[Scout has had enough of this little "event". His friends are killing each other, hallucinating. Helpless people calling over the phones pleading with each other. People literally laying dead all over town.
While out on patrol, Scout comes by the lake to find the body a
familiar ally carelessly tossed in, sorting a large stab wound to the chest. It's a difficult task, but he manages to pull Olivier out, and carry her to the church. Anyone inside will find him knocking loudly at the door; he's looking for Ciel.
On his way back, he stops at the police station. Scout is a cop, after all, and he wants to talk to Grady. Where is that miserable fuck when things like this are happening? If Scout can't find him, he's leaving, but not before cracking his badge in half and dropping it outside the station.
Eventually he makes it back home; anyone still at 1451 Mitchell will find him still damp, sitting in the kitchen, looking empty and angry. This is Scout trying to control his temper so he doesn't just start breaking things. Once that passes, he gets on the phone.]
I swear ta Christ that if I find out who killed Armstrong an' dumped her in the goddamn lake, I will break every bone in your body. I won't give ya tha satisfaction of dyin'. Don't think I can't do it. I'm a mercenary for a livin', and even I am sick of all this horseshit! I know that yer all startin' ta see things, but all yer doin' by killin' people is letting Mayfield get what it wants. We ain't the enemy here, Mayfield is! An' I know Armstrong felt the same way, so whoever killed her--
Let me say this: if I come across anyone else havin' goddamn duels to tha death in the streets, I'll break all 'a yer bones too, an' ya can sit that way till all this shit is over. Ya got that?!
[The phone is slammed down.]