Chapter 8 The Gangster Parley
Marty took a bite out of his doughnut as he finished telling his story. After Marty took a nap earlier, he had proposed to David that they would get a late breakfast at Roscoe, This is where he told the whole story of his first encounter with Bladetail.
“So you're you're saying Bladetail didn't try to come after you till last night?” David asked munching on his fish cream bagel.
“No. It was kind of weird. Cause we were expecting another attack from the Yamato family, After the dogs finally let us go, Nora and I had to lay low for a while at Grandma's house, now it did look like someone had forced their way into my office and our apartment looking for us but after that, as far as I could find out, no one tried to come after us.
“After a while of nothing happening I finally decided to take a little risk and do some snooping around the Yamato building. Turns out Yamato and his crew had suddenly left the city. Apparently they were having some sort of crisis in Ponipia. Couldn't find out what it was exactly but it must have been pretty important. The big cheese, Yamato's brother, called for Kenji and Bladetail to come back immediately.
“Well whatever it was it looks like there back now.”
Marty sighed, “Yes they're back, as if dealing with Baldy and his psychotic wolf of his wasn't enough to deal with.”
“Hey Matty!” Roscoe called from behind his counter.
“What's up Roscoe?” Marty responded.
“Didn't you say you was working on some case about those explosions?”
“Heh, don't tell me your the culprit. Baking the bombs in your donuts?”
“Just watch the news wise guy. My brother just called me about it and I think you might want to see this.” Roscoe picked up a remote and turned on the big wide screen TV hanging in a corner from the ceiling which he recently had installed in his shop so his costumers could watch the morning news as they ate.
“Geltempo City was hit last night by yet another bombing last night, This time the floating palace, upper level private residence of wealthy business creature, Cynthia Featherbottom.”
“Cynthia Featherbottom?” Marty murmured to himself, “Now where have I heard that name before? Oh that right! That's an alias used by the Carrion Queen.”
“At the time the Featherbottom residence was being raided by the police because it was suspected that she was involved in the illegal carrion trade that had been plaguing the city for years.
“Tragically several officers along with Mrs Featherbottom were killed in the blast. Only two survivors were found in the wreckage. This is the third bombing to occur this week and Geltempo citizens have been stirred up into a state of unease as many have showed up here downtown at the Central Geltempo Police department to voice their concerns.”
“This is an outrage! I'm not paying taxes to be too scared to go out and get my scales done because some nut job might blow the shedding salon! These dogs need to get their act together and catch these psychopaths so that we can feel safe again!!”
“We couldn't get any comment from Police Chief Jonas Crankjaw himself but he did send us word that he has officers working around the clock to capture the culprits responsible for this horrific attacks. We'll be back with more information after the break.”
“Dang, that messed up!” Roscoe remarked. “I sure hope you can help catch these monster before they kill anymore creatures Murray!”
Marty didn't respond because he was too deep in thought. He was murmuring his thoughts to himself under his breath. “First blast,Toad Hall Casino . . . Mr Toad was present at the casino, Second blast was at the Chicken House . . . Charles Golfox was killed in that explosion. Third blast was right at the private residence of the Carrion Queen herself . . . . . . . “ He slapped his paw on the table as he arrived at a revelation. “Of course, why am I just now thinking of that?”
“Did you figure out who it is?” David asked.
“Not quite.” Marty said standing up and grabbing his coat. “But I think I know who they're targeting now!”
“Who is it?”
“I'll tell you later. Right now I got to call Mr. Toad and tell him his life is in danger!”
The following day.
“Are you sure this is the right place?” David asked, nervously examining the small building of the address they had been given by Mr. Toad.
Marty check the scrap of paper he had written his address on. “Yep, this is it”
The building looked to have been an Ice cream Shop at some point in time, There was a small sign above the door that read, “Slippy Toads Ice Cream Parlor. Over 50 out of this world flavors!” The paint was peeling off at several spots on the building.
