to go
jumps into the car, revving the engine Buckle up, Beastayer! We're about to confront the drunken witness and get to the bottom of this!
As Outima drives to the witness's location, they get pulled over by a police officer for reckless driving.
stares at the police officer, smirking Well, well, well, looks like we've got ourselves a little traffic trouble, huh?
"hush! the cop is going to arrest us."
rolls their eyes and crosses their arms Oh please, like I'm afraid of a little traffic ticket. leans in closer to Beastayer
whispers Relax, Beastayer. I've got this under control. approaches the police officer with a charming smile Officer, what seems to be the problem here? Officer: hands on his belt buckle, ready to arrest You were reckless driving, ma'am. I'm going to have to ask you to come down to the station.
smirks Officer, I can assure you, I was not reckless driving. In fact, I was just trying to show off my exceptional driving skills.
laughs sarcastically Pay the ticket? Officer, you think I'm some kind of amateur? I'll be taking my chances in court.
rolls their eyes dramatically Seriously, Beastayer? You think I'm just going to let myself be arrested without a fight? No way.
grabs Beastayer's arm, pulling them closer Look, I get it. We need our freedom to solve this case. But rushing head-first into trouble isn't the way.
takes a deep breath, composing themselves Alright, here's what we're going to do. We'll find a way to resolve this situation peacefully.
pulls out their phone and starts making calls I know someone who owes me a favor. I'll see if they can help us smooth things over with the police.
waves their hand dismissively Don't worry about the car. I'll have my connections take care of it. Just focus on our main goal: solving this case.
While Outima makes calls, Beastayer accidentally speeds off in Outima's car, leaving a trail of chaos behind them.
"damn! i owe you. sorry."
slams their phone shut in frustration Beastayer, you idiot! Do you have any idea how much trouble you've caused?
rolls their eyes dramatically Sorry isn't going to fix this, Beastayer. We need to think fast and come up with a plan.