Note: This is story I started writing back on the old LMB's inspired by Johnyjo. If it happens to be like any other stories here, well, sorry.
Also Note: I'm not using my signature font because it's a pain in the butt to read a story in.

Chapter One: Wartracer, NSPI

Investigation is a risky business. Most people know that. However, those same people don't know what kind of risks are involved. Getting shot? Unlikely. Poisoned? Maybe, but probably not.

Peeing yourself on a long stake-out? Very likely. Getting fired by your boss, WhiteAlligator? Now that's something I risk daily, seeing as my snark tends to get me into a lot of trouble. Which leads me to the events that started this whole mess.

There was a knock on the smoked glass of my office door. On the glass was painted "rotagitsevnI etavirP ,recartraW", my title. "Whaddaya want!?" I yelled at the annoyance.

WhiteAlligator thrust the door open, a glare on her face. "Is that how you talk to your customers?" She asked.

"YES!" I retorted. "After Johnyjo closed up shop I'm people's last resort, so I can talk however the brick I want!"

"Not if you plan on keeping your job." WA countered. "I am your employer, after all."

"Fine." I said. "Now what are you here for?"