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I'm feelling a little depressed because I just seen a trailer for a new Disney movie coming out, and after reading up on it on Wikipedia, it looks like th world and setting of this movie is almost the same as the setting of story I've been working on for years. know I know if I ever decided to publish it or do anything with it it won't sound as original now, and people will probably think its a ripoff. But I don't feel like scrapping it because I put a lot of work into it. Should I go on and try to finish it?
Ch 12 Lord of the Reptiles

As she was being rolled into the building Anya felt the ropes that tied them loosen. As the sheets were ripped of Anya tensed herself preparing to attack her captors she couldn't bite because her and Grover's muzzle was tied tightly shut by a length of wire so they couldn't cry out for help. She would have to try to head butt them and strike them in the head with her paws.
Before she was able to attack she found herself staring down the business end of a pistol held by Crocco.
“Just in case either of you two gets the bright idea of trying something sudden, I think you'd both best know, that Crocco here will not hesitate in blowing your brains out if you make him the slightest bit nervous. So if I'd just sit tight and do as I'm told if I were you. Now get up off there slowly one at a time, put those paws up in the air as you do it. You first”
Anya had no other choice but to follow the turtle's orders for now. She couldn't risk getting herself and Grover shot. After she had stood up and raised her paws in the air, Crocco took her cuffs of off her belt and roughly twisting her arms, he cuffed her paws behind her back.
“Now you, it’s your turn now.” Mr. Boulder said to Grover. Grover slowly climbed off the cart and Crocco quickly gave him the same treatment with his own handcuffs.
“Sit!” Crocco ordered motioning to the metal folding chairs
As she sat down, Anya took a moment out from glaring at her captors to access her surroundings. She appeared to be in a large room with a high ceiling which seemed to be somehow covered by some thick fog. The place appeared to be a sanctuary of some kind. Two rows of wooden pews filled the floor of the room. But the main feature of this sanctuary seemed to be the Giant skeleton standing on a stage in front of the rows of pews.  Behind it was a giant stained glass window depicting a giant lizard like creature with a bulbous head. Its head was tossed back in a roar as a volcano erupted in the background behind him.
“I must got I have work to do. Watch the dogs, make sure they don't try anything until Tyranno has dealt with them.” Craig Boulder ordered Crocco.
“You mean you're going to miss the service again? But don't you want to see Tyranno deal with these two? “
“I have been given a direct mission from Tyranno himself!” Craig proclaimed. “As much as it pains me to, I must go. You have been given your part and I have been given mine!”
And with that he made his way down the row of pews on the side, disappearing through a small side door in the corner of the front of the sanctuary.
They sat there in front of the watchful eye of Crocco for five more minutes. Anya brainstormed desperately attempting to come up with a plan to escape. She thought about getting up and head-butting Crocco real hard and trying to take his gun. But it would never work. Even if she did manage to catch Crocco off guard, the others sitting in the pews would probably be on her before she could try to go for his gun. As she continued racking her brain for other ideas, a robed rattle snake slithered up to the podium shaking his rattle into the microphone causing everyone to be quiet.
“Let us all praise Tyranno” He proclaimed.
“All praise Tyranno” The crowd said in unison. “True supreme ruler of the Earth and Lord of all reptiles. Let every reptilian tongue praise his holy name!”
Brother and sisters, I thank you for gathering here today again. I will also like to give thanks to Sylvia for giving her life in order to carry out the latest bombing of that Vulture's mansion. We shall meet her again when Tyranno brings the reptile paradise back to Earth and she comes back in her new dinosaur body along with the others who sacrificed themselves for our cause as well.
“Now as you may have noticed we have captured two creatures who would try to interfere, and stand in the way of Tyranno's holy plan.”
“Are those police dogs?” A lone voice asked from the crowd.
“Yes these dogs are with the police.” The snake responded.
“Why the heck would you bring them here? There whole police force is probably going to be looking for them!”
“Yeah I don't wanna go to jail!” Another voice whined from the crowd.
“Do not fret my brothers! These mortal dogs cannot stop the will of Tyranno!” The snake said trying to keep everyone calm. But his words were to no avail. The crowd had started murmuring amongst themselves as others began voicing their concerns. He tried to silence everyone by shaking his rattle into the microphone but it didn’t seem to have any effect as the panic in the crowd began to rise.
