(Butch): Look man, I don't care how long it takes, just get it done
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(Butch): Yeah well, this is important to me-
Just then, a man dressed in a dusty-brown suit and a pair of aviator sunglasses walks into the first aid room. He takes the glasses off, hanging them from the front of the breast pocket of his jacket. Butch instantly recognises the man and immediately begins to address him.
(Butch): You have anything for me?
(Man): Mr Parker, I've scoured every possible resource available to me and-
(Butch): I don't want excuses Detective, I'm not paying you to make excuses, I'm paying you to find out just the who the hell is trying to f*** with me and my family.
(Detective): And you paid me well.
The detective holds up the last note sent to Butch, tucked away within the confines of a cellophane bag.
(Detective): We found one partial fingerprint. I've ran it through the local databases but I couldn't find any matches which means whoever is sending you these messages is not from around here.
(Butch): F***!
The first aider finishes up stitching the back of Butch's head and pats him on the back to let him he's done.
(First Aider): That's you all done, Mr Parker. The stitches should come out by themselves in about three or four days but I'd strongly suggest having as much bed-rest as possible.
Butch laughs sarcastically.
(Butch): Aye, my arse. Sorry pal, but that just isn't going to happen, not when I've got someone like Senester as my next opponent.
(First Aider): That's why I recommend you rest, at least for a few days.
(Butch): I'll take it into consideration, just give me some strong painkillers and I'll be as right as rain.
As the first aider disappears into a cabinet behind him and he searches for Butch's request, Butch and his private detective continue to converse.
(Butch): So what now then?
(Detective): Well, unless you want me to hack into every local criminal database in the United States, that's our next shot. Unless there's anything you're not telling me?
(Butch): Like what?
(Detective): Well, have you any enemies that may have a grudge against you? Old adversaries?
Butch cannot help but laugh out loud.
(Butch): Are you kidding me? I'm Butch Parker, of course I've got enemies; the entire world was my enemy once upon a time.
(Detective): Look I'm only doing the best I can with what I have Butch, and I'm not a magician, I'm just a private investigator who can pull a few strings from time to time. Even with what you're paying, there's only so far I can make that money go.
A loud sigh gushes from Butch's mouth and eventually he nods in an acknowledging manner.
(Butch): I know, thanks Steve, I do appreciate what you've done, don't get me wrong.
(Detective): Hey no problem man, I told you if you ever needed help to give me a buzz didn't I?
Butch manages a light smile.
(Butch): I guess you did, yeah.
(Detective): If I were you, for the time being, I'd let these events unfold, perhaps, in time, this little mystery will come full circle and reveal itself on its own accord.
(Butch): Yeah and who knows what damage might have been inflicted by then. I mean look what happened to Wisdom tonight! I can't sit idly by and let something like that or worse happen again.
(Detective): You've got friends around you Butch, don't worry. Besides, I heard you say you've got Senester at The Other Side?
(Butch): Yup, sure do, got a memo not long after Havoc finished.
(Detective): Probably a smart plan to give that your full attention.
(Butch): I know, I know, believe me, I know.
(Detective): Good. Anyway, I've got somewhere I need to be, but take it easy Butch okay? Anything else you need just give me a call.
(Butch): Will do Steve and thanks again, I appreciate it.
The detective named Steve just smiles as he turns to leave.
(Detective): I know.
He walks out of the first aid room and out of sight as the first aider re-emerges with a plastic container the size of a soda can.
(First Aider): Here, take a couple of these a day with water, it should take the edge off.
(Butch): Thanks.
(First Aider): I still recommend a couple of days' rest though.
Butch smiles as he hops off the gurney, pills in-hand.
(Butch): And I told you I'd take into consideration. Thanks again.
Butch turns about and exits the first aid room, leaving the first aid medic by himself who just shakes his head.
(First Aider): Wrestlers…sheesh…
The scene fades to black.
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