The trio got into the Matt-Mobile right outside the agency and drove through Durem, heading towards the Durem Museum.
Brattymatt: Now remember, i want you two to be looking for clues the moment we set foot in the place. I will be interveiwing some people to see their point of view so we could get a good understanding of what happened.
Liam: Ok Boss, whatever.
Ghostboy: Um, sir...didn't you finish the story?
Brattymatt: I did not have the time, now lets go. We're here.
Ghostboy: But sir-
Brattymatt: That's enough! Time is wasting and if the culprit is skilled, the clues would be gone if we wait any longer!
Ghostboy: *Sigh* yes sir...
The three agents walked into the Durem Museum. Outside the museum was dark, and slightly depressing, obviously not a real eye-catcher. However, on the inside, there was much class in the arches, the tiles, and the remaining artwork that was being surrounded by police, bodyguards, and numerous S.W.A.T. teams.
Brattymatt saw a young woman walk toward him with a rather fast pace. As most gentlemen do, Brattymatt lowered his hat and said : Hello, my name is Brattymatt, but you may call me Matt. Are you the woman they call-" He never got farther than that because by the time he rose, the woman slapped him across the face, leaving a bright red mark on his left cheek.
Brattymatt: "This is going to be fun," He said, his voice dripping with sarcasm, "I can tell.
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P.S.
Read my journal for some crime fighting adventures! please be patient with the obvious rushing though all of the stories, even though there has only been one REAL case so far.
P.S.
Read my journal for some crime fighting adventures! please be patient with the obvious rushing though all of the stories, even though there has only been one REAL case so far.