With a groan, Whiskers stood up and approached Officer Chu. A brief conversation and Whiskers signaled Puddles and Chuck time to leave. Walking along the elevated walkway wageslaves avoided the three of them.
“We don’t belong here,” Chuck sighed his tail slowly waving.
“What?” Puddles snapped her tail slashed causing a passing wageslave to jump.
Pointing at another group of wageslaves walking past them, “Look they avoid us like we have something.”
“Why do you care what they do?”
Chuck thought for a moment, “I don’t.”
Puddles shook her head in disbelief. Deep in thought Whiskers missed the exchange, focusing on the details of the encounter, “He was wired,” he said out loud.
“Who was wired?” Chuck asked.
“What?” Puddles said
Snapping out of his thoughts, “The man with the puppet, he outran me like I was a kitten. He must have some augmentation.”
“It’s possible,” Puddles said thoughtfully. “What’s our next move? The client is dead.”
“That puppet was interesting,” Chuck absently said.
“That damn puppet almost killed all of us,” Puddles snapped.
Chuck glared at Puddles for a moment, “I know. That doesn’t change the fact that the puppet was interesting.”
“Give it a rest,” Whiskers ordered. “I need some food and coffee before I decide what we do next.”
“It’s not NiHo’s that’s for sure,” Chuck commented as he looked around the noodle shop.
“No it’s not,” Puddles responded. “Look at this menu, where is the spicy ham?”
With a wave through the holo-menu, closing the menu and a sigh Whiskers sat back in the padded chair, “Definitely not NiHo’s.” Whiskers set down his cup of tea.
“Something wrong with the tea?” Puddles asked.
“It’s not coffee,” Chuck replied with a smile.
“Chuck is right,” Whiskers answered pointing at the tea, “this is not coffee. Not much is going our way this morning.”
“Whiskers, I’ll contact the client,” Chuck said.
“What will you tell her?”
Chuck paused, “That her…”
“That is where I am stuck. Her husband is dead. However, that is not our concern other than offering our condolences.” Whisker picked up the cup of tea, began to take a sip, thought better and set the cup down.
“He’s dead. Our case is dead. Isn’t it?” Chuck asked.
“Sometimes,” Puddles replied. “She may want to know. That means we need to follow up until we get her answers.”
Chuck shook his head in disbelief. “What about the man with the puppet?”
Puddles sat forward, “I’d like to find him and give him his puppet back,” she finished with a devilish smile, all fang.”
“I too would like to know more about him,” Whiskers said. “However, he is not our concern.”
“After food, I’ll contact the client and set up a meeting,” Puddles said. “By the time we meet she should have the news of her husband from the SCPD.”
A shiny Serv-O droid quietly rolled to the table, depositing bowls of noodles and spoons in front of each of them. Puddles picked up a spoon with two claw tipped digits, “Definitely not NiHos.”