Suddenly The Skeleton on the stage behind the rattle snake came to life. Blue flames appeared in each of his eye sockets and it threw its head back to let out a huge earsplitting roar that filled up the whole sanctuary. “SILENCE!!!” It commanded in a loud booming voice. Everybody grew deathly silent.
“YOUR COMPLETE AND UTTERAL LACK OF FAITH HAS ANGER ME GREATLY!” Tyranno continued. Anya and Grover were both wide eyed attempting to process what they were witnessing. Was that skeleton actually talking?
The crowd went nuts at this. Everyone began wailing and crying blubbering to Tyranno for forgiveness. Some were even throwing themselves out of the pews, into the middle of the aisle pressing their faces to the floor, sobbing into the carpet.
Everybody became silent.
Crocco grabbed Grover by arm and forcefully yanked him out of the chair. Anya got up with a howl of protest and tried to stop the crocodile from dragging her partner off. She tried to head butt him but Crocco was ready for her, he jabbed her hard in the stomach and she doubled down whining in pain. He then shoved her back into the chair. He tossed his gun to a lizard standing nearby. “Watch her.” He ordered. “Make sure she doesn't try anything until we are ready for her.”
Crocco dragged Grover down the middle aisle and threw him on the floor directly in front of the Tyranno fossil. Grover tried to get up but Crocco forced him back onto his knees.
Suddenly there was a crack of thunder and a bolt of lightning descended down from the fog covering the ceiling striking Grover in the back. Grover shook and howled as the electricity coursed through his body. The he fell to the floor dead, his body still smoking.
The crowd went wild at this, loudly cheering and roaring with praise. Anya moaned in despair as she helplessly watched her partner’s charred corpse drop to the floor.
Crocco marched back up the aisle and grabbed Anya roughly by the arm.  She to resist but Crocco’s grip was firm. He dragged her to the front of the sanctuary in front of Tyranno. “KNEEL BEFORE TYRANNO MAMMAL” Tyranno ordered.
Anya simply glared defiantly back at him. Whatever this thing was, she wasn’t going to give it the satisfaction of seeing her fear.
Crocco smashed her hard in the shins with his nightstick forcing her to fall on her knees. Anya squeezed her eyes shut, whimpering in pain. She thought of everything she had done, she thought of all the effort she had put in too try to make the streets  of Geltempo a safer place. She wondered if she made a difference as Tyranno again began to throw his head back and roar for the second time.
Suddenly several gunshot were heard from outside the sanctuary. Everyone turned towards the double back doors from which the sound had come from.
Suddenly they were kicked open and a fox wearing a black leathery jacket busted in holding a hand gun. “This is for my parents you scaly rotters!” Anya recognized his scent. It was Marlon Golfox, last surviving member of the Golfox family. He aimed and fired his gun shooting the rattlesnake priest in the head killing him instantly. He was followed by a toad wearing a trench coat and fedora. Anya recognized him as Mr. Toad. Rumored to be the toad in charge of the amphibian mafia.
“Yeah, what he said! Oh and dis is for my casino, ya crazy bastards.” He pulled out a very large machine gun. Anya instinctively made herself flat on the floor and Crocco managed to dive out of the way in time. Others weren’t as lucky as Mr. Toad began to strafe the sanctuary with bullets. Several reptile that were in the middle of the aisle died there. As they were shooting, each of the two crime lord’s respective subordinates begin to spill in firing their weapons as well.
However it seem that the reptiles weren’t entirely defenseless.  Many of them appeared to have their own side arms which they began firing and their attackers. Several of the attacking side fell.
“I told ya dey’d be packin’ heat! Get to some cover ya numbskulls!” Mr. Toad shouted. Everyone scrambled to hide behind a pillar or pew or anything they cloud use as good cover several getting shot as they ran.
Anya began crawling towards the side of the sanctuary and the gun battle raged on she there were two lizards sitting on pew in the front row but they had already been shot dead.  She peered down the side walkway and was surprised to see none other than Marty Mask waving at them from behind a pillar. Keeping his body low to the ground he scampered on all fours towards Anya.
