Some flipping around of story pieces to create a cohesive flow, plus added a bit more to the Acid Chamber intro. A few more parts to edit and then time to for putting it together for another round of edits and revisions. 🙂
One more conversation in an office…
“I sent a message to Chuck,” Puddles said to Whiskers, “asking him to get the data on the Harowe’s.”
“That will save us some time. Reviewing the information she gave us, this should be a night or two of work at most.”
“A quick case, nice.”
At the sound of the door chime, two vid-displays on their desk activated. Standing at the door, two korogin males wearing matching black leather outfits. Their boney facial plates made identification difficult. One of them had both ears and neck pierced down to his collarbone. Another chime.
“Friends of yours?” Whiskers asked Puddles with a smirk.
Her left flattened before responding, “They look like gangers and I bet they don’t have any isstas.”
“Let us find out,” Whiskers replied.
Walking in step into the office, their heavy boots made each step thud ominously. The pierced korogin pushed the chair over to Puddles side of the desk. The other korogin stood, glaring, behind the seated korogin.
“I want to hire you to watch me while I am in town,” the sitting korogin abruptly announced.
“To do what?” Whiskers asked.
“Keep an eye on me while I’m in the city,” he said a bit slower.
Whisker’s ears descended a bit, eyes narrowed, “You want us to watch you, why?”
Puddles began a staccato beat with one of her paws trying not to glare at either of the korogin. Silence from the black clad, heavily pierced korogin male sitting across the messy side of the desk and from his similarly black clad bodyguard glowering behind him. Whiskers looked at Puddles. Puddles shrugged before turning her attention back to the korogin.
“I’m trying to understand what you want from our agency,” she said. Paws on her side of the desk, one drumming a staccato beat, “We don’t do body guard work and you have…” gesturing with the non-staccato paw at the bodyguard.
The korogin in front of her looked over his shoulder, looked back and smiled or at least what Puddles took as a smile; the bone plates on korogin faces made reading any expression a gamble at best. A low rumble from both korogin, turned into belly clutching laughter. Whiskers ears wide apart and tail swishing, shrugged his confusion to Puddles. Puddles ears went flat, tail slashing her irritation with these two rising quickly.
“What am I missing?” she hissed at them.
“You don’t recognize us?” bodyguard asked around the last of his laughter.
“Should we,” Whiskers asked hesitantly.
The sitting korogin abruptly stopped laughing, “You don’t know who we are, for real?” Looking over his shoulder, he barked in korogin, “Tak-ga shinnat ur gagganoth.”
Bodyguard shook his head before speaking, “Does Acid Chamber sound familiar?”
“The quadstomp duo?” Whiskers replied ignoring the stunned look on Puddles face.
“That’s us,” the bodyguard said.
“We will take the job,” Whiskers said in a rush.
A conversation over…
“Nothing at all?”
“Nothing,” Whiskers replied lazily stirring his bowl of noodles with a single chopstick.
“Some investigators we are,” Puddles said.
“You don’t have the right connections.”
“Shut up Chuck,” Puddles snapped at a black and white cat sitting third.
Setting his chopstick down, “Unfortunately, Chuck is right. We do not have the right connections,” Whiskers interjected.
“Whatever,” Puddles mumbled around a mouthful of noodles.
Ignoring Puddles, Whiskers continued, “We have a few cases to work. I suggest we move on from this and get back to work.”
“I like that idea,” Chuck said.
“Shut up Chuck.”