A few subtle changes, some of my favorite moments with them is in NiHo’s Noodle Shop. Enjoy.
“How long have you listened to Acid Chamber?” Chuck asked around a mouthful of rice.
Ignoring the rice caught in Chuck’s chin fur Whiskers replied, “Since their first hoverport single, ArNk’Hal”
Stunned, Chuck replied, “That’s a long time.”
“Their music is great to practice to, inspiring whole sets of movement,” Whiskers said.
Amused, Puddles took a long sip of tea. Setting the neon yellow teacup down, “Whiskers’ choice of music aside, where are we on the cases?”
“Nowhere,” Chuck said sarcastically.
“Shut up Chuck,” Puddles fired back with a smile. “Seriously, what do we have on the three clients?”
Setting his tablet on the garish neon colored table, “Chuck is gathering the data on the Harowes.”
“Should have it tonight,” Chuck interrupted.
Flipping a screen on the tablet, “Acid Chamber’s manager…a…here it is, Janus is sending us data on their concerts and crew.”
“And Doctor Marlowe?” Puddles asked.
Chuck looked down at the neon green bowl full of rice in front of him. Whiskers flipped to a new screen.
“Nothing at all?”
“Nothing,” Whiskers replied lazily stirring his bowl of noodles with a single neon-flashing chopstick.
“Some investigators we are,” Puddles said.
“We don’t have the right connections.”
“Shut up Chuck,” Puddles snapped.
Staring Puddles down, Chuck continued, “The right connections to find whoever pretended to be Doctor Marlowe. I sent you the data on the real Doctor Marlowe.” Holding up his paw to stop any interruptions, “I have feelers out for information on what Titan is doing with Black Myst and in Tumbledown. These things take time.”
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. “At least we are clear of charges. We are, aren’t we?”
“We are. Officer Tanx will send us any information he gets as well,” Whiskers replied. “This case is not dead. Put on hold is all.”
“Hold?” Puddles interrupted.
Shaking his head, Chuck continued eating.
Ignoring Puddles, Whiskers continued, “We have two cases to work. I suggest we move on from this and get back to work.”
“I like that idea,” Chuck said.
“Shut up Chuck.”