DNA Valkyrie - Chapter Five: Standing Up For Something

DNA Valkyrie

CHAPTER 5: STANDING UP FOR SOMETHING

She fell backward as the imminent danger of needing to have full-on sex with a Saurius in order to keep her primarily job and the secret of her fraudulently obtained exemption card was about to become a reality. Everything appeared to be doom and gloom before a tall, shadowy figure suddenly interrupted Joss’s intentions. The Human man from earlier, the creepy one that requested her detective skills during the show, jumped into the shower compartment with them. He no longer seemed as creepy to her as he did earlier while grabbing Joss by the shoulder and throwing him out of there, sending him tumbling back into some lockers. Cursing under his breath, the lecherous salamander, clearly shaken, took one last remaining look at the detective-strip-dancer, and the size of the Human standing between them, before scurrying out of the room. He’d remember this...

“Sorry for interrupting your shower, detective. I only came back to return these,” The man said while handing over the two blue pasties she’d gifted him earlier. “I appreciate the gift, really, but I thought they would be better put to use with you. You know? Reusing them seems like the better idea to me,” he continued.

“Thank you…” She said.

“Don’t mention it, Blue Heart. Or would you prefer it if I used your real name?” he asked.

“... Cynthia Widdowfield... My name is Cynthia Widdowfield.”

“I know. I’ll be waiting for you at your office tomorrow then. Later.” The man nodded, turned, and left.

“Thank you,” Cynthia said watching at him walk away from her shower cubicle.

“Wait, hold on, do you know the address?” She said after thinking about it for a few seconds. However, the man was already gone. He probably didn’t hear her anyway.

Well, I guess he does know quite a lot about me...

She thought as she turned off the shower, dressed herself, and promptly left the premises as well. Not taking the risk to finish washing herself, or even finishing to clean the fresh Saurius semen off her face. She had no intention of remaining here, all alone with Joss, probably still sulking and lurking around the backstage of the club.

The following morning, the tall man that had saved her last night was already there at her office, sitting on a chair in the waiting room of her workplace. He’d probably been waiting there for some time now. Apparently he was an early bird.

Cynthia finally came in. She was late, of course. She’d slept in this morning primarily due to her late night. Though that didn’t seem to affect her guest so much... She was about an hour late to her own, self-set opening hours. Chances are that he might have been waiting a lot longer than that. Cynthia wore her detective outfit again. She sipped on the warm mug of coffee she held in her hands as she passed in front of the man who remained patiently seated. When arriving at the door of her tiny, disgusting, pitiful office, that she could barely afford to rent, she grabbed her keys out of the pocket of her coat and unlocked the door.

“Alright, come in, come in…” She said with a very tired voice as she sipped more of her coffee. She threw her fedora on top of her scratched and lived-in desk and draped her trench coat over the back of her squeaky chair. She also unclipped her ultra mini skirt and threw it on one of the many hooks of her office coat rack. Thus leaving her in nothing but her tight black tank top, her tiny blue thong and of course her favorite pair of heels. Her normal, relaxed, office attire. She sat down, and gestured towards the closest chair for the man to sit once again. He did.

“Okay, I’m all ears. What can I do for you, mister?” She said.

“Well, let me start by thanking you, detective Widdowfield, for agreeing to meet and making this appointment possible…” He said.

“We’ve already met,” she interrupted him.

“That’s true. And it was a real... Honor…”

“Stop trying to be polite, and get to the point. As I just said, we’re beyond pleasantries. We’re cool. So just get to the point already,” she abruptly interrupted him once more.

“Very well then... My master is in need of your services.”

“Oh boy... Your master? This is off to a great start. Why am I always ending up with such weird cases?” She continued sipping at her coffee.

“I’m sorry for interrupting you again. Please, go on.”

“My master is dying.” He continued.

Yikes, definitely a tense case... She thought.

The man looked down, trying to find the courage to keep talking.

“He no longer has much time, and is in desperate need of your assistance with something. An investigation very close to his heart.”

“What is it?” She asked.

“My master’s daughter was abducted not too long ago. We hoped that the police would help us, but they were unable. They didn’t get very far at all... We tried with other investigators and detectives as well, but nothing good came of it. Then, we recently heard about you.”

“You heard about me? Where? How? When?”

“We heard some favorable things about you. Despite your... Very peculiar way of doing things, you apparently have a surprisingly high success rate of solving your cases. We’re desperate. We want to try going with you. We need your help, detective,” he practically begged her.

“Okay, okay, I’ll see what I can do. But it’s impossible to make any promises at this stage of course. What is the name of your... Master...?” She said while quickly pushing her cup of coffee out of sight, and pulling a notepad out from the pocket of her coat which was still hanging off the back of her chair.

“I can’t tell you this.”

“Why?”

“I just can’t…”

“Okay. What is the name of his daughter then?”

“Can’t tell you that either.”

“But, why? I need information.”

“I can’t tell you anything more here. You’ll have to come to my master’s residence to get the details of this case.”

“No, no, no, that’s not how I do things…” Before she could properly begin her rant,  the tall man stood up and threw a pile of cash on top of her filthy desk, interrupting her.

“Follow me and you’ll have double that.”

Obviously she accepted. A new chapter of her life was about to begin. Cynthia followed the creepy-looking man to his master’s home, as if he didn’t look strange enough for her to second guess his proposal. She was definitely putting herself in a dangerous position. But times were tough, and money was money. Besides, he had just saved her last night, so it was probably fine...

The man brought her to what could only be described as a castle, on the far outskirts of the city. The place was huge and it looked possibly royal. It was a mansion. The interior was decorated just like a classical manor. The owner was surely a very wealthy and powerful individual. Cynthia followed the tall man to a large bedroom where she was introduced to his ‘master’. Things were slowly becoming a little clearer for her. This creepy man that came seeking her help, appeared to be some kind of butler here.

“Detective Widdowfield, allow me to introduce you to my master, Gerald Langstorm.” His master barely seemed awake. He opened his eyes as they came in. He was probably in the middle of a light nap by the look of it. While this appeared to be his real bedroom, the place looked more like a hospital room to her. The old man was connected to large, expensive looking machines. He had tubes all over his body. Just like his butler had told Cynthia earlier, he was dying, and he really looked like it.

Gerald Langstorm wasn’t Human. He was a Saurius.