One Helluva Ride

Chapter 39: Unhappy Campers

        Splice sat in an armchair in the office, watching as Moxxie and Millie spoke to a potential client. Blitzø stormed into the room with a bruise over his eye. "Sir! There's a client here who wants to-" Moxxie started. He was cut off by Blitzø retreating into his office and slamming the door shut. Millie let out a nervous laugh. "I'm sorry, you were saying?"

       The client shifted his weight anxiously. "Well, it's just tht I'm sure one of the other camp counselors killed me, I'm just not sure which one..." He said. Moxxie blinked confusedly. "How could you not know?" He asked.

        "I was out on the lake when my boat started to sink. Someone had drilled holes in it. The counselors are the only ones with keys to the boathouse, and they're the only ones who knew I couldn't swim. It had to be them." The client explained. Moxxie's brows furrowed in thought. "Hm.. we don't typically do investigations, I'll have to check with the boss." He stood, walking to Blitzø's office.

        "Sorry, let me get this straight- you can't swim and you went out on the water without a life jacket?" Splice asked, sitting up in their armchair. The client looked away sheepishly. "It didn't cross my mind." He answered defensively. Before he could say anything else, Moxxie burst back into the room. "We'll take the case! And I'll be handling this investigation personally." He asked. Splice looked over. "Wait what-"

        Millie frowned slightly. "Honey, are you sure?" She asked. Moxxie waved a hand dismissively. "Honey, honey, please. Blitzø put me in charge this time." He answered confidently. Millie's eyes widened. "He did?" She exclaimed. Upon seeing Moxxie's offended look, she corrected herself. "Oh! I mean- he.. he did!"'

        "Right! Now, this is going to be the cleanest, most well-prepped, most surgical hit we've ever had! Don't worry, sir. We'll find your killer and give him what's coming to him! ... And/or her. Or they." Moxxie said. Splice let out a sigh and shook their head.

        After about half an hour, Moxxie had set up an evidence board for the case. "Mox, are you sure this isn't a little.. much?" Millie asked gently. Moxxie didn't acknowledge her input. "It's my first lead. It has to be perfect. Now, in front of you, you'll find a comprehensive guide to your cover personas. Memorize them, we've got a lot of work to do."

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        "Okay, guys. One last time for safety." Moxxie said, adjusting his tube top for his disguise. "I'm Moxxine, the hottest, most popular girl in my school. And you are?" He gestured to Millie. She smiled. "Your brother Millerd. I like sports and fuckin' bitches." She replied.

        Moxxie frowned. "Hm, you know, these kids are a bit younger than I was expecting. Maybe lose that last part." He instructed. Millie gave him a thumbs-up. "Check." Moxxie gave her a nod of approval. "Alright! Splice, your turn." He said.

        Splice looked down at their outfit in disgust. "Seraph. I'm the new hire to replace the counselor who went missing." They said flatly. Millie's eyes widened and she pointed over toward the docks. "Hey, guys. Check out that shady-looking fella over there." She said. It was one of the camp counselors wearing a trench coat and carrying two heavy-looking bags. "I think that's our guy."

        Moxxie's brows furrowed. "I hardly think pointing out the first guy we see is the proper way to conduct an-" Millie stared at the counselor through a pair of binoculars. "No, that's definitely him. The bags' full of money, and drugs, and what looks like a drill one would use to poke holes in a boat." She interrupted. Moxxie was growing visibly disheartened. "But-but that's all circumstantial at best. We need to methodically eliminate all suspects until we can be sure." He said.

        Millie continued to watch the counselor. "Now he's lookin' around and heading into that locked boathouse we heard about. That would be the perfect place to-" She saw Moxxie's dejected expression from the corner of her eye. "Fine, Mox. We'll do it your way." She said. Moxxie grinned. "With my sleuthing skill, your killer eye, and Splice's charisma, we should have this wrapped up in no time. Now, we just have to find the kids with the most influence." He scanned around, observing the various kids in the camp. "Target acquired."