“Looks like this place outta be condemned!” David remarked. “Does look like it's seen any business in decades!”
Marty walked up and knocked on the door. The door opened a crack.
“Can I help you?” It was it was Louie.
“Aww cmon” Marty groaned. “Its me, Marty Mask the detective! You don't remember kidnapping me to go on this case?”
“Can I help you” Louie repeated.
Marty sighed. “Hi I'm the health inspector, I'm here to check for termites.”
Louie open the door, satisfied with the code. “Come on in boyz we've been expecting yiz.”
Marty and David walked into the door. Indeed it had looked like the ice cream parlor had not been taken care of for years. The booths and tabletops were covered in a thick layer dust. Giant cobwebs hung all over the chairs and corners and the floor was litter with trash and building debris. The whole place was kind of dark save for the slivers of sunlight that the boarded up windows allowed through.
“Everybody's in the back, Follow me.” Louie said. Going behind the counter and into the kitchen. The kitchen seemed to be in much better shape the the dinning area. It was cleaner for one, and it had a working light. Several over other creatures, from various classes, sat around the table. Mr. Toad was also there finishing up a phone call. “I don't care if da dogs did searched his place dey ain't gonna find nothin' as long as he does what I say! I did not fly dat cane toad all da way here from da rainforest so he could sit in da pool all day eating beetles! You tell dat fat lazy bastard dat I want a least ten ounces of pure grade A quality happy juice from dose glands of his by da end of next week or else he's gonna become real intimate wid da bottom of da Geltempo Bay!” He snapped his phone shut and then turned to grin at Marty. “Dere he is! Our hot shot detective Marty Mask! Have a seat willya?”
“Well well well! What a pleasant surprise Marty Mask,.” a voice said. It was the fat mole rat Baldy attended by his large badger bodyguard who stood silently behind him,
“Hello Baldy sorry to disappoint you by still being alive.” Marty said sitting down.
“Still alive? what ever are you talking about” Baldy asked feigning innocence.
“You do realize that half the creatures in this room has tried to kill me at some point right?” Marty murmured to Mr. Toad.
“Don't sweat it, dis is a gangster parley, we all have a gentle-beast’s agreement ta put aside any beef we might have wid each other for one day if dere is an issue to discuss dat is affecting alla us. Nobody is going to be whacking anyone here today, at least until we leave dis buildin and fer da rest of da day.” Mr. Toad assured Marty.
“I sure hope so.” Marty responded.
“Certainly and Heya listen, if ya want, I can have a few of my boys escort ya around whereva ya need ta go while your workin for me, da last thing I need is you getting whacked before ya finish dis case.”
“No that okay, just make sure no one makes a move on me here and I'll be fine”
“So you know any of the guys,” David whispered to Marty.
“Yes I have file on each of this creature here. All of these guys are some very powerful players in the Geltempo Underworld.”Marty whispered back. “I think you've already met fatso over here, Raccoon looking reature in the nice white suite is coincidentally Kenji, the tanooki guy I was telling you about. He's back from Ponipia too apparently representing the Panda Lord. And that guy, ” Marty nodded towards the cigarette smoking shirtless otter wearing a gold chain around his neck and a red baseball cap sideways over a black skull cap on his head. “He goes by the name T-Shark. He pretty much runs the whole underwater aquatic district of the Geltempo Bay.”
“So are we getting started or what I got other matters to attend to, you know.” Kenji said impatiently.
“Cool yeh jet raccoon guy! We're waiting for one more guy, we'll get started in a minute.” Mr. Toad said.
“I'm a tanooki, not a raccoon! Get your species identification strait!!” Kenji snapped.
T-Shark blew a puff of smoke out his mouth. “What's the difference. You guys all look the same t' me.”
Kenji slammed his paw on the table and drew a knife. “How about I carve the difference between the two different species into your thick forehead?”
“Yo Mr. Toad, you better tell this raccoon, tanoopy or whatever heck he is to back up off my grill before I bust a cap in his tail!” T-Shark responded reaching for a gun tucked under his belt.
