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pshrynk · 09-09-2009, 05:05 PM

The battered car bounced along the road just outside of the city. the road was rutted like the inside of a piece of cardboard. Harv held to the side of the car with quiet desperation. Finally, the torture ended in the middle of a cane field. Several official looking men were standing around a mound covered with a sheet. Harv recognized that the sheet meant not much good for the occupant.

"Ah, Mr Walbanger! How good of you to come!" said a mand who was wearing a business suit, possibly in defiance of the ninety degree weather in the field.

"Jefe. Didn't know I had the choice to not grace this little portion of Hell, today," said Harv, fan of the fan and cool drink on the veranda.

"Ah, well. We all have choices in every aspect of our lives."

"My choice being the cane field or an eight by ten room with crappy food and bars?"

"Precisely! I would like you take a look at this poor unfortunate gentleman under the sheet."

"Why? Is it someone I know?"

"You are acquainted with him, yes. You were seen with him at a poker game last night."

"Oh, crap! that little bean bag got himself killed? I should have stuck with him!" Harv recalled Biggles insisting on going to his own hotel under his own power after the game had broken up with the advent of the losing of the last of the $500 they had taken in to "test" Biggles' system.

"Not only killed, but in an unusual way." The Jefe gestured at the policio next to the sheet, who reached down and twitched the cover off the body.

Harv looked down and felt quite a bit of surprise. "How the heck did that happen?"

"We were hoping that you would have some idea both of who he is and how he got this way."

"Well, his name's Filthy Pierre and I have no idea how he got frozen like that, especially in the middle of a cane field."

09-09-2009, 05:05 PM	#227
pshrynk Beepbeep n beebeep, yeah! Posts: 11,726 Karma: 8255450 Join Date: Apr 2008 Location: La Crosse, Wisconsin, aka America's IceBox Device: iThingie, KmkII, I miss Zelda!	The battered car bounced along the road just outside of the city. the road was rutted like the inside of a piece of cardboard. Harv held to the side of the car with quiet desperation. Finally, the torture ended in the middle of a cane field. Several official looking men were standing around a mound covered with a sheet. Harv recognized that the sheet meant not much good for the occupant. "Ah, Mr Walbanger! How good of you to come!" said a mand who was wearing a business suit, possibly in defiance of the ninety degree weather in the field. "Jefe. Didn't know I had the choice to not grace this little portion of Hell, today," said Harv, fan of the fan and cool drink on the veranda. "Ah, well. We all have choices in every aspect of our lives." "My choice being the cane field or an eight by ten room with crappy food and bars?" "Precisely! I would like you take a look at this poor unfortunate gentleman under the sheet." "Why? Is it someone I know?" "You are acquainted with him, yes. You were seen with him at a poker game last night." "Oh, crap! that little bean bag got himself killed? I should have stuck with him!" Harv recalled Biggles insisting on going to his own hotel under his own power after the game had broken up with the advent of the losing of the last of the $500 they had taken in to "test" Biggles' system. "Not only killed, but in an unusual way." The Jefe gestured at the policio next to the sheet, who reached down and twitched the cover off the body. Harv looked down and felt quite a bit of surprise. "How the heck did that happen?" "We were hoping that you would have some idea both of who he is and how he got this way." "Well, his name's Filthy Pierre and I have no idea how he got frozen like that, especially in the middle of a cane field." Last edited by pshrynk; 09-25-2009 at 12:48 PM.