One More Arrow
I don't own Calvin and Hobbes
Chapter One- The Case
"The name's Bullet. Tracer Bullet... god, that feels so good to say again."
"Whatever you say, Mister Bullet."
"Yeah, yeah. Spare the dancing and cut to the chase."
That's how it began. My return. It had been years since I was a private eye. I was finally being recruited for another case. Those guns still shot like they did. If you haven't figured it out, already, the name's Tracer Bullet. That's B-U-L-L-E-T. Bull, like what you are. E.T., like phone home. Or Bullet, like the one that's about to go through your heart.
Anyway, this guy came to me for a case. His name? Don't know, don't care. Besides, even if I did know, I wouldn't tell you. Client confidentiality. Yeah. We went to a café. It was raining, as it always has to be when I'm on the case.
"You understand, then, the dangers of this case?"
"Yeah, yeah. Just tell me what you're paying me."
"One million a day."
Okay, something's up right about now. One million a day? I don't doubt this guy, he can fall to my gun just as easily as any goon. Besides, he's got a suitcase full of hundreds next to him.
"I'll accept."
"I thought you would."
He smiled then, as would a demon. Oh, well. Another day, another million. I had a good idea.
"Can I... would you mind if I used some friends to help me with them?"
"No more money, but sure."
Basically, this guy wanted me to hunt down a cop. This cop apparently killed off his family when he was off-duty. The reason he couldn't get anybody else, apparently, is because killing cops isn't quite... legal.
He also claims my name came to him first when he was thinking about who didn't work for the government.
Whatever.
Then again, for a million bucks a day, who am I to call his bluffs?
"Good. I've got a list forming in my head."
Quite the list it was. Hobbes. Susie. Max. Moe. Mom. Dad. The list just kept going. Thank the lord that I wasn't writing it down, or we wouldn't have the Amazon.
"Nice to do business with you, Mr. Bullet. I'll see you when you finish."
"Same here. Later."
We walked our separate ways. I knew just where to look for Moe. That lunkhead never got past being as smart as a rock, so he got the job most two-bit dolts take... bouncer. Oh yeah, this would be interesting.
Joe's, the bar's called. Greatest hive of scum and villainy this side of Mos Eisley. Put my hand on the tip of my gun. I might need a weapon.
Might? Of course I wi-
What the? Gunshot? Great. Time to get rough. Ah, it's great to be back in the business, and for these killer wages, too.
I don't own Calvin and Hobbes
Chapter One- The Case
"The name's Bullet. Tracer Bullet... god, that feels so good to say again."
"Whatever you say, Mister Bullet."
"Yeah, yeah. Spare the dancing and cut to the chase."
That's how it began. My return. It had been years since I was a private eye. I was finally being recruited for another case. Those guns still shot like they did. If you haven't figured it out, already, the name's Tracer Bullet. That's B-U-L-L-E-T. Bull, like what you are. E.T., like phone home. Or Bullet, like the one that's about to go through your heart.
Anyway, this guy came to me for a case. His name? Don't know, don't care. Besides, even if I did know, I wouldn't tell you. Client confidentiality. Yeah. We went to a café. It was raining, as it always has to be when I'm on the case.
"You understand, then, the dangers of this case?"
"Yeah, yeah. Just tell me what you're paying me."
"One million a day."
Okay, something's up right about now. One million a day? I don't doubt this guy, he can fall to my gun just as easily as any goon. Besides, he's got a suitcase full of hundreds next to him.
"I'll accept."
"I thought you would."
He smiled then, as would a demon. Oh, well. Another day, another million. I had a good idea.
"Can I... would you mind if I used some friends to help me with them?"
"No more money, but sure."
Basically, this guy wanted me to hunt down a cop. This cop apparently killed off his family when he was off-duty. The reason he couldn't get anybody else, apparently, is because killing cops isn't quite... legal.
He also claims my name came to him first when he was thinking about who didn't work for the government.
Whatever.
Then again, for a million bucks a day, who am I to call his bluffs?
"Good. I've got a list forming in my head."
Quite the list it was. Hobbes. Susie. Max. Moe. Mom. Dad. The list just kept going. Thank the lord that I wasn't writing it down, or we wouldn't have the Amazon.
"Nice to do business with you, Mr. Bullet. I'll see you when you finish."
"Same here. Later."
We walked our separate ways. I knew just where to look for Moe. That lunkhead never got past being as smart as a rock, so he got the job most two-bit dolts take... bouncer. Oh yeah, this would be interesting.
Joe's, the bar's called. Greatest hive of scum and villainy this side of Mos Eisley. Put my hand on the tip of my gun. I might need a weapon.
Might? Of course I wi-
What the? Gunshot? Great. Time to get rough. Ah, it's great to be back in the business, and for these killer wages, too.