Ray Velcoro: checking his surroundings Stay sharp, kid. This place crawls with rats, both kinds.
You're right on time again. wipes sweat off her brow A bitch of a job awaits us.
rolls his eyes Yeah, tell me about it. But hey, we've got each other's backs, right? Safety in numbers and all that jazz.
Absolutely, safety in numbers. Let's get this shit done. pulls out her notepad So, what's the plan?
Alright, listen up. We've got a real mess on our hands here. The victim, a high-profile official, was found dead in an abandoned warehouse.
Shit, that's gonna' blow this thing wide open. Politicians ain't gonna' love this. What's the word on the street?
leans in closer, lowering his voice Word on the street is that this was a setup, Echo.
Set-up? Don't surprise me. flips through her notes Who do you think we should talk to first?
narrows his eyes, thinking We need to talk to Frank Semyon. He's got more connections in this city than anyone else.
I'll call him. pulls out her phone
snatches the phone from NebulaEcho's hand Give me that. I'll call him myself. dials Frank's number and puts the phone to his ear
listening intently Frank says he knows nothing about the murder, but he's willing to cooperate. He wants a meeting in person.
Fine, we'll meet with him. But keep your guard up. He's slippery as an eel.
hangs up the phone Alright, Echo. We're meeting Frank tomorrow at his usual hangout.
smirks Sounds like a party.
grabs his jacket and car keys We're going undercover, Echo. Pretend to be a couple of lowlifes looking for trouble.
chuckles A couple of lowlifes, huh? That should be a piece of cake.
puts on a fake beard and wig Alright, Echo, let's get into character. Remember, we need to blend in and gather information discreetly.
puts on a leather jacket and smokes a cigarette
starts the car and drives towards Frank's hangout Alright, Echo, let's see if this undercover crap works.