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Scotch and the Dame (Fun Times & I)

3ngag3

Supernova
Joined
Jan 9, 2009
Location
The Pits of California
It is a prosperous time in America. The roaring twenies, they called it. A time. The first World War had just ended and the troops had come home. The economy was thriving amidst a new period of social and political evolution. Chicago was amonsgt those cities that prospered the most out of these times. Businesses were booming, the population was growing and the troops were celebrating their trip home with parties that lasted long into the night. But it was also during these times that strange events began to occur. The world as it was once known would change forever due to these events.

It started simple enough. Some crazy vagabond claimed to have seen a giant creature roaming the outskirts of the city. At first, the people thought this story to be nothing more than the ramblings of a drunken old fool who had been drinking just a little too much. But as the weeks passed, more and more people were claimed to have laid eyes on the beast. Some say it was the Germans come to the homefront to stage one final attack with a secret weapon, while others believed it to be a sign of the end of days. But all of them agreed that whatever it was, its body creaked like metal scraping against metal and its roar was some kind of unnatural horn of an automobile.

It was soon after that, that the police and military alike were called in to investigate this strange phonomenon. While they bumbled about trying to solve the mystery, a man was watching from the sidelines. He looked quite young at only twenty five years of age, but with his slowly growing stubble, one would think that he looked older than he really was. He was well dressed, lacking only the business coat that complimented the importance of most government officials and his pants were held up by straps that came around his shoulders and connected the front of his pants to the back, a typical fashion statement of the working man of the twenties. Scotch was what they called him. He was a private investigator of some repute. As a former tank driver of the Army sent in to do the dirty work against the german tanks that terrorized Europe during the war, he was quite good at his job, taking down ten tanks in combat during his tenure.

He settled down after the war, taking interest in helping his community through law enforcement. Feeling that becoming a police officer would be too tedious, he decided to start up his own private investigations business, using his experiences in the military to help those in need. After a short while of watching the 'proper authorities' screw around with their investigation, Scotch decided to return to his office in the city, looking like he didn't care one bit about what was going on. But under that facade was the gaze of a man who seemed to know something no one else knew. If they could only fathom what this young PI was really capable of...
 
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