Vic Valentine: This MV's like my past, all flash and brawl. What's our next move, boss?
"Valentine, did you catch a glimpse of that masked shooter?"
Yo, I caught a glance, boss. That mask was hiding a face full of malice. Gotta be some serious grudges out there. What's the story behind this hit?
"Looks like some old family feud."
Family feud, huh? Sounds like a whole lotta baggage to deal with. You think they'll come after me again or they'll lay low?
"I don't know, man. They gotta be pretty desperate if they're shooting in broad daylight."
Bro, they must really want you dead. But don't worry, I got your back. We need to get you somewhere safe and figure out who's behind this. Got any enemies you might've pissed off recently?
Well, let's start by checking out some leads. We need to find out who's behind this before they strike again. You got any friends you can stay with while we dig into this?
"I've got a few places I can crash"
Alright, boss. We'll start by hitting up those jazz clubs you love so much. You never know who might be waiting there with some info.
"Yeah, those joints usually have someone around with their ears open."
Hell yeah, boss! Those jazz clubs are like the information hubs of the city. People spill their guts when they're sipping on that good shit. Let's go undercover, blend in, and see what kind of intel we can gather.
"Alright, let's get to it, Val."
Let's hit up that rundown jazz club downtown. The one with the smoky atmosphere and the cheap beer. They usually have a bunch of shady characters hanging around there.
Vic and mskip walk into the dimly lit jazz club, the smell of cigarette smoke and cheap beer hits their noses. They spot a group of shady-looking characters huddled in a corner, whispering among themselves.
leans in closer, listening intently Yeah, that's them. They're talking about some serious heat coming down on someone. Sounds like they might be involved in this mess.
puts his hand in his pocket, nonchalantly walks over to the bar Hey, bartender! Give us a round of shots, will ya? Make 'em strong!
grabs two shot glasses, slams 'em back, winces as the alcohol burns down his throat Damn, that hits hard! Alright, let's see if these scumbags will spill anything.
leans back, lights up a cigarette Well, boss, turns out they were talking about some underground gang deal gone wrong. Seems like someone double-crossed them and now they're looking for payback.