He grinned at her while staying crouched down behind cover. “Hey Anya, “He said. “Whatcha doing on the floor? Trying to arrest the dust mites?”
Anya glared at him.
“Heh, hold on I think I can get those cuffs off.” He felt around in his pocket for a few seconds and then pulled out an object that looked to be a small slender sewing needle. He then carefully wiggled it around in the keyhole of the cuffs that Anya was wearing and after about half a minute it clicked opened. As soon as her paws were free Anya undid the wires the held her muzzle shut.
“What are you doing here? I thought I told you to stay out of this investigation!” She snapped at him.
“Yeah you’re welcome.” Marty responded.
“Please don’t tell me that you’re the one responsible for all these criminals in here shooting up the place.”
“Well I saw them taking you into here, I had to do something, but you can’t expect me to take on all of those guys by myself! “
“”You could have called the station, they would have sent in some back up.”
“Yeah sorry but I kinda promised these guys I’d lead them to the guy in charge of the whole thing so that they can issue some payback personally. I don’t think they be too happy with me If I were to get the police involved in this and I’m really not trying to get on anyone else’s bad side. “
“Okay but don’t think this is over, when we get out of this, you and me are going to have a long talk down at the station. Where’s that cat that’s been with you on your little escapades lately, Is he here too?”
“Yeah David didn’t really want to be involved in this whole gun battle so I have him outside watching the door. But what about your buddy Grover? Didn’t he get taken in with you?” Marty asked.
One look at Anya’s face and Marty put together what happened. His demeanor instantly change and his smile vanished.
“Oh no, don’t tell me!”
Anya nodded tears running from her eyes.
Marty slammed a fist into the ground. “Dammit I was too slow! What happened to him?”
She pointed at the Tyranno fossil standing on the center stage. “It was that Tyranno thing.”
“Tyranno? You mean that thing is actually real?”
“I don’t know! But that thing can move and talk!  And then it killed Grover with a lightning bolt!”
“A lightning bolt? But how the heck is that possible?”
Suddenly they were cut off by a load earsplitting roar from Tyranno. It shook the room stopping everyone in their track. The flames in Tyranno flared up greatly as he roared.  “CEASE THIS BLAPHEMY AT ONCE!” It thundered with rage with its loud booming voice.
The gunfire stop for a minute as the gangsters were all busy trying to figure out what was going on.
“Everybody fall back.” Mr. Toad ordered his gang.
“Yeah back off mates” Marlon said. “Hold off until we sort out what kind of nutter we’re dealing with now.”
Most of the attackers followed the orders of their bosses, carefully retreating to the back of the sanctuary.
One frog however remained in the middle of the main aisle. He seem to be very unsure of what to do. Shakily he pointed his gun up at the fossil.
“Franky, what da heck is you doin’” Mr. Toad yelled at him. “I said ta fall back!”
“I-I ain’t afraid of youse!” He fired his gun of twice. With the second shot one of the flames in Tyranno’s right eye socket went out.  Before he could get a third shot off a lightening bolt shot down from the mist on the ceiling striking him dead.
“Blimey!” Marlon exclaimed in amazement. “This thing has some actually power!”
“Alright I’ve seen enough!” Marty said standing up and clicking his pistol.  
Anya grabbed him by the arm. “Hold on, your not going to try to fight that thing are you? Are you crazy? Did you not just see what happened to that frog?” She snapped at him.
“I sure did!” Marty replied. “And thanks to that, I think I have an Idea of what going on here. It’s time I put an end to this little show!”
Anya hesitated for a minute and then let him go. “Just be careful alright. I really don’t want to have to deal with another death tonight.”
Marty grinned at her. “Don’t worry, I ain’t planning on dying tonight!”
Ch 11 The Church of Tyranno
“Well jeez is that rude or what?” David fumed angrily as the walked down the street. “After all that help and information you gave her she's gonna still just kick us out like that?!”
“Yeah that Anya for ya, she really doesn't like working with me sometimes so I kinda figured she'd try to get rid of me as soon as she felt she didn't need me anymore.”
“Why does she hate you so much” David asked.
