The bright morning sun hurt his eyes badly. Though Charly had picked up this Black Knight of Dystopia Superhero buisness, he didnt waste a thought on changing his lifestyle,he hadnt even given up his old occupation. Private Investigator. First of all it was a good coveridentity, and second, helping the poor, the widows, the underprivileged was a fine thing, but wouldnt pay the bills. Usually he hated being disturbed having breakfeast, which usually consisted of a pack cigarrettes and half a bottle bourbon, but this morning, was an exception. Though Dystopia was a huge pool with dozens of races from all over the universe he had never expected to see an andromedan tigertrunkgirl. Recalling the Storys he had heard, what they could do with their trunks, he made a mental note to invite her to dinner some day. More important though, was what she had brought along. 25 000 Credits, not bad. I have heard you are the best, she whispered. True, in every aspect Lady, Charly answered, what can i do for you? Well, she said, I am sure you have heard about those mysterios losses among the Communityworkers. My Boss, which by the way shouldnt intrest you, wants to know how far the police investigations are. I hope you get it, dont investigate the losses..just see what you can find out about the progress of the Police. Treat this extreme confidential, here is my communicator number, you report to me directly, every evening. If im pleased , there is a huge extra bonus in for you. With those words the tigertrunkgirl got up and left, leaving Charly wondering what he got into again. Enjoy Dj