A Fuckton of Polygrumps

Egobang: Mycaruba

Synopsis:Detective N.S. Grump has worked his way up in the ranks as the best private investigator in his field. The day starts out as a normal Monday until a mysterious girl with black hair and a blonde streak stands in front of him with a picture of convicted felon who calls himself 'Mycaruba'. This case is the one that could make or break the young detective's career. *cue Out of This World theme music*

The day started out the way most days did in cloudy Brooklyn. Detective N.S. Grump, Daniel Avidan sat at his desk, flipping through manila folders. He took a puff of his cigarette, crawling in his skin for a new case to keep him occupied. As the #1 private detective in the city, he was usually drowning in cases to solve. Yet, on the rainy Monday morning, his office was empty and the phone didn't ring. He leafed through a newspaper, praying for some mystery to call his name. The boredom was eating at him as he puffed smoke from one of his many cigarettes.

"May I come in," a sultry voice asked, hardly louder than the creak of the office door.

Dan looked up, surveying the black haired woman who stood against the door frame. His eyes were drawn to the single yellow streak among the midnight black waves of hair. The woman nodded to him in place of greeting before striding to the desk. Her long black dress hugged her many curves as if it were made especially for her. Her gloves came up most of her arms, giving a sense of mystery to the history of her hands. She was beautiful, sure, but Dan knew better than to let looks fool him.

"I hear you do private investigations," she said, her brown eyes glowing with mystery.

"I do," the detective replied, well-guarded. "Would you like to have a seat?"

"I haven't the patience for sitting, Mr. Avidan."

"Suit yourself, then," he shrugged, puffing smoke before looking the lady over.

She reached into her bra, causing Dan to immediately point his revolver at her. She smirked as if she expected as much. She pulled out a photo of a peculiar looking man. He had a smile on his pale pink face and his head was similar in shape to a potato. Dan nodded, a grin working its way onto his unshaven face.

"Will you help me find him then," the woman persisted. "I'd be awful grateful if you found him for me."

"What do you want with Mike?"

"He's a helpful asset on my team, is all."

"How can I trust you? A dame walkin' in here with a picture of an escaped prisoner asks for my services without even sitting or introducin' herself seems awful shady if you ask me."

"Ariel Hanson. Now you've got my name. How about it? You could make quite a bit of money if you help me out. Those doe eyes tell me you won't turn me down."

"I'll take the case," Dan replied, a little too excitedly. "I'll give you my card in case you need to call. I'll let you know what I find."

"I'm coming with you," Ariel protested, leaning on the desk.

"Are you crazy? You think finding a dangerous giant like Mike Aruba is gonna be a walk in the park? No can do, toots."

"I'm a lot more resourceful than you think," she purred, holding up Dan's pistol.

"How did you...?"

"Look, you could use a strong female in your corner. Whaddya say," she asked, holding out a hand to him.

"Alright, fine. But you better not get in the way of me solvin' this case or it's straight to the slammer for both you an' Mike, ya hear me?"

"Loud and clear. Now, the BPD is expecting us. We shouldn't keep them waiting," Ariel said, already heading out the door.