A month later, Cyrus went inside my office. He wanted to discuss things with me.
"Hey, Cyrus, why are you finding me?"
"Alright, Sally, I got some intel."
"Intel? What kind of intel do you get?"
"I heard from someone that quite a lot of people are already missing here. Most notably the mayor."
"Damn, Frederick's been tricked on the ass. So what else do you get?"
"Of course, I saw one text message from someone that one guy has been tricked to go somewhere. They say it's at the Transratania."
"Goddamn, do you have any idea how we are going to go there? We had to go through the Nature Reserve Park, then go through some bad roads, then the Valley of the Giant Sequoia and we arrived there. And to make things worse, it's scary as f***!"
Stilton then went inside my office.
"Hey, Cyrus. What are you all talking about?" Stilton asked.
"Here's some intel that I got with my bare hands. Everyone's been missing, including the mayor Frederick Fuzzypaws," Cyrus told him.
"What? Might have to save him then."
"Stilton, it's at the Transratania. You aren't necrophobia, nyctophobia, taphophobia, and phasmophobia, are you?"
"I can't stand looking at maggots, ghost, dead bodies and animals. It's hard to look at these," Stilton confessed.
"Whatever. How are we going to go there?" I asked Cyrus.
"By car. Sally, how much people can you fit in your car?"
"2 for my AMG GTS and my BRZ. I tuned my BRZ for racing."
"Damn. Stilton, how much people can you fit in your car?"
"4 for both of my 370Z and my Continental GT3-R. Why do you ask me this?"
"Someone just stole my car and crashed it. I saw a familiar figure driving it... could it be Nemo?"
"That's it. I am going to use my GT3-R and Sally will be using her AMG GTS. Deal?"
"Alright. Someone really needs a spare for it."