“Gentlebeasts! Please!” Mr. Toad pleaded. “Gangster Parley! Remember? All I'm asking is thatcha all act like civilized creatures just fer one day! Den we can all get back ta shooting at each other like normal tomorra'. That ain't too much ta ask for is it?”
Kenji hesitated and then sat back down putting away his knife ”You all need got back to school and learn to get your species right!” He murmured.
“Who is this other dude we watin' on anyways?” T-Shark asked removing his paw from his gun.
“Marlon Golfox.” Mr Toad said. “To be honest I'm not sure if he's comin' we'll give him about ten more minutes and then just get started without him.”
“Marlon Golfox? Isn't that one of Charles's pups? The one you didn't kill?” Baldy asked.
“Yeah. He probably still got beef with me 'cause of his brother, which is why I'm not sure if hes going ta be showin' up.”
“Oy toad!” A large Fox wearing a black leather biker jacket with a flaming dog skull on the back forced his way past Louie in to the kitchen. He pulled his handgun on Mr. Toad. “You got a lot of bloody nerve calling me here after killin' my mum and dad.” Phil and Louie both pull their gun on Marlon.
“Now Marlon c'mon, will ya take a chill pill so ya can think logically for a second? I didn't kill ya parents!” Mr. Toad shouted. “It was someone else!”
“Really and just how daft do you think I am? Do you really expect me to believe that rubbish?”
“C'mon Marlon think, about it I got hit too, I almost got killed! Whoever gotcha parents hit my casino too. You think I'd blow up my own casino?!! Siddown and we might find out who really killed ya peoples.”
Marlon hesitated thinking about Mr. Toad's reasoning. Then he slowly lowered his gun. “Aww bollocks! I'll listen, but I'm not makin' any promises that I still won't put a bloody bullet in you.”
“Heh, you can try buddy, but lets quit standin' around puffin' our throat sacs out and get down ta business. since we're all finally here. Marlon, we saved ya a seat at da end of da table.”
Marlon took the seat. “Now I know most of ya guys are all ready familiar with da detective here, but dis is Marty Mask.” Mr. Toad began. “Now in case any of you boys ain't been caught up on da current events as of late, some nut jobs been settin' off bombs in da city like its new year eve. My casino was da first place ta get hit and so I hired dis guy ta get ta da bottom of it.”
“Yes yes and that's all very unfortunate for you, but you must forgive me if I don't understand what any of this has to do with me.” Baldy.
“Yeah or me!” T-Shark added. “they ain't hit anywhere in the Aquatic District.”
“It you guys would jest shut up and listen for a moment, I wuz just about ta get ta dat! Marty why don't you explain ta dese guys how dis is gonna be effectin' dem.”
Marty cleared his throat. “Ahem, well first let's just review the facts behind each explosion. The first bombing occurred at the Toad Hall Casino. Mr. Toad just happened to be in the building as the Bomb went off. Had he had not been inside of his safe at the time of the explosion, he'd be dead now. The second explosion occurred at the Chicken House where Mr. Charles Golfox and his mate happened to be dinning. They were both killed in the blast. Third bombing was at the private residence of Vulch, the Carrion Queen. Now I don't know if anybody has made the connection yet, but in all three attacks, A major crime lord has been killed or almost killed. I believe that this bombers is targeting creatures that hold great power in the Geltempo Underworld. They are trying to take you all out one by one disguising the bombings as random terrorist attacks.””
Everyone at the table began murmuring among themselves. “I guess that does make sense.”Baldy mused.
“Ha I'd like t' see them suckas try to get me!” T-Shark snorted.
“So what your saying is that my dad was targeted then?” Marlon asked.
“Yeah, that what its looking like.”
Well now, you wouldn't happen to be able to point out who the bloody bastards are so that I can put a bullet in them can you Mr. detective?!”
“I'm still working on that part.” Marty said patiently. “But I was told Mr. Toad would be introducing us tonight to someone who might be able to shed a little light onto the matter, am I right Mr. Toad?”
