"I woke up again, flooded with operation requests. Most where small jobs: 'My cat is stuck in a tree!' or 'Help me find my Rolex watch!'. But sometimes I get good jobs, the type I can work with. I hit and miss: I don't keep a straight record. My clients don't usually respect that, since I charge either way. Yep, that's my job. I'm a detective.
"A man walked into my office on an overcast morning with a request for me. Before I can respond he smashes his fists on my desk, then pulls something out of his pocket. A badge. At first I thought I had committed a crime, but then he pulled a file from his jacket. 'Immigrants' he said, 'With so many new people joining our city some mafia from outside came in as well. We narrowed it down to these thirteen folks right here. They're all under our watchful eye and they know it.'
"'Well what the hell do you need me for?' I asked. 'You are going to help us out. Our entire forensic force is overworked with cases of multiple murder in the east Flame Forum. I don't want to get you in on details, but we think that the mafia did this.' I was puzzled. Why am I being enlisted by the police?
'Alright,' I told him, 'it'll cost you five hundred greenbacks a day, plus expenses.' 'Done', he replied, as he placed a suitcase on my desk, 'it's all yours'
Makes sense.
and he trys to find out who is in the mafia by investgating a person that you chose at night ....................... DOC SAVE HIM !!!!!!!
