"My father died recently,"she is finishing her case."And I am sure that the SeaWing Corperation is involved."

"I'll see what I can do."I say reassuringly.

"I'll pay 125 once you finish the case.It will be in your account."

"That many greenbacks will set me  fine,ma'm."

After she leaves the office,I pack my pistol and leave for the nearby Island Cafe for a light dinner.I hail a taxi,and we're off.The streets seem quite dark until you look in the allyways.They seem to radiate their own evil,affecting every passer's mind,wether it be in good health or otherwise.

We enter the suburbs,which gradually,under heavy traffic,turn into the grandoise,crowded,loud,city. I thank and pay the driver,and step out.The giant advertising boards immediatly swamp me.Maybe I shoud'nt have decided to walk the few blocks to the cafe,and taken the taxi,even though it would have cost a few more bucks.I run the gauntlet,and make it to the cafe.

After the delightful dinner,I hail a taxi.The SandWing driver greets me with a smile. I naturally smile back and realize something.This guy got me to smile.Even during the dinner,I did not smile.Part of being a IceWing,I guess.

We are off ,and before you know it we are through the night traffic.The downtown does not seem quite as evil.Probably has to do with the dinner entreé́.

All the sudden,a car comes out of nowhere.A helmeted dragon aims a infamous 'Tommy' trench-clearing gun at the winsheild.