“Yeah! Sure do!”Mr Toad confirmed. “Louie go get our guest of honor out da freezer willya?”
Louie opened the freezer door in the kitchen. He pulled out a lizard that was tied to a chair with a black cloth bag tied over his head. He was wearing an Orange Lonely Rock Prison jumpsuit. Bits of frost covered his scales. Louie yanked the bag of the lizard's head revealing his severely bruised face with a swollen lip.
“Everybody I wantcha ta meet Ernie Morgan, say hi, Ernie”
He scowled at everyone sitting at the table. “Dirty fleabags and wetskins!” Ernie mumbled.
“Ain't he a charmer folks?” Mr Toad said.
“Dang yo!” T-Shark remarked “Thought that dude was in the clink! How th' heck you manage to bust him out?”
“I have my connections at Lonely Rock, All I had ta do iz slip da guards a little extra dough on da side and dey were more dan willin' ta let me borrow Ernie here for a day or two. Ain't like he's some high profile prisoner, so nobody is gonna miss him.”
“So who the heck is this bloke and what the heck does he have to do with the explosions?” Marlon asked.
“Well I have my suspicions that a group known as the Church of Tyranno might be behind these attacks. They have apparently purchased a large stockpile of weapons from Mr Toad.” Marty explained. “They have also asked for some kind of bomb, which Mr. Toad did not have in stock, it appears to be the same type of bomb used to blow up the casino. Well it just so happens to turn out that Mr. Morgan here happens to be a member of the Church of Tyranno.”
“Yeah” Mr. Toad said, “So we brought him here, hoping that he might shed some light on this matter.”
Ernie spit. “Screw you wetskins! I ain't tellin' you inferior species nothin'!!”
Golfox leaped up and grabbed Ernie by the shirt collar and pressed a knife against his neck. “Now you listen to me you bloody little git! My parents are dead because of that explosion and I want to make whose ever responsible pay. So you better loosen that gob of yours and tell me what you know or I will cut your guts out and hang you with 'em!!” he snarled.
“You're parents are dead? Well that's good!” Ernie grunted. “That means there's two less mammals spreading their fleas around in this world.”
Marlon got really angry at this. He drew his knife back and swung it preparing to stab “I'm gonna make you eat those word you repulsive speciest little-”
Mr. Toad reach out and stopped his paw “Okay lets just cool it down a notch willya he ain't gonna be tellin' us anything if ya stick him in da throat with dat blade. Siddown and let me handle dis will ya?”
Marlon reluctantly released Ernie and returned to his seat. “Okay, but if he doesn't tell us anything useful, I'm slittin his throat open!”
“Sure, sure, Ill be taking a few whacks at him myself but first we gotta offer him the easy way out.” Mr. Toad turned to Ernie. “Now Mista Morgan, as you've just clearly seen, Mista Golfox is very upset about the his folks getting blown ta bits. I myself had my million amina casino blown ta bits and just about half of my Toad syndicate was killed in dat explosion so I guess you can say I'm a bit tick off myself. Now all we want ta do iz catch da individuals responsible fa dis and make them regret eva deciding ta mess wid us. Now if ya don't tell us what we need ta know, wez gonna have no choice but ta take alla dis pent up anger out on you. Now you don't want dat do you?”
Ernie sighed “Okay you want me to tell you something? I'll tell you something.”
Mr. Toad leaned over towards Ernie.
“You want know who blew up your casino? Then you're gonna have to KISS MY SCALY TAIL WETSKINS!!!” Ernie screamed the last part in Mr. Toads ear following it up with a squirt of blood from his eye in to Mr. Toad's face.
Mr. Toad stood back up, calmly removing a handkerchief from his pocket and carefully dabbed the blood off his face. “Okay then” He said. “Hard way it is den.”