“Well you see Anya always did like to do thing by the book. Heck I even think she even memorized the darn  book sometimes, my style is a bit more unorthodox. I don't wait for things like warrants before breaking in a house or something if I need to find some evidence. I don't follow any codes, or rules when I investigate. Sometimes she needs my help when solving a case,and that pisses her off to no end.”
“Jeez she an be a real jerk sometimes!”
“Hey, go easy on her will ya?” Marty said. “I know she can be a huge grouch sometimes but Anya is one of the few decent souls in this city, she's the most dedicated dog I've seen trying to make these streets safe.”
Marty turned left at the first corner they got to.
“Wait, were are we going?” David asked, “The bus stop is the other way!”
“I'm about to head down this alley coming up, should take me to the back of the studio. There's just one more thing I'd like to look into before calling it a day.”
“Wait why? Anya might actually arrest us for sure if she catches us back in that building!”
“Who said anything about going back inside?” Marty said. “He then pulled out his phone and dialed a number on it. “Hey Nina, its me Marty, . . . Yeah you on your lunch break yet? . . .  great, can you meet me in the back of the building? . . . Thanks you're a real peach.” He closed his phone and put it away. “Lets go.”
They arrived to the back of the fluff network studio. There was a small parking space  outside the back double doors where a small white truck sat idle in the lot. On the other side of the lot there was an overflowing dumpster.
There was a set of double doors and a small bench next to it. A squirrel was sitting on the bench with a smoking cigarette in her paw. David realized that this was the receptionist that had greeted them when they had first entered the studio. She still no longer had the plastic smile plastered to her face.
Marty walk up to the bench and greeted her. “Hey Nina!”
“Hi Marty, I'm sorry but I can't get you back in, that hard nose detective really doesn't want you getting back in there, and frankly she's kinda scary and I'd rather not piss her off.” Nina replied
“Don't sweat it, you done more than enough for me already, getting us those janitor suits and getting us in that dressing room.”
“Hey it was the least I could do after you helped me find my kitten at the mall.”
“ah, it was nothin', I couldn't pass up a sow in distress without helping, besides it was pretty easy to figure out that the little tyke ran off to the nut bread store, Anyways its okay if you don't wanna get me back inside, I think I've already found out everything I wanted to know in there anyways. I actually wanted to ask you some questions. You told me that lots of the staff for that building like to gossip with you about the going ons there, so I was hoping that maybe you would have some information that could help me out.”
“Well sure I try to answer them,” Nina responded. “I so sure of how much help I can be, only thing I can tell you about Batty that you probably don't already know is that he can be a real jerk-wad sometimes, yelling at me because the lights in his dressing room are too bright! Like I'm supposed to do something about it, I'm the receptionist not the dang electrician!”
  “Actually I wanted to ask you about a lizard named Zenny Scales.”
“Zenny Scale? Where did you hear about him at?”
“Well lets just say his name popped up during my investigations.”
“Ain't that the lizard they found splattered on the ground in the Otto's department store lot?”
“Yeah that sounds like him.”
“Hmm well I don't know exactly who he pissed of to deserve that kind of end but I do know a little bit about him since he used  to work here,  Zenny used to be  in charge of the special effects there, and he was the best at it. Every explosion and stunt that happens on 'Barfy and Pooch'  or any of our other shows  and movies on the Fluff Network, they are all his design. I don't what Craig Boulder's gonna do now that he's dead, the guy was a master at illusions and tricks, I don't really think we'll ever be able to find anyone as good as he was.”
“ Hmm. Well that's interesting, but I was wondering how did Craig Boulder feel about the guy.”
“How did Craig feel about him?”
“Lets just say I have reason to believe that Mr. Boulder didn't entirely trust Zenny.”
“Really? Oh jeez, well I didn't see anything to suggest that, in fact it looked like they were working together on something before he died.”
“Have any idea what it was was.”
“Well at first I wasn't sure, but then Mr. Boulder started have a bunch of creature work on this giant animatronic skeleton for some new horror movie we were doing called 'Attack of the Living Fossil'. Zenny Scales was in charge of constructing it. Weird part is just as they finished building the dang thing, Batty cancels production for the movie.”
“Did he give any reason for this?”
“All he said was the movie wasn't going the way he envisioned it. Still doesn't make sense though, The studio spent a lot of money building that animatronic.”
