Between the ending of Complete Arc 1 and A Conversation Over Noodles is a gap. Not intentionally, I finished one scene and began writing the other without much thought about continuity. Then I put the pieces together and saw that some sort of transition is necessary…and here we are. This rough fills the gap.
From there to noodles; an interlude
Arriving on the dock, “What’s the hurry?” Puddles hissed at Whiskers.
“We…” Whiskers began.
“I know we got played,” Puddles interrupted, “I don’t see why we have to leave in such a hurry.”
“What if what? I do not think anyone at Titan cares about us, our investigation, or anything else we do.”
“Did you see Doctor Marlowe’s face when I mentioned the cleanroom?”
“Behind all that plastic and via holo, I couldn’t tell if he was smiling, scowling, or passing gas. And neither could you.”
“Fine. Tell me this,” Whiskers began keying the car doors to open, “why would anyone hire us to find people who do not exist?”
“No clue, but some did hire us to clean out that gang and room.”
“Agreed,” Puddles said, their car exiting the landing pad and merging with traffic.
Watching traffic fly around their car, Whiskers sat silently, feeling Puddles fuming in the driver’s seat.
Puddles shattered the silence first, “We need to do something.”
“Find Doctor Dan and shake answers out of him,” Puddles said angrily, “that is my first inclination.”
“Mine as well. However, we do not have any real information on Doctor Dan. We need information.”
“I’ll call Chuck,” Puddles said with a sarcastic tone and smirk.
“Chuck? Really?” Whiskers replied with a groan.
Without warning, the front office door crashed in, slamming against the wall. Swaggering through the doorway before the door returned, Chuck looked around briefly before approaching Puddles at the desk.
Glancing up, Puddles continued writing with one paw while shoving a small stack of papers onto the floor in front of Chuck.
“I’m not here to clean,” Chuck responded.
Walking into the room, Whiskers stood behind Chuck, looking over his shoulder at the mess, “What are you doing?” he asked Puddles.
“Hey Whisk,” Chuck said, “What can I do for you two today?”
“Pull up a chair,” Whiskers said.
Chuck, the top half of his left ear folded over, sat down in front of Whiskers half of the desk; only Chuck’s head visible.
“No short jokes,” Chuck stated.
Whiskers shook his head in amusement, “Fine. Who do you know who might have corporate contacts?”
“Titan Industries in particular,” Puddles added.
Putting a paw to his chin, Chuck thought for a moment, “Eth, might know someone.”
“Anyone else?” Puddles asked.
“I may know another contact or two, but I’m hungry. How about some noodles?”
“Have Eth meet us there,” Whiskers said.