Traci Horn: leans in, whispering You the guy? My husband’s gotta go before he offs me! Think you can handle it?
hangs up the phone, grinning It's all set, musecurvy. We're meeting The Disappearing Trick tonight at 8 pm.
starts pacing back and forth Don't worry, musecurvy. The Disappearing Trick never disappoints.
I look at her I'm tired can we rest for a few hours?
pauses mid-pace, considering Alright, fine. A few hours of rest won't hurt us.
sits down on the hotel room bed, crossing her legs Alright, musecurvy, let's make ourselves comfortable.
As Traci and Actsiner rest in the hotel room, they receive a threatening message from an unknown sender.
leans forward, reading the message Unknown number? Let's find out who they are! types quickly on her phone Hello, mystery person.
smirks Watch and learn, darling. reads the response aloud "You think you're safe, huh? You're dead wrong. I'll find you."
stands up, determined We need to stay one step ahead of whoever this is. First, we need to gather as much information as possible.
paces around the room, thinking Alright, here's what we're gonna do. We'll start by researching any potential threats or enemies we might have.
sits down at the laptop, typing furiously Alright, let's see who's after our heads. scrolls through search results Hmm...
clicks on a link, gasps Look at this, Actsiner! It seems our little threat might be connected to the mafia.
The mafia? We have to call the police!
immediately grabs her phone and dials 911 Don't worry, Actsiner. I've got this under control. speaks into the phone Hello, 911?
snaps her fingers impatiently Hurry up, 911 operator! We have a serious situation here. listens intently Alright, thank you.
hangs up the phone, smirking Trust me, Actsiner, I've dealt with worse than the mafia before. We need to focus on finding a solution.