“What ever happened to this animatronic.”
“I think we're keeping it in the studio warehouse down the street.”
“Hmm, I might have to pay this warehouse a visit.”
“Well good luck getting in there, They got a 24 hour guard there and I can't help you getting in that place, you on your own.”
Before Marty could respond the back doors burst open. Craig Boulder hurriedly rushed out followed by a huge crocodile wheeling a metal cart. Its cargo was covered by a thick white sheet that was tied over it with rope.
Craig Boulder almost jumped when he saw Marty, David and Nina.
“Nina what the heck are you doing out here?! And who the heck are these guys?!!”
“I'm on my lunch break, I always have it at six o'clock. These are my friends, we were  just chatting.”
“Well your lunch break is over, now get back in there and get back to work!”Craig Boulder snapped as the crocodile loaded the cart onto the truck. “And tell these friends of yours to get off private studio property before I have their butts arrested!This ain't a social club.” And with that, he and the crocodile climbed into the cab and the truck began to lurch off.
“Geez, what crawled up his butt and died today?!!” Nina snapped irately throwing her cigarette down and grounding it out with her foot.
“Sorry to take off on you like this Nina but I gotta go follow that truck, thanks for you help. C'mon David, let go.” Marty said really quickly.
By the time Nina looked back up Marty had already taken off full speed after the truck. David had hesitated at first but then ran after Marty.
“You guy be careful out there!” She call out.
Marty turned around for a second and wave at her. “Thanks doll, will do.” Then  her continued chasing after the truck.
Marty and David ran out of the alley as the truck reach the street it began to speed up, but it the had to stop for the red light at the end of the block.
Marty scanned the street. “Oh thank goodness its a taxi.” A fox had waved down a tax and was preparing to board it. Marty ran up and shoved the fox to the side. “Sorry pal but I need this cab more than you right now.”he said as he climbed in the taxi followed by David.
“Hey what's the big idea?!!” The fox began to protest. David shut the door on him and the fox began angrily beating on the window.
“Hey I saw that!” The rabbit cab driver said. “That wasn't right or fair, You gotta wait till your turn, Now I don't think I can in good consciousness-” The rabbit stopped talking as soon a he saw the wad of cash Marty had shoved through the window.
“There more where that came from if you don't lose that truck up there!” Marty said pointing at the truck.
“Yes sir!” The rabbit said starting the taxi up and driving up to the back of the truck.
The light changed green and the truck lurched into motion, followed by the taxi car.
“So you wanna tell me why we're following this guy?” David asked.
“I'm just getting a bad feeling about that cart, Craig is acting kinda nervous when he ran out the door. Plus those sheets on the cart were practically drenched in scent eraser, whatever or whoever it is under those sheets, Craig don't want us smelling.”
“Yeah I haven't seen Anya or Grover since she kicked us out the building and I've just tried calling her phone and was not able to reach her.”
“. . . Wait you don't think that's them tied up under those sheets do you?”
“that's what I intend to find out!”
They followed the truck down a couple of blocks until it turned down a big driveway next to an old, abandon looking rundown church.  
“It looks like their stopping, you can drop us off right there.” Marty said to the driver slipping a few more bills through the window and pointing to an area about three feet from the driveway.
After the taxi dropped them off Marty walked up to the side of the driveway, then pressing his body against the wall he peaked his head around the corner. He the back up a motioned for David to come over. “It pretty dark in that alley, I understand that cats have the best night vision, so you feel like you wanna take a peek?”
“Okay, I guess.” David carefully crept up to the edge of the building the he poked out his head to look down the driveway.
The truck had stopped at the side of the building and Craig Boulder and Crocco stepped out. A rattlesnake in a black sleeveless robe slithered out the side door. “What took you so long?! Service is about to start in five minutes!” He said.
“Sorry, I ran into a little complication. But I'm here now aren't I?” Mr. Boulder responded.
Crocco began to unload the cart off the truck, and there were defiantly signs of something alive trapped under the sheets as the shapes under them was squirming and struggling against the rope that firmly held them down.
“And what the heck is that?” The snake asked.
“Two police dogs that tried to get in the way of our holy mission! We shall use them as sacrifices tonight to demonstrate the power of Tyranno.” Mr. Boulder responded.
