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<blockquote data-quote="talien" data-source="post: 4513974" data-attributes="member: 3285"><p><strong>The Last Castle: Part 1 – Roxy Road</strong></p><p></p><p>Guppy, in his best suit and dark sunglasses, pounded on Roxy’s door. Archive was similarly dressed and stood an appropriately menacing distance behind him.</p><p></p><p>Roxy answered the door. She wore too much makeup, frizzy hair, and a leopard skirt over pink stockings. She wore a tight Led Zeppelin shirt. Judging from the way she blinked into the sunlight, it was clear she had just woken up.</p><p></p><p>“Who are you?”</p><p></p><p>Guppy mustered his sternest voice. “I’m Agent Gupta. This is Agent Fontaine.” He flashed his CIFA badge. “We’d like to chat with you for a minute.</p><p></p><p>The neurons in Roxy’s brain finally fired. “I didn’t do nothing!” she shouted.</p><p></p><p>Guppy put on a strained smile. “I’m sure you haven’t ma’am. But we need to clarify a few things.”</p><p></p><p>“O-okay.” She pushed open the screen door. “Come in.”</p><p></p><p>Inside was about what one would expect given Roxy’s appearance. Cheap plastic ashtrays, discarded cigarette butts, fashion magazines of all types, and paper plates that still held bits of fast food on them. A large flat screen television dominated the opposite side of the room in contrast to the ratty couch that faced it.</p><p></p><p>“Can I get you something…” Roxy’s eyes looked around as she realized there were open bottles of alcohol everywhere. </p><p></p><p>“We’re fine,” said Guppy, waving her off. He cleared some debris off the couch and sat down. Archive plumped himself down on the other side of the couch. Roxy perched herself delicately on the marble coffee table. </p><p></p><p>“Miss…Zanatelli, is it?”</p><p></p><p>Roxy nodded. </p><p></p><p>“Do you know a Mr. Ridgefield?”</p><p></p><p>Roxy frowned. “My boyfriend? What the hell did he do now?”</p><p></p><p>Guppy smiled, pleased with the response. “When was the last time you saw him?”</p><p></p><p>“A couple of days ago.” Roxy shrugged. “But I haven’t seen him since. Ever since he went on that bender.” She huffed. “He probably blew all his money in Vegas.”</p><p></p><p>“Vegas?” asked Guppy.</p><p></p><p>“Yeah, him and his two buddies—“</p><p></p><p>Guppy checked the notes on his cistron. “Bentfeld, and Santini?”</p><p></p><p>“Yeah, those jerks,” she continued. "They went on a weekend bender in Las Vegas. Just up and left, didn’t even bring me along!” Roxy lit a cigarette. “Mind if I smoke? You NSA guys make me nervous.”</p><p></p><p>“We’re actually with the CIFA.”</p><p></p><p>“Whatever. All I know is you’re government types and you make me nervous. What’s he do, anyway?”</p><p></p><p>Archive was sitting with his chin on his chest. It was impossible to tell what was going on behind his glasses.</p><p></p><p>“Don’t mind him,” said Guppy. “He’s my backup in case you don’t cooperate.”</p><p></p><p>Roxy took a puff. “Cooperate? I’m cooperating here, right? What else do you want?”</p><p></p><p>“Why would Mr. Ridgefield call you?”</p><p></p><p>Roxy waved one well-manicured hand. Smoke twirled around her fingers. “Oh you know, he calls when he wants to call.”</p><p></p><p>Guppy glanced around the room. “That’s a new flat screen television. What do you do for a living, ma’am?”</p><p></p><p>“Oh I’m a manicurist, why?”</p><p></p><p>Guppy’s brow furrowed. “How can you afford that television?”</p><p></p><p>Roxy sputtered. “Okay, so Ridge bought it for me after I lit into him. Arrived yesterday. Guys installed it and everything! Pretty nice huh?”</p><p></p><p>“Yes, very nice.” Guppy cleared his throat. “Ma’am, did it ever occur to you that Mr. Ridgefield can’t afford this either?”</p><p></p><p>Roxy blinked. “I figured he’s a bigwig with the police force so he was getting hazard pay or something—“</p><p></p><p>“Uh huh.” Guppy rose to his feet. “We’re going to go now, but you are not to speak of this conversation with anyone, especially Mr. Ridgefield. Do you understand?”</p><p></p><p>Roxy swallowed hard and nodded. </p><p></p><p>“Good. Remember, we’re CIFA,” said Guppy ominously. “We’re always watching.”</p><p></p><p>And with that he started towards the door.</p><p></p><p>“Forgetting something?” asked Roxy.</p><p></p><p>Guppy looked over his shoulder. Archive was still on the couch, now with his mouth open. A thundering snore rumbled from his throat. </p><p></p><p>“Oh for the love of…” Guppy walked over and kicked Archive in the shin.</p><p></p><p>“OW!” said Archive, sitting bolt upright. He looked around.</p><p></p><p>“Archive!” snapped Guppy. “I mean Agent Fontaine! Ah forget it, let’s just go.” Guppy, arms at his sides, stalked out.</p><p></p><p>Archive slowly got to his feet. </p><p></p><p>“I don’t recommend you repeat this to anyone…” he said in nearly the same ominous voice as Guppy. “We’re CIFA. And we’ll be—“</p><p></p><p>“Watching, I get it!” Roxy scratched her frizzy hair. “What, you guys read from the same script?”