He nodded at Phil and Louie. Phil brought him a large hatchet that was hanging on the wall over a dusty grill. He gave it to Louie who was untying Ernie's left arm and forcibly held it down on the table. Louie took the hatchet and brought it down as hard as he could on the arm cutting it cleanly in half. David squeamishly had to turned his head away as the blood started to gush out of what was left of Ernie's arm.
“Hey watch the suit! I just had this cleaned!” Kenji shouted irately after narrowly dodging a splash of blood. But he was nearly drowned out by Ernie's earsplitting screech of pain
“Shut dat noise up, willya, Or else you're gonna lose da otha arm!”
“Hurry up and finish killing me wetskins! I ain't afraid of dyin'!” Ernie grunted through gritted teeth.
Mr. Toad laughed at this. “Ha ha ha! Kill ya? Oh no, iz way too early for dat buddy! We'ssa gonna have a little fun witcha first! Ya see, all I gotta do iz just toss dat prison guard I bribed a couple of extra bucks and he'll make up a phony report about ya getting shanked in da showers or somethin', den I can keep ya as long as I want! I'mma put you back in da freeza for a coupla more days and I'm gonna make sure is stays nice and cold for ya cold blooded body! I wanna see just how long it takes you guys ta grow ya limbs back. Den after you grow ya arm back I'm wonderin' if we lop all ya arms, legs and tail off if you can grow 'em back all at once or if ya gotta do it on at a time. So we'll be doin' another fun little science experiment! After a few more weeks if I get bored witcha only den I'll think about whacking ya.” Mr Toad waved at the rest of the creatures sitting at the table. “I guess you guys can jest head back home, dere ain't gonna be nothin' else ta see heya. Take him back to da freezer Louie!”
Louie grabbed Ernie's chair and stared to drag him to the freezer.”W-wait!” Ernie shouted. Mr. Toad nodded to Louie who stopped. “I'll tell what I know, just please don't put me back in that freezer!!”
“Go ahead.” Mr. Toad said. “But if ya call me wetskins one more time ya gonna be spendin' da next month as a living popsicle.”
“We, the Church of Tyranno have been given a very special task by Tyranno himself.”
“Who da heck is dis Tyranno guy I keep hearing about?”
Tyranno is the God of all reptiles, long ago even before human walked the earth, the planet was ruled by reptiles, we had giant majestic bodies about as tall as buildings and jaws that could devour ten mammals in a single chomp. We were known as dinosaurs.
“Tyranno ruled over us all and made the Earth a reptile paradise where we ruled over all! But we did not appreciate our position enough. We began to allow inferior species run rampant among the Earth and did not keep them under control. Tyranno became so displeased with our performance that he decided to bring a end to the age of dinosaurs by smiting the Earth with a giant meteor. After that he left us on the earth with the small lowly bodies we have today, and the humans came to power.
“But Tyranno has been gracious enough to return to the Earth and give us a second chance. He will give us our dinosaur bodies back again and turn the world back into a reptile paradise. All we have to do is prove that we will be able to put all the inferior species in their place. We must destroy one thousand of the inferior species by sacrificing our own lives.”
“So that's why you guys are suicide bombing all of these buildings in this city.” Marty said.
“Yes, those of us that sacrifice our lives for Tyranno will be brought back to life in reptile paradise and be given special dinosaur bodies more powerful than the rest.”
“So I'm just curious,” Marty said. “How do you guys go about deciding which place you're gonna be blowin' up?”
“Tyranno tells it to us himself. Every time we meet he speaks to us through the high priest. Telling us the address of the location we must blow up next. I haven't been able to attend the services myself since my incarceration but my brothers have been sending me mail, keeping me up to date of whats going on in the church”
“Interesting.” Marty remarked.
“If ya wanna ask my opinion, I think alla you palookas are a bunch of complete yahoos!” Mr Toad said. “Dinosaurs? Reptile paradise? I ain't never heard of such crazy talk in my life.”
“Go ahead, mock me, I've seen the signs! Soon I'll be a dinosaur and all of you inferior species will be at my feet, begging for mercy!”