The snake look worried. “Those are dogs? And you brought them here? Do really think it was wise to bring police dogs here?”
“Don't tell me your doubting the power of Tyranno! We have the protection of a god behind us now! No puny mortal powers such as the police force can get in our way now!” Craig Boulder declared as the cart was wheeled into the church.
David leaned off the wall and crept back to Marty. “It looks like you're right, they've got Anya and Grover! And it looks like they ain't got much time left either, a service is about to start in five minutes and Craig Boulder said something about them being sacrifices.”
“Oh geez that doesn't sound good!” Marty murmured, “Well dang, now I gotta do something, I can't just let them get killed like that! Looks like we got to cancel this service.”
“Are you nuts?!” David hissed. “That church is probably full right now, we'd be way outnumbered.”
“Have you forgotten already?” Marty Mask said pulling out his phone, “We got backup.”
Ch 10 The Stain of Truth

“Hmm, so this must have been written by that blackmailer!” Anya remarked.
“Blackmailer? You know about a blackmailer?” Marty asked “Is there something you'd maybe like to clue me in on.”
“And why the heck would I share information with you? You're not a part of this investigation,  you're not even with the police!”
Marty shrugged.”Oh well I guess you got a point, you don't need to be telling me anything. I mean I was going to tell ya how Batty's suicide was connected to all these bombs going off all over the city. But hey you're  I'm not on the police force. We should just keep each of our own investigations to our self”
That made Anya pause for a moment. “Y-you can't fool me like that, I-I know you're just bluffing, You probably don't know anything!”  She said uncertainly after a few seconds.
Marty didn't respond he just pulled a cigarette and lighter out his coat pocket and lit it.  He pulled a long drag of it a puffed the smoke out of his mouth.
After about a minute Anya broke down.
“Alright, tell me what you got.”
“You first.”
“ You first? What the heck do you mean by you first?!'”
“Well you didn't think I was gonna just start talking for nothin' did you? I'll tell you what I know when you tell me about this blackmailer of yours.”
“Okay fine!” Anya said. “But you better not be messing around with me because I can still haul your tail off to jail for interfering with a police investigation!!”
She told Marty all about her visit to Elaine Nocturne and all about the video that she watched there.
“Hmm, Interesting,” Marty said thoughtfully, “So that's why Batty felt he had to cooperate with this blackmailer!”
“Yeah, now its your turn! Tell me how all this connects to all the bombs that's been going off!”
Marty shrugged “Well a deal's a deal I guess.”
Marty told Anya about his investigation into the explosions and how he traced the connection back to The Church of Tyranno.
“So your working for filthy criminals now?” Anya responded. “That's a new low, even for you Marty!”
“Hey,” Marty responded, “Its not like I had a choice! My brother's a tough guy but he can't handle the entire Amphibian Mafia on his own!”
“You should have come to the police for help!”
“No offense Anya, but I found that the Geltempo police aren't the most reliable when it comes protecting creatures that ain't rich!”
“That's not-” And then she stopped herself realizing that Marty was right. Not all of the dogs in the police department had protecting the city as their top priority.
“Whatever! So what your saying is this church of Tyranno is behind all the bombings?”
“Yeah and someone is playing these guys like a fiddle! They've tricked Batty in to shooting himself and made it look like a divine act of this Tyranno  God just so they'd believe in him and blindly do whatever he said!”
“But I guess you don't no who this person is yet?”
“Nope but that's what I'm trying to figure out.”And with that Marty returned to sifting through the trash.
“Why the heck are you still going through the trash?!” Anya asked. “We got the note, what else are you expecting to find in there?!”
“There's still a piece missing.” Marty said.
“Does it matter? We can see the whole note. It's just a corner piece missing! There isn't nothing on it.”
“C'mon Anya you're supposed to be a detective, you should know this!” Marty said holding up a small ball of paper. “A puzzle is never complete until you've fit in every last piece.”
He unrolled the paper and placed it into the corner where the piece was missing.
“You satisfied now?” Anya asked.
“What's this right here?” Marty asked tapping a small red blotch with his claw.
“Is that blood?” David asked.
