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Post by Eyes on Sept 6, 2016 23:33:26 GMT -5
As the old saying goes, "it was the best of times... it was the worst of times." Those words are only too true. Believe me. I know.
They called me Sam. Detective Sam. Or just plain ol' Private Eye worked too. All day long I would sit in my office, waiting for my big break. It happened on a day lodged in my memory, a day that I will never forget...
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Post by frankthetriviaman on Sept 6, 2016 23:41:40 GMT -5
... I was working with my associates in that dirty old sty of an office we called out business. There was Donnie, a Scottish bloke who was always in it for the action, and Alan, my friend from High School I fought alongside with in the war. But a change in times meant a change in business, and we traded our helmets for fedoras.
We were going into our third straight day without a case, when suddenly there was a knock at our door. I was closest to answer, but Donnie was all to eager to get some action this week
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Post by Eyes on Sept 6, 2016 23:46:29 GMT -5
He jumped, up opened the door, and there stood a lady you only see once in a lifetime... or twice if you were lucky.
She was the kind of dame who could look at you as though you were a dirty snake and the next moment as though you were the best man in the world.
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Post by Toz76 on Sept 6, 2016 23:52:44 GMT -5
And she was dying from a gunshot wound to the chest.
"Help me, detectives! Avenge my death!" And she left for wherever the dead dwell.
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Post by Eyes on Sept 6, 2016 23:56:18 GMT -5
Now I was in shock. We all stood still before we could figure out what to do.
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Post by frankthetriviaman on Sept 6, 2016 23:56:51 GMT -5
Well, I hadn't seen this coming, but then again in this line of work no two cases are alike. There she lay, dead in my office, a gunshot through her chest. It was that moment I realized I was incredibly squeamish, and passed out cold
(Just kidding; ok, for real now)
Well, I hadn't seen this coming, but then again in this line of work no two cases are alike. There she lay, dead in my office, a gunshot through her chest. It was that moment I realized We hadn't heard a gunshot that day, meaning she must have traveled a long ways to get my team's help. But with only a body and no crime scene, there wasn't much to go on
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Post by Eyes on Sept 6, 2016 23:58:54 GMT -5
So I did what any logical man would do. I...
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Post by frankthetriviaman on Sept 7, 2016 0:05:25 GMT -5
... found myself calling the cops. For you see, the world of a private eye is rather convoluted. Cases come and go, and we only get paid for the ones we solve. A dead client isn't going to pay the bills, so I decided to leave this to the guys who do get paid to deal with this.
I went to the phone, and started to dial...
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Post by Eyes on Sept 7, 2016 0:08:13 GMT -5
...when someone said, "All right, bub, put you hands in the air and walk away from that phone."
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Post by frankthetriviaman on Sept 7, 2016 0:11:11 GMT -5
I turned around to see a man who I wonder if he even knew what he was doing. He was pointing his index finger at me and his thumb was straight in the air as his remaining fingers curled into a fist.
"I've got a full magazine and I'm not afraid to fire" he said. Just great, first a body and now a loonie; and it hasn't even been five minutes.
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Post by frankthetriviaman on Sept 8, 2016 16:59:22 GMT -5
Ok, I'll admit that wasn't my best. For real now.
......
I looked up and saw an angry looking Irishman, holding a pistol and walking towards me. He looked like he had a score to settle, but I swear he was a man I had never met in my life. Why did this day go from bad to worse.
But good old Donnie fortunately had his 357 Magnum. The stubborn Irishman was too focused on me to notice Donnie, who fired and made the Irishman drop his gun in pain. Alan went for the takedown and it was amazing what had transpired in a matter of seconds.
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Post by Eyes on Sept 8, 2016 17:27:36 GMT -5
"All right, mac, what's this all about?" I asked.
"Bah, yoo fiendish wastrel, get yoor filthy han's offa me!!"
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Post by frankthetriviaman on Sept 8, 2016 18:09:59 GMT -5
He was in no position to be making any demands, and Alan and I made sure he knew that. Once he knew, he began singing like the crooner at the Fontaine Night Club I used to go to.
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Post by Eyes on Sept 8, 2016 19:41:58 GMT -5
Which means that he spouted nonsense.
"Doon't ye 'new tha' Aye could nay do it like a mon with a pill on 'is iceburg?"
"What?"
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Post by frankthetriviaman on Sept 8, 2016 20:04:54 GMT -5
"I think he said don't you know hat I could not do it like a man with a pull on his iceberg" Alan said.
So after a good deal of slapping some sense into him, I decided I needed a drink to get me thinking straight. So once the cops arrived I left Donnie and Alan to talk to them while I headed down to the bar for a drink. A glass of whiskey could really hit the spot right about now.
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Post by Eyes on Sept 8, 2016 20:07:57 GMT -5
My mind was in a whirl. I had the facts. They didn't amount to much. Just like my old girlfriend back in high school.
As I walked along, I thought about the case. If you could call it a case, that is. Then-
"GAAH!" I cried as something grabbed my and pulled me inside a doorway.
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Post by frankthetriviaman on Sept 8, 2016 20:12:48 GMT -5
I had to think quickly, for my life could be on the line. After holding off the man for several seconds I saw my chance... an empty beer bottle within reach.
The next thing I knew, I had the bottle in my hand, and broke it over the guy's head. It wasn't enough to stop him, but it made him lose his bearings and trip.
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Post by Eyes on Sept 8, 2016 20:15:04 GMT -5
"Now what was that for?!"
"Huh?" I said, perplexed.
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Post by frankthetriviaman on Sept 8, 2016 20:22:09 GMT -5
I saw the man holding his head in the place where the bottle had hit him. Then I realized my mistake.
"Oh! I am so sorry, I did not realize it was you, my old friend. I thought I was being kidnapped" I said to him.
"The apologies are mine; I would have announced it beforehand but I feel I am being followed."
"Well, it is still good to see you anyway, Professor Alexander Benjamin Carlson Daniel Edward Feldman Gregory Howard Issac Jenkins III" I said to him.
"Please, we are friends, just call me Alexander Benjamin Carlson Daniel Edward Feldman Gregory" my friend replied.
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Post by frankthetriviaman on Sept 13, 2016 23:05:34 GMT -5
Well, this died. Anyone know what to do with this now?
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