Patrick 'Pat' Patton held on for dear life as the car he was riding in with his best friend, Richard 'Dick' Tracy crashed through yet another bush. Getting up as much courage as he could, he threw a glare at his friend. Dick shot him a sheepish smile. Pat went back to trying to not be sick. That is, until he saw the fence they were heading for.
"Dick, there's-" His explanation was broken off by the sound of the pieces of the fence breaking off and bouncing on the windshield of the car. "A fence in the way," he finished, glaring darkly out the window. Soon, they reached their destination.
"That's it. Tracy, from now on I'm driving!" The young Irishman growled as he unbuckled his seatbelt in perfect sync with his friend.
"Oh come on Patrick, it was not that bad."
"Not that bad?! Dick, you drove us through a fence and only God knows how many bushes!"
"Well, at least we didn't hit a tree."
"Didn't hit an- oh skip it!" Pat shouted, throwing his hands up in defeat. "I am going to see if I could find this Weathers, and see what I could find out."
Dick chuckled at his friend's quick temper. "Good idea, Pat. I'll talk to some of the other officers." Pat stalked off, grumbling under his breath. Dick looked around, wondering who he should start talking to.
Then, a voice behind him made the decision. "Hello."
Dick turned, startled. Then he gave a small smile. "Hello," he replied.
The man held out his hand to shake. "Spenser Holmes"
"Sherlock's grandson. Nice to meet you, I'm Dick Tracy."
"Pleasure. You must be one of the officers from New York who Weathers told us about.''
Dick chuckled. "Yes, now what is this about? Who is this Monty character?''
Pat was so busy looking for Weathers he did not see the man talking to him. That is, until he ran into Jack. The man turned, his long black hair swishing slightly into his face. His gold eyes were warm, but also shone with a fire that made it clear he was not one to be messed with.
"Oy, watch where you're going!" He growled, his voice was a mix of Scottish, English, and American.
Pat held up his hands, at the same time trying to keep his temper from rising. "Sorry, I didn't-" Before he could finish, the man started to laugh.
"It's alright. I was not paying that much attention, either. Name's Jack Watson."
Pat accepted the hand he held out, confused. The last name sounded familiar, but he did not know where he had heard it before. "Pat Patton. Say, could you tell me where I could find an officer Weathers?"
At that point, the man Jack was talking to spoke up. "That's me."