Anya knelt down and sniffed the paper herself. “No it's not blood. Is just some kind of spicy food sauce.”
“Hmm. Looks like our blackmailer was enjoying themselves a little snack when they wrote this.” Marty remarked.
“Wait a minute!” Anya said. She sniff the paper again. “I smelled this before!”
She handed the paper piece to her partner. “Here Grover! Don't you recognize this scent?”
Grover took the paper and sniffed it. “Huh? Is this from that crayfish Craig Bolder was eating? Wait- you don't think?”
“Lets not go jumping to conclusions here! We need to just talk with him for now.” Anya replied.
“Craig Boulder huh? That's the guy that runs this place isn’t it? Interesting.”
“Yeah its  interesting alright, but this is as far as you go!” Anya replied.
“What do you mean by that?”
“What I mean is that this is an official police investigation and you're not a part of the police. So take a cab and go home. We can handle it from here!”
“What are you serious, you would’ve even known to question the guy if it wasn't for Marty!” David said.
“I'm sorry, but the law is the law. I can't be bringing civilians around on official business!”
“It's okay,” Marty replied shrugging. “I can find another lead.”
“I'd really suggest you'd just go home and let the police handle this! If what you’re saying about the bombings being involved in this is true than this is way to big for a lone private detective to handle!!”
“Sorry Anya but I gotta make a living somehow.”  Marty replied.
“Fine, play it your way, but if you get in my way I will take you in!” Anya said. “Now your five minutes is up! Now get out of here and take those silly janitor uniforms off!”
Anya personally escorted Marty and David out of the building after they changed out of the janitor outfits to make sure that they left for good. She then instructed the security guard on duty to not under any circumstances allow the raccoon access back into the building.
She and Grover then headed to the reception desk to ask about speaking to Craig Boulder.
“Oh, Mr. Boulder went to his office just a moment ago!” The squirrel chirped brightly.
“And which way is this office.” Anya asked.
“Oh, I'm terrible sorry but Mr. Boulder has requested that nobody is to disturb him for the next couple of hours, perhaps you can come back in the mourning and speak with him.”
Anya took her badge out and slapped it on the desk in front of her. “Listen, I'm in the middle of a very important investigation here. So Mr. Boulder is just going to have to deal with being disturbed for now! Now tell me where his office is!” she snarled at her.
“Umm-umm O-on the twelfth floor s-second door on the right.” The squirrel stammered nervously.
“Lets Go!” Anya said to Grover. They entered the elevator and got out on the twelfth floor then they walked down the dark red hallway and opened the door to Craig Boulder's office.
Craig boulder was sitting at his desk talking to a large crocodile sitting on the other side.
“Hey its the Detectives!” Craig Boulder greeted them. “So are you done investigating Batty's death yet?”
“Well not quite.” Anya replied. “But we did find out a couple of interesting facts and some of them I'd like to ask you some questions about.”
“Well Croco” Craig said to the crocodile. “Looks like we're going to have to finish this discussion later.”
Croco nodded and got up and left the room through the door.
“Would you like to have a seat?” Craig Boulder offered.
“If its all the same to you, we'd rather stand.”
“Well okay, what did you want to ask me about?”
“Okay so what I'm about to tell you is confidential and you are not repeat this to anyone!We have reason to believe that Batty did not intentionally commit suicide.”
“Oh jeez. Are you kidding me? C'mon now, he verily clearly shot himself in the head on live television! Just cause he bought some plane tickets doesn't mean he couldn't have change his mind and decided to off himself.”
“We've found out some more decisive evidence that the plane tickets today.” Anya replied. “We found a box for a prop gun in his desk, Batty was planning to only pretend to kill himself tonight. But someone secretly switched his fake gun out for a real gun and he ended up unwittingly shooting himself in the head with live ammo. Also a ripped up note was found in the trash. It was assembled back together and it looked like a blackmail letter instructing Batty to fake his death.”
“Okay well maybe your right. But I still don't get what this has to do with me.”
“Well there was on part of this blackmail letter that was  particularly interesting” Anya walked to the trash can next to the desk a took  out an empty carry out container that Craig Boulder had eaten his lunch out  of. She opened it and sniffed  the leftover sauce in the bottom.
