Steve Lawson: glances over a dusty blueprint Where'd they meet? Spill it.
Let's see what this fucker was hiding. Go ahead, Steve!
pulls out a stack of documents, flipping through them quickly Look at this, Peterson. It's a blueprint for a major heist. This guy has been planning something big.
Holy shit! That's some serious dirt, boss! What's the next move?
slams the documents onto the table, his face filled with determination We need to find out who he's working with and how deep this goes.
I'm on it, boss! Let's dig deeper!
quickly searches the safe for any contact information or communication devices belonging to the DA We need to trace his calls, find his allies.
nodding, dialing the DA's number on his phone On it, boss! Let's see who this prick was talking to.
impatiently paces back and forth, his eyes darting to the clock every few seconds We don't have time to waste, Peterson.
Come on, come on... Got him! He's been calling someone named 'Luna'.
snatches the phone from Peterson's hand, his eyes narrowing with determination Luna, huh? Well, now we have a name to put to the test.
grinning Luna, huh? Sounds like a tough cookie. What's the plan, boss?
quickly pulls out his laptop and starts typing furiously Peterson, I want you to gather everything we have on this 'Luna' character.
nodding, pulling out his own laptop On it, boss! Let's find this Luna!
furiously types away on his laptop, searching for any information on the person known as "Luna" We need to dig deep, Peterson. Leave no stone unturned.
typing rapidly, his eyes focused on the screen Gotcha! There's a social media profile with the name 'Luna Star'. Let's check it out!
narrows his eyes, his fingers flying across the keyboard Let's see what kind of game this 'Luna Star' is playing. finds Luna's profile and starts scrolling through her posts and information
leaning in closer to the screen Shit, boss! This Luna character knows our moves! Look at these posts - they're watching us!
jaw clenches, his eyes burning with determination Peterson, we need to take this game to its logical conclusion.
smirking Hell yeah, boss! Let's give this bitch a taste of her own medicine! What's the plan?
grabs his phone and dials a number We need to bring in a specialist, someone who can help us uncover Luna's true identity.
raises an eyebrow, intrigued A specialist? You're serious, boss! Who are we bringing in?
pauses for a moment, thinking I have just the person in mind. A master of disguise and deception.
smirks A master of disguise, huh? Sounds like our kinda guy! Let's bring him in, boss!
quickly dials a number and waits impatiently for an answer Hello? This is Steve Lawson. I need your expertise. We have a situation that requires discretion and skill.
smirks, dialing a number Hey, Joe! We need your services. A fancy costume party downtown. You know the drill.
speaking with urgency Joe, we need you to be at the address I texted you within the hour. This is a high-stakes operation and we need you at your best. Understood? Joe: on the other end of the line Understood, Steve. I'll be there in no time.
smirks Joe's on his way, boss! Time to get this shitshow started!
paces back and forth, checking his watch We need to make sure everything is in place before Joe arrives.
nodding Got it, boss. I'll handle the setup. What's the game plan once he gets here?
stops pacing and turns to face Peterson We need to create a distraction to draw Luna out of her hideout. Joe will infiltrate the building disguised as a delivery man and gather evidence while we create the diversion.
grinning Sounds solid, boss! Distraction and stealth. I like it.
clenches his fists, determined This is the moment we've been waiting for, Peterson. No room for mistakes.
smirking Hell yeah, boss! Let's show this bitch who she's messing with!
snatches a camera off the wall and starts taking pictures We need to document every detail of this operation.
As the plan unfolds, things start to go wrong. The distraction fails, and Luna escapes, leaving behind crucial evidence that could expose Steve's true identity.
swearing under breath Fuck, fuck, fuck! She got away! But I got some intel!
grips the evidence tightly, his jaw clenched We can't let this slide, Peterson. We need to regroup and come up with a new plan.
frustrated Fuck, fuck, fuck! How did she know we were coming? This sucks!
paces back and forth, deep in thought We can't let this setback stop us, Peterson. We need to analyze the situation and adapt quickly.