*The above coordinates will not get you anything but
wet*
The annoying sound of my phone jarred me awake from my slumber.
I'm used to this, it's my job. I'm a Private I. Bullet, Tracer
Bullet, P.I..
I reached for my cell, found 'Jack' and downed a slug before
answering.
"My pig has gone missing" cried the familiar voice on the other
end. "Uh huh," I dreamingly said, "...wait, your what?"
"My pig. Mr. Pig! Somebody took him while I was at work" said the
dame expecting me to understand what she meant.
"Oh, that's what I thought you said," I stated matter-of-factly,
"Come over, when you can, and we can talk this through."
Hoping for a few more hours of slumber, she said, "I'm outside your
building now. Ring me up." I rolled out of bed, crawled to the
buzzer and pressed the button.
She stood in my doorway wearing her usual black-as-night. She had
been out all night playing that smokey (well, not anymore since
the new law) night-club. I sleepily allowed her inside as she
handed me a portrait. "These are my pigs" she said as I gazed at
the photograph. "I think they are trying to tell me where Mr. Pig
went."
After looking at it a while I said, "Maybe we can find him here" as
I pointed at the photo I was holding.
Congrats to Blue Power Ranger for being
FTF!