Zachary Nixon, the world’s last freelance PI, is back…The president of the world council comes to Zach as they need his help. The nuclear suitcase has gone missing. Even though the Earth is united they still keep the nuclear suit case and weapons because it was easier – cheaper than destroying them. They need Zach to quietly track it down before whoever has it figures out how to use it!
My name is Zachary Nixon Johnson. It’s the year 2058 and I’m the last freelance PI on Earth. Yeah, I know it might sound cool and exciting but believe me a lot of days are filled passing time by chatting with HARV my super intelligent holographic assistant in my New Frisco office. (Though if truth be told, some days I think HARV thinks I work for him.) Oh, full disclosure, HARV is wired to my brain, which comes with it’s own unique set of perks and problems.
Today though was different. I have just sat down in my real leather chair and kicked my feet up on my real oak desk when HARV tells me.
“Zach, you have a call coming in from Head World Council Leader Sexy Sprockets…”
Sexy is an old client. I’ve got her out of a jam back a couple of years ago when she was a teen pop sensation. She has since made the very scary move into something even more crooked than music – politics.
“Wait, when did Sexy become the Head World Council leader?” I ask HARV.
HARV smiles. “The twelve main World Council members each spend one month as head of the council. May is Sexy’s month.”
“Put her through,” I say.
The image of HARV morphs into the young blond Sexy. She is wearing a pink bikini top and a red skirt that almost reaches her knees. For Sexy, this is formal wear.
“Zach, I need you!” she pleads.
“Sexy, you know I have a girl friend,” I answer with a smile.
“Oh gross,” she says letting her tongue drop from her mouth. “That’s not what I mean. You are way too old for me. What are you like 100?”
“Same thing!” she insists. “Zach, this is very serious!” she asserts her skin turning redder than usual. She looks over her shoulder. “We need to meet ASAP but sooner!”
“Okay, I can come to your office!”
She shakes her head furiously. “No! You can’t be seen here!”
“You can come to my office…”
“No, no. I can’t be seen there!” Sexy says. “We need to meet somewhere nobody would every expect to find me!” Vote below on what will happen next or if reading in email click Take our Poll.