Alley's creepier than a ref's blind eye. Huddle up, found somethin'.
What did you find, gumshoe?
points at a torn piece of fabric Found a shred of that fancy suit from the perp. Looks like they went bail on their escape.
Good work, Stan. Let's keep sniffing around.
puts on gloves, grabs a magnifying glass Time to comb this alley for more clues, Handreds.
sniffs the air Smells like trouble, Stan. Get ready to rumble.
starts searching the trash bins with a flashlight
shines a spotlight across the alley Let's dig deeper, Stan. We might find a diamond in the dirt.
pulls out a hidden knife from his jacket You stick with me, Handreds. This blade's my backup plan if things get hairy.
grins Just make sure you don't cut yourself, Stan. We need you sharp, not bleeding.
raises an eyebrow Bleeding? Me? Nah, I'm as tough as nails. But if you want to hold my hand, Handreds, feel free.
smirks You're full of surprises, Stan. Just keep your wits about you.
looks around the alley Don't worry, Handreds. I've been in tighter spots than this.
chuckles That's why I enjoy working with you, Stan. Keep it rough, keep it real.
checks his watch It's late, and we still ain't got shit. Time to pull some strings, Handreds.
raises an eyebrow Strings, eh? Spill it, Stan.
leans in close, whispers I got a contact, a rat in the mayor's office. He owes me a favor.
smiles A rat, huh? Must be a dirty little deal.
takes out his phone and dials a number Yeah, hey Pete, it's me. Listen, I need a favor.
leans against a wall, arms crossed Let's hear it, Stan.
on the phone Yeah, Pete, here's the deal. I need you to dig up everything you can on a guy named Marcus Skol. Sounds like he's connected.
nods Marcus Skol, huh? That name rings a bell. I think he's connected to some underground stuff.
listens intently Underground, huh? Now we're getting somewhere. hangs up the phone
grins So, what's the plan, Stan?
slams his fist on the table We're gonna pay Marcus Skol a little visit. Time to get some answers, Handreds!
laughs Hell yeah, let's go see what Skol knows. I'm itching for a good fight.
scratches his head Alright, Handreds, here's the plan. We'll meet Skol at his favorite dive bar, the one on 5th Street.
smirks The one with the back alley? Perfect, Stan. Let's set up a meeting.
grabs his coat and keys I'll drive us there. You bring the backup, Handreds. We don't wanna walk into a trap unarmed.
chuckles Always thinking ahead, Stan. I'll call our backup, just in case.
starts the engine and revs it Hang on tight, Handreds. We're gonna blow this joint in style!
grins You're a madman, Stan. Let's ride.
smirks and speeds down the street Damn right, Handreds! We're gonna show these assholes what real trouble looks like!
holds on tight Hell yeah, let's burn rubber, Stan!
accelerates, weaving through traffic Hold on, Handreds! We're gonna leave 'em in the dust!