File 213 - Chapter 2

Author's Note

Sorry to leave you at that dramatic part in the file but I thought I should probably stop just in case you wanted to read more… which you unfortunately did! I know, I know. The man in the black disappears. Bum Bum Bum Buuuuuumm! All that. But I’ve been having second thoughts. I mean, is it really worth it putting all your lives in danger just because a terribly important secret needs to be read by the world? Would it be my fault if my readers vanished suddenly just because I was selfish enough to tell them things they weren’t supposed to know? You know what? Its not worth it. Sorry folks, but I’m stopping right NOW!!!

You aren’t leaving, are you.

Fine. I should have realised you wouldn’t leave after reading the epic introduction I wrote. I should have just skipped to the boring parts so you wouldn’t be so interested. Alright, alright, I’ll keep going. But don’t say I didn’t warn you…

Author’s 2nd Note

For the clueless people who have no idea what’s going on, I advise you to go to my first post of File 213. You know what, I actually advise on skipping this post altogether and finding something different to read. Thank you.

Chapter 2: The Next Day

The next day, I began my investigation. I had always imagined the beginning of my first investigation as an epic one. After having a nice cup of coffee (I didn’t add this in my case file because I didn’t want the people at the office to think I was a wuss, but what I drank was actually was coffee substitute. Real coffee is very bad for your health and extremely addicting. I never drink it) and a bagel smeared with cream cheese and maybe some fruit, I would grab my hat, straighten my tie, and put on my special sunglasses that professional spies are known for having. After putting on my hat and securing my suitcase, I would purposely stroll out the door, my mind set and confidence high.

Almost none of this happened.

After spending a night on a lumpy mattress, no sheets, and not even a blanket in a cold room that was ugly beyond description, I was very grumpy in the morning and not in the mood for anything. The sign of the half-naked, snoogie-speaking, barefoot man snoozing at his post did not lighten my mood. I rang the small bell on his desk. Once, twice, eight times. He didn’t move. I lost my patience and threw the bell at his bare chest and when it stuck, I walked out before I would do something that I would regret. It was not a great way to start the morning, let alone my first investigation. As I walked out, I took a deep breath and smelled a strange but pleasant combination of mint and cinnamon with just a touch of oranges. I looked down. A brand new royal red carpet had been rolled out last night for I hadn’t been there the day before. I nodded, glad that the Fansy Hotel finally was trying to improve it’s dump of a place.

Outside, I called a taxi and squashed myself inside. The driver was a rather large man with bushy eyebrows and bags under his eyes, like he hadn’t gotten enough sleep. I pitied him because I was experiencing the same thing. (After looking over this casefile after sending, I wish I hadn’t said that. You can’t pity someone else if you’re pitying yourself in the same situation)

“Where to?” He muttered sleepily.

“Celesta Avenue” I said. I set down my briefcase and made myself comfortable as the taxi pulled out from the curb and rode down the street.

“Didn’t sleep well?” I said.

“Nope. Had a problem with my dog.” He groaned. “Wouldn’t stop barking all night. Had to lock him in my garage and he still wouldn’t keep quiet.”

“Why?” I asked curiously.

“No idea. But the strange thing is, mine wasn’t the only one. Dogs were barking up and down the street. Don’t know what set them off.”

“Uh-huh.” I said, not really listening. Glancing at the rear view mirror, I thought I had just seen a man staring at me with binoculars. Giving myself a little shake, I put my mind off men in black and focused on the case.