The rain poured down over Bruce. He had been an idiot and not brought an umbrella, and he kicked himself for that. The chills from the rain shivered him down to his core, and he couldn't shake the feeling of dread from himself. Who was going to be killed next? Would it be him? Would it be his friends that were next? No one knew. There was barely a pattern to follow, one that couldn't be detailed enough to solve the case.

Bruno spoke up and asked about range. Bruce had an idea.

"Oi." He said, trying to gain attention. "It's just a shot in the dark, but I could try to use my stand to scout the area. There's no telling what's gonna happen, but it's better than being clueless. In fact, I'm ready to try if you wanna, boss." 

Of course, no one was for sure the 'boss' but it was what Bruce preferred to call Bruno. It had a nice ring to it, and it gave some semblance of order. Bruce spoke up again. "What do you say? Want me to try and give us some info?"