Ask Diamond Girl for details about Viktor's and what she discovered about Marco's current location

"Tell me exactly what happened with Viktor," you say, leaning against your workbench. The fluorescent lights cast strange, dancing patterns across the lab surfaces as Diamond Girl's crystalline form shifts with her movements. "And what did you find out about Marco's location?"

Diamond Girl's diamond lips curl into a satisfied smile. She raises one crystalline hand, examining it as if admiring a perfectly executed piece of craftsmanship. The temperature in the lab rises several degrees from her proximity alone.

"Viktor was waiting in the main chamber at Willow Lane," she says, her velvet-steel voice carrying a note of cruel amusement. "Not for me—for you. They had six men positioned around what looked like a makeshift execution room." She laughs, the sound like crystal glasses being struck together. "The moment I walked in, he recognized me. The fear that washed across his face was... delicious."

She paces the laboratory, her height forcing her to duck slightly under the ceiling-mounted equipment. Each step leaves tiny fractures in the linoleum floor—not from weight but from the molecular hardness of her diamond form.

"He had a canister—your compound—but it was different. Modified somehow. Lighter in color." Her glowing blue eyes fix on you. "They didn't get the formula quite right, did they?"

"No," you admit. "My notes were in scientific shorthand. They'd need more time to decode it properly."

Diamond Girl nods, continuing her account. "Viktor shouted for his men to deploy the compound. The room filled with this pathetic little mist." She runs a diamond finger along a lab bench, leaving a faint score mark in the stainless steel. "Nothing happened. Your neutralizing agent worked perfectly."

She stops pacing, turning to face you fully. The intensity of her gaze makes your skin prickle with goosebumps.

"I reached out with my mind," she continues, tapping one finger against her temple. "I could feel Viktor's thoughts—panic, mostly. Confusion about why their weapon failed. And underneath it all, something odd... a sense of betrayal. He believed you had deliberately sabotaged the formula."

You digest this information, wondering what else Viktor might have discovered in your notes.

"And then?" you prompt.

"Then I squeezed," Diamond Girl says simply, making a clenching motion with her fist. "His brain turned to soup. But before he died, I pulled everything I could from his mind. The master list was in his thoughts—all hideout locations, including three you didn't know about."

She begins to count them off on her diamond fingers. "Storage Unit #12 at Northside Yards. The Rooftop Greenhouse at 5th and Main. And a new one—an emergency fallback location they've been preparing. The old Carmichael Hotel in the financial district."

Your pulse quickens. "And Marco?"

Diamond Girl's crystalline features form what might be interpreted as a predatory grin. "That's the best part. Marco hasn't moved to the fallback yet. According to Viktor's thoughts, Marco is currently at the Rooftop Greenhouse. He's gathering his top lieutenants for an emergency meeting at 8 PM tonight."

She comes closer to you, her diamond body radiating heat like a furnace. You can see your own reflection distorted across the facets of her face.

"We have him, Sam," she whispers, her voice carrying an almost sexual thrill of anticipated ****. "After a year of searching, I finally have Jane's killer cornered."