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For the first time in 3 weeks, the Freelance Police office no longer held the overpowering aroma of cigarettes, cheap takeout food and one Lagomorph who had let personal hygiene drop from his list of priorities. That night after coming home from the warehouse, said Lagomorph came in late and suddenly, as if just noticing how bad the office had become, felt the overpowering urge to tidy. He removed the trash littered on the floor, opened windows to let out the stale air, and dusted.
Finally feeling he could let someone enter the office and not be embarrassed, he then took a shower. Three weeks of personal neglect and a few hours stepping through a sewer had felt his fur in desperate need of a little care and attention… and bleach.
Finally Max emerged and, despite the annoying taste of hydrogen peroxide in his mouth, felt… well, good. He was proud the office no longer looked like a tip, he was proud he no longer smelt and looked like a tramp and he was proud of what
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Max fell… Ok, he only fell for 1 second, but that second of sudden horrible loss of balance and stability shot through him like a taser shock. The sudden burst of adrenaline let him see his foot fall onto the grey concrete floor and, without pause, pass through it as if it didn’t exist. Max, suddenly swinging his arms widely, toppled forward. He had just enough time to throw his hands backward and grab onto the actual floor he had just been standing on.
Catching his breath as he wildly looked around, trying to figure out what had just happened, he looked up at Dorothy, who now suddenly looked utterly horrified. Max, from her perspective, was now fused to the floor, as if he had slept in a puddle of concrete that had set and trapped him from the waist down.
Max carefully pulled himself up and looked back at the open area in front of him.
“What was that!?” Dorothy yelled, stepping far back and then pausing, obviously thinking she could accidently fall in
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It was over an hours’ time until Max got back to the warehouse. Thankfully it seemed there were at least some staff around, despite the late hour. Even if it was just a skeleton crew minding the place, he could still probably bluster his way in.
With that in mind, Max walked up to the entrance and, again to his satisfaction, he found the same lady minding the reception desk.
What was her name?
“Dorothy! Good to see you again” Max said cheerfully.
The sudden look of surprise and the extremely fake smile Dorothy display pretty much said “We can pretend that’s the case, but it obviously isn’t”.
What she actually said was “Why hello officer. How can I help at this… late hour?”
Max glanced at the time. 9:55. “I just wanted to continue with my investigation. Had to follow some leads after I left, you know. Detective stuff.”
“I see” Dorothy said dubiously. She glanced again at the time and sigh
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Max awoke to the sound of the office phone going off. In the old days, as he now dubbed anything prior to 3 weeks ago, any time the phone rang, there would be a spontaneous race between himself and his now deceased partner to see who could get a hold of the handset first. A race subsequently that Max never won. This had never bothered him, finding the engagement a tradition for the partners in crime prevention.
Now however, after three weeks of actually be able to take front seat in handling the commissioner or clients that rang in, Max found the cheap piece of plastic to be nothing but a harbinger of worries and responsibilities. Responsibilities he felt he wasn’t proving capable of handling.
And after the last case, responsibilities he felt like ignoring, indefinitely. He hadn’t gone so far as deciding to quit and shut down BLANK and Max – Freelance Police, but simply ignoring everything and everyone around his had seemed to be working out for him.
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“And… well that’s it. Just got back from there, came here… and threatened your clock” Max finished.
“I see. Well, I am glad to hear you are working on such an important case Max. Though why did you decide to take the case seriously when you heard about ‘EGI’?”
“Um, my little secret” Max said grinning mischievously.
“Ok, I won’t pry. In any case Max, I think this has been a very good session” Philip said, taking Max’s empty cup and putting it in the sink.
“What? It’s over? But you haven’t done anything yet!” Max said, annoyed at not getting his money’s worth, despite not paying for this session.
“Max, most of what we will be doing is you talking. Talking is, in my mind, the best kind of therapy there is. My job, if I were to summarise it, is to try and get you to talk about the correct things. The things you might not want to talk about or even admit. A
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“My word” Philip said as he took one last sip of coffee before putting his cup to one side. “That certainly could have gone worse”
“Could also have gone better” Max countered irritably. He was not proud of his first solo attempt at crime fighting despite what excuses he could make for himself.
“Max, you handling those “teens” as you referred to them or the situation in general in a slightly better way is excusable. You possibly killing those lads would have been… well… despite patient confidentiality, I would have felt obliged to inform the authorities of such an act.” Philip gave another of his relaxed grins as he laid back on his seat. “Thankfully that is not required. And honestly I am impressed Max”
Max, still half way through his own coffee, looked up in annoyance. “Impressed? If that’s sarcasm, I think I should warn you people have lost fingers for less offensive comments aim
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“Um, hello? Is this the…” There came the sound of rustling from the other line “…The Freelance Police? I was told to speak to Sam”
“Uh no. He’s … not here. He’s out”.
“Well maybe you could help or leave a message. I have a problem in my neighbourhood with a gang of hoodlums, who have been vandalising mine and my neighbours apartments.”
Max looked curiously back at the receiver. ‘hoodlums’? He looked down at the phone and saw the area code. It was a New York City number. Had this lady not seen the giant monster terrorising the streets earlier today? And she wanted to get someone to deal with some… what? Punks guilty of graffiti?
Max however was not in a good place right at that second. Though the idea of pulling the trigger of Sam’s old magnum one more time was not as tempting as it had been a second ago, the idea of just finding some good old New Yor
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Tick tick tick tick….
Max sat alone in an empty hallway, the only sound his own foot tapping rhythmically and that of the clock opposite him.
“This can only end one way. You do know that, don’t you?”
Tick tick tick tick….
Next to the grandfather clock, still counting the seconds, was a single door with a plaque above it saying ‘Dr Philip H Jakes, Practicing Psychologist’.
“I am not a patient person. I have limits. And you are pushing those limits, one tick at a time.”
Tick tick tick tick….
Max was sure the ticks were getting more sarcastic.
“.. OK, I don’t care if you are inanimate…. you remind me of anymore seconds I’m stuck waiting here, alone, with one of your ****ing ticks…”
“Right!” Max got out of his chair, marched over to the grandfather clock and pointed his luger at pendulum. “I gave you 3 warnings, 3 more than most people get! But you wouldn