After I got off the phone with the nervous audrino, I phoned my boss and let him in on the info. He was just as shocked as I was. Seriously, what was this world coming to? He said he'd turn the bike around and be back in a couple of minutes.
Nine-fifteen. I've given up on healthy dinner consumption. Just let me be fat – see if I care.
"All right, let's get down to business." Announced my boss as he stumbled back into the office. Yup, he had stopped at Poke-bros on the way over – the coffee energy was sparking from his tail like a runner's heartbeat.
After discussing the situation, we came to a consensus. A stakeout was completely necessary. As usual, the dice are never in my favour. I was picked for my cute looks. As my boss said, I was obviously to cute to be a fighter. The job? Sneaking into a dimly lit dungin-thingy. My favourite.
Of course, it couldn't wait till morning. My boss is kind of a risk-taker… when it comes to other pokes doing the hard nityt-gritty dark-dark city work.
