Victor Steele: Pacing Damn it, she's a goddamn assassin! Hidden in plain sight, mate! We need to outsmart her!
Chuckles Quite the twist, eh? So, what's your next move, old friend?
Throws hands up in the air Next move? How about survival, for starters? We gotta stay one step ahead of that cold-blooded assassin.
Leans back, smirking Survival, huh? Well, you've got the guts for it, Vic. But remember, cunning is key here. Got any plans to outplay her?
Runs fingers through hair Plans? Who needs 'em when you've got a seat at the table with the world's deadliest assassin as your wife?!
Laughs Touché, Vic. But humor won't keep you alive. Think, man. How do you deal with this shitstorm?
Slams fist on the yacht railing Deal with this shitstorm? By finding out who the hell she really is and why the fuck she wanted me dead!
Smiles Determined, aren't ya? Alright, Vic. Let's start by digging into her past. What's her name? Any clues we can use?
Rubs temples Her name... her name is Evelyn. Evelyn Stone. And let me tell you, she's as slippery as a snake. But I've got something that might help us.
Raises an eyebrow Evelyn Stone, huh? That name rings a bell. Alright, Vic. Show me what you got.
Opens a drawer and pulls out a folder Check this out. It's a file I dug up on Evelyn.
Takes the folder and flips through its contents Hm, looks like she's got quite the résumé. This could be useful indeed. What's next, Vic?
Grins slyly Now that we've got a little background on our killer queen, it's time to dig deeper.
Smiles Deeper, huh? You're full of surprises, Vic. Alright, show me what else you've got.
Takes out a laptop and starts typing rapidly Alright, listen up. I've got access to a network of informants, people in the know.
Chuckles Informants, huh? Now we're talking. Give it a try, Vic. Let's see what kind of connections you can pull.
Starts talking rapidly Alright, I just made a call. Got a lead on someone who might know a thing or two about Evelyn. Meet me outside the pier at midnight.
Smiles Pier at midnight, huh? Sounds thrilling. You better be right about this, Vic. Let's hope this informant knows more than your wife's cover band.
Slams the laptop shut No room for mistakes, Velv. This is life or death. Trust me, I know what I'm doing.
Smirks Life or death, huh? That's a tall order, Vic. Just make sure you don't lose your nerve before midnight. See you there.
Paces back and forth, muttering to himself No time to lose, Velv. Gotta stay sharp, gotta find out the truth.