Chapter: About detectives and crooks

Hi,
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I just wanted to tell you something quickly before the FF comes. This whole FF comes from me (Quel`Thalas) and Lord_Vegeta. We only publish it here because we did not get an account together. But now enough has been said. Have fun with our FF.
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Greetings Quel`Thalas and Lord_Vegeta
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It was a cold, rainy night on a small side street
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somewhere in the western capital. The extremely nobly dressed
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Woman got out of the yellow taxi that had brought you here and paid
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the bill of the driver who then drove on again. The
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elegant person ran quickly so as not to get wet the front door of a
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Run down, apparently deserted, 2 story office building
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countered, opened it and entered. At first she saw herself a little
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downstairs were just abandoned, uninhabited workrooms.
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"Apparently the building went through the economic bankruptcy last year<br />
shut down like so many others, "mused the lady. But
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that was not why she had come here, her goal was clear. The man you
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had to have his office upstairs, so she made up her mind
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don't look further down and march straight up. The
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old stairs creaked under their steps and one could see from a distance
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hear that someone was in the house. "What kind of person can that be?
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Everyone says he's the best. ", she thought to herself. On the 2nd floor
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when she arrived she stopped in front of an old, shabby door on which in
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slowly peeling off letters "Private detective Son-Goku" stood. She hesitated
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indecisively staring at you at the lines, "Son Goku.", leave you
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Again, “What a strange name.” She didn't seem sure
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whether they step into the small, exceptionally shabby-looking office
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should. But then the decision was made for her.The door opened,
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and a tall, well-built man with tousled black hair kicked
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From the office. "Can I help you," he asked gently. you
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studied the man in front of him very carefully. He was wearing old suit trousers
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several coffee stains on it, a white shirt, but this was still in
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clean condition, in contrast to his pants. What most noticeable
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what was part of his clothes is his long black coat, which is next to his
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jet black hair looked gray. The lady had the detective
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presented quite differently, but she hadn't with her guess
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Wrong that he knew this long coat as you know from many films
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wore. “Are you the well-known private investigator Son Goku?” Yours
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Voice sounded like warm honey in his ears. The voice bewitched him for
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a moment before he could answer. "Uh, that's me.", Proudly
<br />He pushed his chest forward and asked you, "How can I get you
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help? "" I would actually prefer to have this in her office
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would discuss. "" Of course, where are my good manners?
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today, "he said, holding the door to her like a true gentleman
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open. She stepped in quickly and surveyed the office
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just as carefully as you had just looked at the rooms on the ground floor.
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It made exactly the impression that all rooms exerted on them when men
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lived there alone. It was a small office with only one
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Window that only moderately lit the room, but with a lot
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Filing cabinets, a large, well-cleared desk next to that
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one or the other woodworm has already bothered.
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Furthermore there was a coffee machine, a small one
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Fridge and an old transistor radio on a small table<br />
had its place with wheels. In some corners there were still a few
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Cardboard boxes from which various porno magazines peeked out. Appearance
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after someone had only half-heartedly cleared them aside as best they could. you
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had to smile, but as you felt it was nothing unusual for
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a single man. All in all, it made the typical impression
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an old, shabby office of a private detective that couldn't be better
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and could afford more expensive office. When he had also entered it closed
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he opens the door behind him. Then he courteously took his guest's coat
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and hung it on a jacket stand that stood behind the door,
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right next to his. Then he cleared away a large pile of papers
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the chair in front of his desk to make room for the lady and her
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to be able to sit down. He even took behind his
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Desk on an old, but cozy looking leather armchair.<br />
"Well, one more time. What can I do for you?" He began again. "I
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am here because i have a pretty big problem. "answered the lady
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to his question. “What kind of problem?” “Not with what, but with whom
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is the question. "She corrected him. At the same moment she opened it."
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her bag, and took out a large black and white photo and placed it with her
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Detective in the middle of the desk. "Do you know this man,"
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she asked straight ahead. The photo showed a limousine on the right
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Door was held open by a tall, bald guy. From the
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A much shorter person in a smart suit was getting on the car
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and with black hair that wasn't just black in the photo
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, but also in reality like that. "Yes, but I know this one
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Man. ", He said indifferently." That is one of the most brutal
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Drug lords across the western capital.He calls himself
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Vegeta, but everyone else just calls him "The Merciless". "
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