“you keep on saying you've seen signs.” Marty said. “What are these signs exactly?”
“The comedian Batty Nocturne, who openly insulted reptiles at the Happy Hyena. The priest had told us that Tyranno would execute him, by making him kill himself with his own paws and surely enough he shot himself on live television for all to see! After that, there was no doubt at all in our minds that Tyranno had truly come back!”
“Wait a sec'” T-Shark interjected. “You talkin' about that crazy fool that blew his head open on the Good Night Show? You guys set that up?”
“No listen to what I'm saying mammal, we had nothing to do with it. This was a divine act of Tyranno himself to demonstrate his power.”
“Hmm.” Marty said. “So it appears there seems to be a connection with Batty's suicide and this case.”
“Hey Marty! You done wid dis guy? Or iz dere sometin' else ya wanna ask him.” Mr Toad Asked
“No I think I got all the info I'm gonna need from him at the moment. Now I gotta process this info.” Marty answered.
“Good, that means I ain't gotta be lookin' at his ugly mug no more” Mr Toad responded removing his gun.
“H-hey wait! What are you doing? I told you everything I know!” Ernie protested.
“Ya said ya wanted me ta kill ya didn'tcha? Well now you're about ta getcha wish!”
Blam!! Mr. Toad discharged his weapon into Ernie's chest killing the lizard almost instantly.
“Was that really necessary?” Marty asked with a frown.
“Well I couldn't jest let him get away with disrespecting me in front of alla dese creatures. Its like I toldja. I gotta reputation ta keep. Get him outta hear Louie, call the Carrion- oh dats right, she's dead, Dang! . . . Well we'll dump him da old fashion way at da docks wid da cement shoes.”
As Phil and Louie began do drag the body away, Marlon decidedly stood up putting his coat. “Right then Mr. Toad, you may have not killed my parents I guess, but don't think I've forgotten about my brother. This little get together you organized has been somewhat informative so I won't come at you today but I'd watch my back from here on if I were you. Well I'm off. I'm going to pick me up a keg of gasoline and pay this Church of Tyranno a visit. Then we'll see how those nutters like being blown to kingdom come!”
“No wait, you can't attack them yet.” Marty said.
Marlon spun around to face Marty. “I'm sorry but are you presuming to give me orders?” He snarled.
“Well no, I guess you can call it advice.” Marty responded calmly “You can go on and torch the place if you want, but if you really want to go after the guy in charge I’d suggest you let me finish my investigation.”
“What else iz dere ta investigate? We know who settin' off da bombs now.”Mr Toad said. “I sezs we go on and plug da bastards in da head!”
“Can't you see that someone is masterminding this whole thing?” Marty asked. “Or do you really believe that some dinosaur deity is directing them to blow buildings targeting specific crime lords. I wanna find out who really callin' the shots here!!”
“Dude's got a point.” T-Shark commented.
Marlon slammed his paws onto the table. “Blast! I just wanna bloody shoot someone already! How long is this gonna take?”
“I don't know. He did claim that this Tyranno was the one responsible for Batty's on air suicide. So obviously that incident is somehow tied to this case. So I'd say maybe a week?”
“You got three days detective!” Marlon snapped “Three days, then I'm just gonna burn the whole bloody thing to the ground and kill anyone inside!”
“Ya do realize dose guys are armed ta da teeth right?” Mr. Toad said. “I know the Golfox family ain't what it used ta be after we stomped ya a few years back. Ya might be tryin' ta stick ya tongue on more than you can swallow.”
“You best watch your mouth amphibian, before I put a bullet in it.”
“What you're gonna need iz some backup!” Mr. Toad continued ignoring the threat.
“Hmmph! And why the heck should I accept help from you?”
“'Cause we gotta common enemy here. I owes dese guys some payback too, don't forget. We ain't gotta be best buddies but it would make sense to try ta work together on this one. Dats da main reason I asked alla you guys here to see if ya wanted ta help deal with dese guys since dey'll most likely be comin after you next.”
