"So, I assume you have the intel?" Troviov slightly whispered. "Yes." Quint replied. He took out his breifcase, and slid it across the table. The red-coated man handed Quint a letter. "I enjoy doing business with you, Quint." Troviov stated, as he stood up. The man walked out of the coffee shop, leaving Quint alone at a table with his cooling coffee.
Another hour later, Quint stood on the top of a warehouse, looking around. He saw many high buildings, and many people wandering the streets. He took out a phone, and walked towards the exit. He texted something, looking at the door, then turned around. He ran towards the edge of the building, and leapt to the building next to it. Quint smiled, nearly laughing, and began to hop from building to building. He finally arrived on the roof of his home, and climbed down. "Phew, that was refreshing." He stated merrily as he walked inside. Walking into the kitchen, he noticed something odd. A man in a chair was sitting in his front room, and staring at Quint.
"I assume you want something?" The detective asked, preparing tea. "Yes, my client has a... job for you." The man said. The man had a suit with stripes, and the collar was flipped up. He noticed an emblem on the inside of the collar, and instantly knew who his client was. "Ah, so Lady Quence is in a bind again?" Quint asked as he stirred his tea. "Yes, and she needs your help." The man stated. "And why would that be?" The detective asked, as he walked towards the main table. "Because nobody else is this insane." The man in the striped coat answered. "Hmm, this case sounds interesting, and I have nothing else to do... I might as well investigate for the time being." Quint replied boringly. He gave a cup of tea to the man, and sat down.
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Quint's Cases
Mystery / ThrillerA detective named Quint starts his career as a detective. Chapters posted mostly ever week or so.