“Wow, are you Geltempo cop so underpaid you gotta eat out the trash?” Craig boulder laughed.
“This special crayfish sauce,” she said. “We found a stain of it on the black mail note. Whoever wrote the note was eating the Crayfish special from the seafood place down the street. Now I called this diner and they told me there's only one creature who regularly orders the Crayfish Special and that creature is you. I also find it oddly convenient that the creature who replaced his prop gun was only able to do so because you call Batty away to your office at the last minute.”
Craig Boulder frown at Anya. “So what exactly are you implying officer?”
“Well I think you may be a suspect in the murder of Batty Nocturne and we believe you may be tied to the bombing as well. I'd like to ask you to come down to the station so we can ask you some more questions.”
Craig Boulder stood up slowly with a serious look on his face now. “That won't be necessary now.” He said rapping the desk twice with his fist. “You police detectives are a little bit better than I had hoped you would be.  You know about the truth behind Batty's suicide and you've somehow managed to connect it to the bombings. You already know way to much more that I would prefer you know.”
Anya took out her gun a pointed it at him. “So let me get this straight, are you confessing?”
Craig Boulder shrugged rapping his desk again. “Well yes I suppose you could say I am. It was so pathetically easy fooling that idiot bat into shooting himself in the head.”
“Well this is as far as whatever your plan is goes! You're under arrest for- Hey wait a minute, why do you keep hitting the desk like that?”
“Now Croco!” Mr. Boulder shouted.
Anya heard footsteps rushing up behind her and she spun around but her reaction was too late. It was Croco who had silently sneaked back into the office at Mr. Boulder signal. He had rushed up behind her raising a big blackjack in the air and brought it down hard on her cracking her  in the skull. That was the last thing she remembered before losing conciseness.
Grover went for for his on gun. “Hey what are you doing-” Croco was  on him before he could draw his weapon. He hit  the dog with the blackjack full strength across the face. Grover did a full half spin in the air before crash to the floor with a broken jaw.
“Well that was a little too close for comfort.” Mr. Boulder remark after both of the dogs were knocked out on the floor. “Let hope they haven't radioed in to the station yet, or this might make things even more complicated.”
Croco took out a gun cocked it. “shall I kill them now?” He asked.
Mr. Boulder angrily waved his hands shaking his head. “No you idiot not here! Everybody in the building's gonna hear the gunshots, besides I got a better idea than just killing them now. We can use them in tonight's service.  Get some rope and tie them up, then get a prop cart and some sheets! And be quick about it! We gotta get them out of here before they wake up!”
Ok I know this is just some nerdy nitpicking and i have too much time on my hands but but did anyone read the trophy description for the blue pikmin yet?
"This Blue pikmin walks around with its mouth ajar"
Its a gill not a mouth!!!!!


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Micaiah Parker
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Favourite genre of music: Video game music
MP3 player of choice: Dingoo
Favourite cartoon character: Donkey Kong

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BeardoMan Featured By Owner Jul 9, 2015  New Deviant Hobbyist Traditional Artist
I appreciate the fav immensely mi amigo.
BlackProf Featured By Owner Dec 14, 2012
thanks for the watch!
darceclips Featured By Owner Oct 29, 2011
Thanks for the Llama, bud!
Mikethemerciless Featured By Owner Oct 30, 2011  Hobbyist Writer
Just returning the favor I guess
TIGERM Featured By Owner Jul 24, 2010  Professional General Artist
Heya buddy! :wave:

Amazing writing! =)

Keep up the grand work! ^_^

:teevee: Forever In Love With All That Which Exists
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Mikethemerciless Featured By Owner Jul 25, 2010  Hobbyist Writer
Thanks, that meant alot to me.
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:teevee: Forever In Love With All That Which Exists
(That Which Is Seen & Unseen, Known & Unknown),
-DJ, TIGER M [Saturday]
-12:20 PM (8/28/2010)

kolkhoznik Featured By Owner Apr 10, 2010
you can not grasp the power of the attack
Mikethemerciless Featured By Owner Apr 11, 2010  Hobbyist Writer
U like Earthbound too huh?
kolkhoznik Featured By Owner Apr 12, 2010
I do.
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