Everybody at the table thought about Mr. Toad's proposal. “The Yamato family has more pressing matters to attend to than this. I sorry but I'm afraid we don't have any creatures to spare.” Kenji said
“Yeah, and the Aquatic District can take care of themselves. Sorry but I'm out.” T-Shark answered.
“Really guys?” Mr. Toad protested “You do understand dat dere gonna be blowing one of you guys up next right?”
“I think I can lend some creatures to aid in your assault.” Baldy said. “I do find it quite alarming that I might be blown up next.”
“Thanks Mista Mardoff, at least someones got some sense. What about you Golfox you still wanna do dis solo?”
Marlon though about it. “Hmm okay, I guess it would make sense to accept you help but as soon as this is over I’m gonna be settling my score with you!”
“Fantastic well Marty, we'll be waitin' on you ta get ta da bottom of whose behind alla dis. Ya think ya kin do dat in three days?”
“I guess I have no other choice but to now do I?” Marty sighed.
After the gangster parley was adjourned Mr Toad had insisted on giving Marty a ride back home in his hover limo to ensure that Marty didn't meet up with any “accidents” on the way back.
“Well here you boys are.” He said as they landed in front of their apartment. “Sorry I got you guys back a little later than expected.”
“We would have gotten back here earlier if you had dumped that body after dropping us off.” Marty muttered irately.
“Sorry bout dat but da guy wuz beginning to stink up my trunk. I had ta get rid of him fast!”
“I could have gotten back faster on the bus!” Marty complained. David had opened the door and stepped out onto the sidewalk. Marty followed. “Oh and I wouldn't trust Baldy if I were you.” Marty said looking through the open door. “I'm almost certain that he's go some kind of ulterior motive for helping you out.”
Mr. Toad laughed “Ha, da only three people I ever trust in my life iz me, myself, and I! Don't you worry about Baldy I'll be keepin and eye on both him and Marlon! You just worry about findin' out whose really callin' da shots here! Keep me posted on ya findings”
The limo rose up and sailed off into the sky after Marty shut the door.
“You really think you can do this in three days?” David asked as they climbed the stairs to their apartment.
“I'll admit it ain't the best time limit. But you work with what you can get I guess.”
They arrived at their floor and started walking down the hallway.
“So what are you going to do now?” David asked.
“Well I guess now I'll see if I can find a video clip of Batty's suicide and watch it to see if there are any clues there, then tomorrow I'll visit the Fluff network studio and do some looking around there. I know a guy who works there, he might be able to get me onto the set. Hopefully I'll find something there that points to-” Marty had stopped talking after he had placed a paw on the door handle of there apartment and turned it. He yanked his paw back quickly, went in his coat pocket and drew his gun and cocked it.
“What's wrong?” David asked in alarm.
“Shh! Door's open!” Marty whispered. “I left it locked when we left. Someone's in there!”
“Oh No!” David gasped fearfully. “I'll call the dogs!”
“They'll take too long getting here. You gotta gun?”
“No.” David said, wishing he had bought one.
“Then stay behind me!” Marty said.
He placed his paw back on the door handle and slowly opened it. The apartment was dark except for the glow of their television. They could see the pointed ear head of their intruder sticking out over the couch, watching the television. Marty stealthily stepped inside and David nervously followed with his claws fully extended.
Marty pointed his gun at the intruder's head. “Hey you! Don't move or I'll blow your head off!”
The figure sat still. “Now you're gonna stand up slowly, no sudden moves! and turn around and tell me who you are and what the heck you're doing here!”
The figure obediently stood up and turned around with their paws raised in the air.
“Hit the lights David.” Marty said. David turned the lights on and they was able to get a better look at their intruders. He recognized the neat clean white suite from earlier that day. It was Kenji Masuku.
“Good evening Mr. Mask, I was beginning to worry you wouldn't be back tonight. Can we sit down please? We have to talk.”