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*A Long Vacation*

Peter Gunn
Peter Gunn

Jan-24-2006 19:12

The city was dirty. Cold, damp and bustling with people, exactly the way it was when I left it. I'd been gone for a long time on a well earned vacation. If tracking a mob boss through the South American jungle could be called a vacation. It wasn't all bad though, I met a little Spanish dish called Roseita. Sweet lips, hips and fingertips. I spent a solid month holed up in her hacienda. It would have been paradise if she hadn't been pulling bullets out of me and changing my bloody bandages.

But now I was back, in the city that couldn't sleep, I inhaled deeply the scent of car fumes and factory smoke. Ahhh it was good to be home. I wasted no time heading to my office and as I stepped through the door I noticed the inch thick coating of dust on everything. Miss Barker had been doing her usual non-cleaning. Her name wasn't really Miss Barker, I could never remember her name. But her face looked like an English bulldog so barker fit very well.

I eased down in my chair behind my desk, parts of me were still a little sore, and picked up the newest message on the stack of messages 3 inches high. Some dame wanted to hire me to look into the murder of her rich uncle. I'd get to it.

I pulled open the top right hand desk drawer and retrieved my half full bottle of Shanghai Surprise, and pulled out the cork. Propping my feet on the edge of my desk I tipped back in my chair and looked out the dirty window then lifted the bottle in salute to the city. "It's good to be home".

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jwonie2
jwonie2

Jan-24-2006 20:39

Jwonie knew the type. He was one of them, in fact, pretty familiar with extended "vacations." News is, it ain't just Miss Barker, the whole town's lookin pretty ugly. You'd think that with all us virtuous crime fighters out there, murder would be a bull market... But these days, even the agencies are out for blood, motive's nothing new: fame and fortune". He guesses you aren't that type though; after all, who needs blood, real justice has all the taste and half the calories. Rumor has it that if you make a little donation to the Big Guy, you can get in on alot more of the action in this town. Jwonie guesses you'd fit right in at R. Steele Agency. We seem to be two wolves from the same neck of the woods.

jstkdn
jstkdn
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jstkdn
jstkdn
Well-Connected

Jan-25-2006 09:29

*gets this shooting pain in her side* Ow ow ow Oh my....I have been moderated. :) :)

Colonel Shanty
Colonel Shanty

Jan-25-2006 09:46

But even when the vacation ended, and the lovely Roseita was waving her silk handkerchief and blowing kisses, I still longed to return to the dangers of the South American jungle. It was so much more intense than yelling at Miss Barker for being lazy.

OK, so back to my world. Here I was, drinking Shanghai liquor when the world was feeling the bullets of the newest killer. The man who had been killed recently, Sir Hugh Carmichael, was a wealthy tyrant in the Carmichael mansion. His niece, Miss Gwendolyn Richards, wasn't surprised to see her good ol' uncle lying in a pool of blood in his study. Killers didn't waste time.

I put away the liquor back in the drawer. Miss Barker had burst into the office, demanding her request of a $150 paycheck. Ummm... excuse me? For doing nothing but drink vodka and martini's while I'm suffering heat and bullet wounds in a remote jungle in South America?! What the hell does she think I'm made of? So I had to fire the bulldog. She threatened to sue me. Go ahead, I said. Sue me for every penny I have. You'll get your chow's worth of 15 cents.

OK, so back to the Carmichael killing. Some dame finds her uncle dead, calls the police, the police hand me the case, I return from a lengthly vacation, I drink liquor and ponder while Jwonie makes his interlude, I fire my maid... and I'm thinking of the events that occured to me over the past months. Hmph. I should deserve a break, but my regulations INSIST I do my job even after nearly getting hit by a crazed mob boss. That's life, and it's good to be home again.

Peter Gunn
Peter Gunn

Jan-25-2006 10:00

Hey buddy, go tell your own story.

Peter Gunn
Peter Gunn

Jan-25-2006 10:02

jstkdn, were you welcoming me back or cussing me for being gone so long? *winks*

jstkdn
jstkdn
Well-Connected

Jan-25-2006 14:21

Neither, they say I am vulgar. :)

Peter Gunn
Peter Gunn

Jan-25-2006 14:32

Now I don't believe that for one minute!


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