</p><p></p><p>Archive walked out the door to the car. Guppy was waiting in the driver’s seat, fuming.</p><p></p><p>“This sucks. I should have gone with Jim-Bean instead,” he muttered.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="talien, post: 4513974, member: 3285"] [b]The Last Castle: Part 1 – Roxy Road[/b] Guppy, in his best suit and dark sunglasses, pounded on Roxy’s door. Archive was similarly dressed and stood an appropriately menacing distance behind him. Roxy answered the door. She wore too much makeup, frizzy hair, and a leopard skirt over pink stockings. She wore a tight Led Zeppelin shirt. Judging from the way she blinked into the sunlight, it was clear she had just woken up. “Who are you?” Guppy mustered his sternest voice. “I’m Agent Gupta. This is Agent Fontaine.” He flashed his CIFA badge. “We’d like to chat with you for a minute. The neurons in Roxy’s brain finally fired. “I didn’t do nothing!” she shouted. Guppy put on a strained smile. “I’m sure you haven’t ma’am. But we need to clarify a few things.” “O-okay.” She pushed open the screen door. “Come in.” Inside was about what one would expect given Roxy’s appearance. Cheap plastic ashtrays, discarded cigarette butts, fashion magazines of all types, and paper plates that still held bits of fast food on them. A large flat screen television dominated the opposite side of the room in contrast to the ratty couch that faced it. “Can I get you something…” Roxy’s eyes looked around as she realized there were open bottles of alcohol everywhere. “We’re fine,” said Guppy, waving her off. He cleared some debris off the couch and sat down. Archive plumped himself down on the other side of the couch. Roxy perched herself delicately on the marble coffee table. “Miss…Zanatelli, is it?” Roxy nodded. “Do you know a Mr. Ridgefield?” Roxy frowned. “My boyfriend? What the hell did he do now?” Guppy smiled, pleased with the response. “When was the last time you saw him?” “A couple of days ago.” Roxy shrugged. “But I haven’t seen him since. Ever since he went on that bender.” She huffed. “He probably blew all his money in Vegas.” “Vegas?” asked Guppy. “Yeah, him and his two buddies—“ Guppy checked the notes on his cistron. “Bentfeld, and Santini?” “Yeah, those jerks,” she continued. "They went on a weekend bender in Las Vegas. Just up and left, didn’t even bring me along!” Roxy lit a cigarette. “Mind if I smoke? You NSA guys make me nervous.” “We’re actually with the CIFA.” “Whatever. All I know is you’re government types and you make me nervous. What’s he do, anyway?” Archive was sitting with his chin on his chest. It was impossible to tell what was going on behind his glasses. “Don’t mind him,” said Guppy. “He’s my backup in case you don’t cooperate.” Roxy took a puff. “Cooperate? I’m cooperating here, right? What else do you want?” “Why would Mr. Ridgefield call you?” Roxy waved one well-manicured hand. Smoke twirled around her fingers. “Oh you know, he calls when he wants to call.” Guppy glanced around the room. “That’s a new flat screen television. What do you do for a living, ma’am?” “Oh I’m a manicurist, why?” Guppy’s brow furrowed. “How can you afford that television?” Roxy sputtered. “Okay, so Ridge bought it for me after I lit into him. Arrived yesterday. Guys installed it and everything! Pretty nice huh?” “Yes, very nice.” Guppy cleared his throat. “Ma’am, did it ever occur to you that Mr. Ridgefield can’t afford this either?” Roxy blinked. “I figured he’s a bigwig with the police force so he was getting hazard pay or something—“ “Uh huh.” Guppy rose to his feet. “We’re going to go now, but you are not to speak of this conversation with anyone, especially Mr. Ridgefield. Do you understand?” Roxy swallowed hard and nodded. “Good. Remember, we’re CIFA,” said Guppy ominously. “We’re always watching.” And with that he started towards the door. “Forgetting something?” asked Roxy. Guppy looked over his shoulder. Archive was still on the couch, now with his mouth open. A thundering snore rumbled from his throat. “Oh for the love of…” Guppy walked over and kicked Archive in the shin. “OW!” said Archive, sitting bolt upright. He looked around. “Archive!” snapped Guppy. “I mean Agent Fontaine! Ah forget it, let’s just go.” Guppy, arms at his sides, stalked out. Archive slowly got to his feet. “I don’t recommend you repeat this to anyone…” he said in nearly the same ominous voice as Guppy. “We’re CIFA. And we’ll be—“ “Watching, I get it!” Roxy scratched her frizzy hair. “What, you guys read from the same script?” Archive walked out the door to the car. Guppy was waiting in the driver’s seat, fuming. “This sucks. I should have gone with Jim-Bean instead,” he muttered. [/QUOTE]
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