For Old Time's Sake/Dialogues

***Greensin, 2045...***

Narrator: Greensin, the infamous city behind numerous tragedies...whether it's a criminal organization or vampires, it's all here...

Narrator: But after recent changes to the timeline, none of this occurred. Everyone lived pretty much alright, but even with that, history is still made.

Narrator: But enough narration, time to return to the story, where our player visits this forsaken city once again...

***At the Greensin Police Department HQ...***

David Lin: Greetings, recruit. Welcome aboard to the Greensin Police Department. I'm the Chief of Police, David Lin.

David: I have read your previous records, recruit. I heard you've solved numerous crimes across the globe, this city included. I must say, impressive work!

David: Our city will be safe with you patroling here. I'm sure you know the drill by now, so no need for retraining.

David: But enough talking, I have an assignment for you. There is a murder in the Old Town district. Your partner, John Kirkpatrick, is waiting for you.

David: I expect the best from you. Maybe a bit more. Good luck, detective!

## Chapter 1

**Investigate Dark Alley.**

Pat: Sup, dude. I'm John, but you can call me Pat, 'cause that's like...rad, you catch my drift?

Pat: See that body over there. I know the guy. It was Al Lee, a local miscreant. Seems like he messed with the wrong dude this time.

Pat: He looks like he was poisoned, but we could ask our cowboy coroner, Trinity Hill, for autopsy. Careful, though, my guy's obsessed with the Wild West...a LOT.

Pat: Hey, you spotted a watch. I swear, I feel like I've seen this before.

Pat: You can uncover the writing on it. Maybe we can find out the identity of the watch's owner.

Pat: Wait a second...Do you smell something too? It smells like...crack!

Pat: What kind of moron would smoke pot near a bunch of cops at a crime scene. Oh wait, there's someone there.

Pat: Why don't we stop this guy from his habitual crack trip? Come on, let's go, buddy!

**Confront Chopsticks regarding his crack addiction.**

Pat: Having a good trip, pal?

Chopsticks: Hell yeah, brother. Got some good sh\*t over 'ere. Want some? Gotta pay a dime though. I don't give 'em, I sell 'em.

Pat: Unfortunately, buddy, you'll be the one who will pay us a dime. We're cops, and you do know smoking near cops is just plain stupid.

Chopsticks: What the f\*ck?! Y'all mofos were cops? Sh\*t man!

Pat: You f\*cked up indeed, buddy. Now give us your ID!

Chopsticks: I ain't telling sh\*t, coppers!

Pat: If you don't want to say anything, maybe you want a stay in a prison cell?

Chopsticks: Nah, man! I don't want to go to prison! Alright, I'll tell you my name. It's Dhorian Murphy, but mofos call me Chopsticks, cuz y'know, it's groovy and sh\*t.

Pat: Alright, Choppy. Do you know Al Lee by any chance? We found his body, near the place you're currently in.

Chopsticks: Woah, y'all tellin' me that one of my dopest clients is dead?!

Chopsticks: Sh\*t, man. I hope you're not accusin' me for this! I'm innocent, I tell you!

Pat: We let evidence decide, Chops. And don't forget the fine for the pot you smoked earlier. And last but not least, we're confiscating everything.

Chopsticks: What- Ain't no way I'm givin' all of my joints!

Pat: Ahem. Jail time?

Chopsticks: ...Fine. Take it, and f\*ck you!

**Autopsy Victim's Body.**

Trinity: Howdy, pardner. Want some canned beans to quench your hunger? You gotta hold your horses after all the walk.

Pat: Did you cook that at the morgue? If that's the case, no.

Trinity: A true cowboy doesn't pass a good opportunity, fella. It's like life, full of secrets, and the secret of a long life is you try not to shorten it.

Pat: I...don't get it?

Trinity: You will one day. About your dead varmint, I can tell that he was poisoned to death!

Pat: Dude...we knew that already.

Trinity: I'm not finished, pardner. Don't go around and wobblin' your jaw. Just wait and hear me out.

Trinity: The poison I extracted contained nicotine on it, which means it was transmitted through a cig. Gotta keep an eye on that one, pardner.

Trinity: I also found traces of marijuana on the fella's fingertip. The odd thing is, the fella hadn't smoked any pot. He was fresh and clean. Not even the cig contains it.

Trinity: I'm sure it came from the killer. They must've smoked marijuana at the time they laced the cigs with poison!

Trinity: What a yellow-belly. True cowboys don't go around and poison people. Real ones challenge each other in a fair duel.

Pat: Not sure the killer has any relations with your Wild West fantasies, man, but your information on the marijuana profile sure helps. Thanks.

Pat: We can add that to Chopsticks' profile too! Dude smells like pot!

