Eagle Eye: The New Recruit

Chapter Two: Quarter Pounder and Wreckage Inc.

  I had planned to have a partner for a while now. Not to tidy up my office or carry my bags. I just would love an extra hand. Hear me out, because I know what you are thinking right now. How often am I going to work with Joanna? Not as often as you might think. I'm not much of a social person. She's going to be like an employee, well sort of. She's the only employee. If you recall, I had invited her to my office/apartment to discuss her first mission. I had just finished dusting my desk when my phone rang. I pressed the answer button, it might've been the guy at the desk. It might be odd to you that this was a home for men. The only reason why is because it mostly houses private eyes, such as myself. Anyway, I answered the phone saying: "What is it John?" "There's a Miss Joanna Von Golf here to see you," John said. "Send her up," I responded. I took a seat at my desk to prepare for my first and new apprentice. Slowly, I heard footsteps approach my door. Judging by the noise, she was wearing "Carmen Vanilla" boots with heels. Joanna now knocked on the door seven times. "Come in!" I said. Joanna turned the doorknob and entered my office.

I was right about the boots at least. She was wearing a lot of blue. People in Nextro usually dressed mostly in a certain color. I mostly dressed in Yellow. "Take a seat," I gestured to the seat in front of my desk. The girl did as instructed and sat. I began to speak, as I had everything mapped out: "I can pay you ten dollars a case," I began. "Every case you work on with me that is. Don't expect a raise anytime soon." "When is my first case?" She asked. "At the moment no one has come to me with one," I replied. "However, when something like this comes up. I search for a case myself to solve. I got a lead that the mobster/weapons dealer Quarter Pounder is about to stock up on terrible weapons at a factory." "Quarter Pounder?" My apprentice repeated what I said. "I've heard of that guy." She reached into her pocket and pulled out her cell phone. Joanna showed me a picture of a fat man wearing a brown suit with big lips, bushy eyebrows and hat. "That's him," I told her. "The cops have put a price on him. He's worth one thousand dollars. That could help us both if we catch him. His mobile weapons business is called Wreckage Incorporated."

"We're going to catch him right?" she asked. "We're going to infiltrate his company," I went on. "You're going to pose as a worker. I will be nearby to help whenever it goes wrong. Can you handle it?" "Yes," Joanna said. "I can handle it."

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The plan was all set. Joanna would pose as a factory worker, and I would be hiding nearby ready to come in. I was hiding in plain sight although no one noticed me. The doorway leading to the stairwell was where I was. The girl was working on what looked like to be a missile. She obviously knew what she was doing, which was good news. I waited a few more minutes and finally he appeared. Quarter Pounder himself entered the room. He looked fatter in person. Using my keen eyesight, I focused on what he was saying to a worker. Of course, I couldn't hear because he was whispering. I could read lips well, and he said something like this: "REPORT UPSTAIRS TWELVE O'CLOCK, VER IMPORTANT." He said before moving on to another worker and saying the same thing. After addressing those two, he then went upstairs to his office. Joanna stopped working and looked at me for instruction. I gestured for her to follow them upstairs. We both snuck up the stairs to listen outside of Quarter Pounder's office. I pressed my ear to the door to hear what they were saying. Of course, I remained out of sight. "Are the bombs loaded and ready?" Quarter Pounder's voice came. "Of Course," one of his goons said. "Those missiles and bombs can now attack and destroy any city or country." I twitched at the noise of that remark. If weapons like that were so powerful, who wouldn't hesitate to get their hands on them!

"Make sure you don't mess up this time soggy," Quarter Pounder said. "Our buyer wants these weapons by the end of the week." Just then, Joanna accidently sneezed. My eyes went wide with alarm as the three villains when dead silent. "GO! GO!" I whispered to my apprentice. Joanna darted to her left and I went to my right. I heard the doors to the office burst open. I took a quick glance behind and to see that me and Joanna were each pursued by a thug. I was being pursued by a guy with huge lips. Of course, I already figured out how to stop him. I led "Lips" through a short hallway and to an empty room. I now faced him to make him think he had me cornered. "End of the line gumshoe!" he smirked. "For you," I said smiling back. My gaze went to where he was standing, he looked there too and noticed his big mistake. He was standing on top of a trap door!

When he looked back at me, I just winked and pulled a lever. I couldn't resist smiling as the poor sucker fell through the hole in the floor. The whole victory was short lived however, because another goon burst into the room with a tommy gun. "This was sir," I snorted. I was caught red handed.