I'm back! :p
Now, so trouble for out Munk. :o

Hope you enjoy. :3


Present day…

"We have another case for you. You're not going to like it," I heard as soon as I answered the phone and I had to take a deep breath.

"For fuck's sake, Tugger, I just laid down," I growled, not bothering to move or open my eyes. Times like these made me wonder why the bloody hell I was still doing this job. I had money enough to live the rest of my life rather comfortably, doing absolutely nothing other than spending my fortune on anything and everything I wanted and that thought alone made me shudder. I'd shoot myself out boredom. "What problem do you have for me now?"

That was how I found myself boarding a luxurious jet, angry, sleep deprived, and ready to murder my half brother at the first smart remark. Thankfully enough, he knew better than test my patience, so he greeted me quietly and went back on work on his computer. Soon enough we were joined by Skimbleshanks and Mistoffelees, a young mage who had been found caged in Macavity's lair, and the plane took off.

"So, what is the reason I'm not dead asleep on my ridiculously expensive mattress right now?" I asked, after everyone got comfortable, downing my cognac in one gulp.

"We've been monitoring the activities of the Lady Griddlebone for a few months now and we have reason to believe she is involved on the theft of a number national treasures all through Europe," Skimble started, playing with the handle of his cane, while Tugger opened a picture of the fluffy, white Persian on the flat screen.

"And since when do we care about burglary?" I asked, analysing the file of the white queen. Apparently she had been married to an Irish Lord, who mysteriously died six months after the wedding, leaving her everything.

"We have reason to believe that she may be financing Growltiger's latest activities. According to our intel she has been hosting parties lately for millionaires and auctioning the stolen items," Tugger said, sliding through pictures of some of the missing treasures.

"Alright, how do we know that she is involved with Growltiger?" Misto spoke up for the first time.

"That's the part no one will like." Tugger bit his lip and I frowned. The golden tom rarely hesitated to give information so this was probably something bad. "Macavity was the one who gave the tip." Everyone growled at this. "I know, don't shoot the messenger," he said, trying, and failing, to lift the mood. "Sorry, anyway. He has more information, but he said he wouldn't talk to anyone other than you, Munk."

"Please, tell me you are shitting me, right now?"

"I'm afraid I'm not. Sorry. Whatever it is that happened before you knocked him out, made an impression on the tom. But that's not the worst part, actually."

"Oh, so having to talk to an egocentric, psychopath, narcissist maniac who will only talk to me, isn't the worst part? What the hell could be worse than that?" I hissed, filling my glass again.

"Someone in charge must've been overdosing with nip when they gave this order, but…" He scratched his neck nervously.

"For Bast's sakes Tugger just get it over with!" Skimble growled.

"He is to participate in this mission. Which means he will be let out and will attend the next party with you."

"Oh hell no."