**Examine Watch.**

Pat: Oh dear, I do know the owner of this watch...It belongs to a bastard. True bastard. His name is Maximus Branch. He's the leader of a gang we cops have trouble with.

Pat: Very unpleasant that we have to encounter him again. But then again, all he did was act tough and all talk. The dude might have muscles, but he can't even land a single punch. So don't worry, I got your back if that maggot's aggressive.

**Question Maximus Branch about the murder.**

Maximus: Ah, if it isn't the pigs. What do you want? I didn't do anything illegal here!

Pat: Trust me, we are not pleased to see you again, Max. But we found your watch, and-

Maximus: My watch?! Give me that! Don't you know how expensive this sh\*t is? I have to sell almost all of my marijuana just to buy this!

Pat: Fun fact, Max, we don't care. Your watch is found near the body of Al Lee, who was also a gang member. Do you have any connections?

Maximus: Al Lee's dead?! Good f\*cking riddance. That f\*cker had been a thorn for us for days!

Pat: And what did he do exactly to piss you off?

Maximus: Not telling you pigs sh\*t! But I can assure you that I am innocent on this issue. I have an alibi.

Pat: Only those who are guilty say that, Max. Are you sure you didn't kill him?

Maximus: Are you asking for a fight, copper? I don't like your tone.

Pat: Fight? Yo, face me, man. You look too strong to be weak.

Pat: But that was all a lie. You're all muscle, but you sure are a chicken when it comes to a real fight.

Maximus: F\*ck you! I'm not having any of this. Stay away from my territory, and don't come back!

Naomi: Hi, detective. I'm Naomi, and I'll be honest with you, I feel like I don't remember half of my life. I think I met you before.

Naomi: But forget that, I have good information for you. I heard you are investigating a murder of a gangster, and your suspects include a drug dealer and a gang leader.

Naomi: I figured you need assistance in brawns, so I snuck into Branch's hideout, and I think I found incriminating evidence.

Naomi: He's not there right now, and so does his gang. You could use that opportunity to sneak in.

Naomi: Good luck with the investigation, friend!

**Investigate Gang Hideout.**

Pat: I am so tempted to at least vandalize Max's office. Just imagine his reaction. Memorable.

Pat: Whaddya got? A pack of cigarettes? Do you think this might be the weapon? We can check.

Pat: And speaking of investigations, the Chief just called me on the phone. He said an eyewitness came to the office and told him that the killer is 6'0"!

**Examine Cigarette Pack.**

Pat: You got the substance, cool. We should send it to our lab chief, Siena Joyce!

**Analyze Green Substance.**

Siena: Caleb, dear. What are you up to exactly?

Caleb: Sorry, Siena. Can't tell you about it.

Siena: Beware, I can see right through you! Are you trying to surprise me with something?

Caleb: Alright, I confess. I am planning to craft a ring made from your favorite material, Siena.

Siena: That's sweet, darling.

Pat: Uh, are we interrupting?

Siena: Eh, no no. Didn't realize you guys were here. With the recruit, even!

Caleb: "New" isn't the word, Siena. The detective's a veteran. I heard about all the events in Emerald City! It's all on the news!

Pat: Right. But can we chat later, guys? I'm just excited to catch this scumbag of a killer! I want to hone my fighting skills, ya catch me?

Siena: The substance is potassium cyanide. I can tell from the scent of almonds it produced. This is your murder weapon!

Caleb: While Siena is finding traces of cyanide, I helped her in extracting the rest. The molecules also revealed DNA. I tried analyzing it, and it shows that the killer has green eyes!

Siena: Hope all of that information helps, guys. Hope you catch the killer!

David: Congrats on getting all the evidence. It is time for you to make an arrest.

David: Carefully read all the information before you make your last move. Make sure you don't get it wrong. Now go, don't waste more time!

**Take care of the killer now!**

Pat: Well hello there, Max. I finally have the pleasure of arresting you.

Maximus: F\*ck off, punk! You know nothin'!

Pat: Don't I? Well, I'm dying to know everything!

Maximus: That low-life refused to pay for the debt he owed me. Who the f\*ck would do that?

Pat: Well, he did, and now you're paying for it, my guy. Put your hands where I can see them!

Judy: Mr. Maximus Branch. I heard everything about you. The criminal who caused so much trouble for the law.

Maximus: Great thing, ain't it, Your Honor? The law can go f\*ck themselves. I don't feel remorse for my crimes!

Judy: Jolly. That makes my sentencing easier. You're going to jail for 30 years. All rise!

Judy: Now don't pee on my leg and tell me it's raining. I don't have time for all of that. The court is adjourned!

David: Congrats on your investigation, detective. You did a good job. You passed my expectations!

David: This city has a high crime rate, and it'll become a problem for us. But we could tackle that. We have more things to do. Take a rest now, you'll be assigned a new job soon!