The bartender walks up to the dog sitting at the bar. "I checked. Airport shuttle's in 15 minutes," the tender says to him before walking into the back room. The dog takes another sip from his drink.
Poet Writer: Husky
Ex-Insurance Investigator.
Poet takes another drink from his glass as another dog walks up to him.
"I'm sorry. Mr. Writer, sorry. I know who you are," he says sheepishly. "I've… Excuse me." He takes a seat next to Poet. "I've read all about you. I know, for example, that when you found that stolen Monet painting, in Florence, you probable saved your insurance company, what, $20, $25 million? Then there was the identity theft thing. You saved your insurance company I don't even know how many millions of dollars." He paused. "But, I just know that when you needed them… what happened to your family is the kind of thing-"
"You know this part of the conversation where I punch you in the neck 9 or 10 times? We're coming up on that pretty quick." Poet said that with a smile on his face. The other dog sighed.
"I just want to offer you a job."
"What do you got?"
The dog leaned forward. "Do you know anything about airplane design?"
"I can give it a shot. You know, you give me a pencil and one of those little rulers."
With anger in his voice, the dog said, "Somebody stole my airplane designs."
"Oh I see." Poet nods. "And you'd like me to find them, right?"
"No. I know where they are." Poet looks forward, the dog leans closer.
"I want you, to steal them, back"
Poet raises an eyebrow and looks back at the dog.
LEVERAGE
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