Morgan Arseelius tried to suppress a yawn while listening to an older woman explaining the case she had to offer, only a few details and plenty of babbling about her missing dog. Luckily there was hot tea to sip and to avoid nodding away. Everyone in the Legion, as well as Morgan himself, knows he's a man of action. He enjoys the thrill of chasing law-breakers and not searching for some lost dog, but unfortunately, those were Major Compton's orders. The old lady before him is some friend of Major Compton's, speaking in a posh manner, matching her taste of decor, and a dog would not fit from Morgan's perspective. After a while talking, she handed him a handful of pictures and got a glimpse of the dog licence. Every dog-owner in Leahstra must register, no matter which class you are in. If one can't pay, then they have to give up the dog, no matter if they need the dog in their aid. Leahstra loves to register almost everything; therefore, the taxes are low for everyone. In the late afternoon, Morgan was out on the streets, heading on foot to his office and Legion headquarters. All he has to this case are a handful of photos; the dog was last seen in the evening in the elderly lady's boudoir, asleep in its basket. There was no sign of a break-in or the servants leaving the door open for the dog to walk out. Either the dog never left the building, or someone is lying, wondered Morgan. But first, he needs to freshen his mind, look at a different case and come back to it later today with a fresher perspective.
"I see the Major has taken you at a short leash, eh Morgan?" Sniggered one of his comrades across the room as Morgan took his seat. A few men scoffed, and others laughed at the notion.438Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡSIMU3JS6GX
"Apparently not for your puns, soldron Jenkins. Aren't you on duty tonight?"
"Did an early shift for a friend." Smiled Jenkins.
"Then I suggest you mind your tongue, or you will have a long night tonight."
"Yes sir, detective Morgan, sir!" Jenkins quickly saluted Morgan with a hand at the brow and stood up from his chair.
Morgan gave the nod in acceptance and returned to his work. As soon as he finished his report about the bank robbery, he turned back to the missing dog case. He placed out all the photos to get an overview, retracing his notes and remembering what he saw. He built some theories and tested if they were valid, but he oversaw a vital detail and must-visit that dreadful woman as soon as possible. He sighed, annoyed just by imagining hearing her long blathering and wave about her nail polished hand in a posh manner while pouring himself a glass of 'Golden Cider'. (a speciality from Leahstra - similar to the liquor Calvados) Morgan leaned back in his chair while enjoying a sip of the brow-golden spirit and kept staring at the pictures on his desk. Something was there in front of his nose, but what? What is so apparent? After his second sip, the potent drink soon spread a comforting warmth from his chest. He stared so long at the photos that his sight became blurry.438Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡYsxk4qdBKT
Suddenly he stood up and placed his glass on the table before sprinting out of his office. Many soldrons weren't surprised to see Morgan running but sprinting at high speed was unusual. Some looked ahead, wondering if he was chasing someone but soon came to the conclusion he was on his own and muttered curses to himself such as "blast" and "damn that woman and the tea." It became to everyone clear as they saw him entering the men's room at the far end of the large hall.
Since meeting James Michanagan in the scrap metal depot, I have a feeling he's hiding something from me. I can't say what it is, but I'm going to find out soon. First things, first are fixing my machine with the pieces I've found as I returned Rock as still asleep and decided to make some tea before getting back to work. While waiting patiently with the loud grind of hammering the metal to the proper shape, I did the measurements and where to be fixed. Buzzer flew around me curiously, watching over my shoulder of my work and didn't munch on anything metal. Already understanding me and communicating with 'peeps' and 'buzzes' shows considerate intellect. But what leaves me puzzled is he is not entirely mechanic; something else makes him tick and alive...
"Sylus. Sylus, wake up." Spoke Rock softly and shook my shoulder.
I blinked and found myself have nodded off on the table again.
"Have some toast and get some proper rest. The machine can wait."
I scented toasted bread and a fresh pot of tea; soon, my stomach growled. I sighed while standing up and stretched my arms. "Yeah." Buzzer soon landed on my shoulder and gave a deep 'buzz' greeting. "Hello to you too, Buzzer." As I entered the kitchen, I looked up at the time shortly afternoon. "I slept the whole morning?"
"Sleep is important, son. Especially going out at night to scavenge some scrap metal. You won't become a fine inventor by making mistakes because of lack of sleep. Or at least not with me." He eyed me with a look while keeping his head low. It was a look when he's concerned or gets angry and doesn't want to show it. This time, I'll bet on the concern. I sat down and rubbed my eyes. "Fine."
Buzzer crawled down my arm and hopped up on the table to inspect. Rock's dark eyes followed the mechanical insect. "You know, for a metal-muncher, this one is entirely different."
I scoffed with a tired grin. "What makes you think that?"
Suddenly Buzzer munched away a fork within seconds.
"You said it won't eat anything metal from here." Gave Rock annoyed.
I laughed nervously. "I did say so, I guess." I quickly grabbed a toast, filled a cup of tea and washed it down. "I better get going." I stood up and wore on my coat.
"Where to?"
"To the depot to get Buzzer here something to eat, see ya."
"Wait-" Rock's sentence got cut off by the door I closed. I walked peacefully to the depot while eating my bit of toast. Maybe I'll be seeing James sooner, but I must see his work and what else he might be hiding.
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