Tales of Jeppy the JetPunk Fish-Chapter Two

That night, Preppy was in her house in the countryside. Looking out the window, she spotted Jeppy’s family’s property across the woods. He was hiding something. Something beyond the vault, beyond what the ninjas were after.

Preppy had no idea what it was, but she would think about it later. For now, she needed to sleep.

In the morning, Preppy awoke and went to her basement. Digging through piles of cords and monitors, she found the computer she needed. Hidden away, it was one of only three devices that could access a private network solely reserved for communication. She logged on and typed a message.

A few moments later, a reply came.

Preppy sighed. While she did sort of think Jeppy was cute, she could not put her feelings over her mission. She posted a reply.

No reply came, which Preppy saw as a good sign. She was torn between love and duty, between Jeppy and the Order. She would make that choice when it was time. But now was not time.

Since she had nothing else to do, Preppy decided to just enjoy the Saturday. The autumn breeze whooshed through the air as she walked into town. But she could not shake the feeling that someone was watching her. It was scary, but she could see nobody in sight.

Then suddenly, a flash of gray came from the sidewalk. She turned and it was gone. Although a pair of glasses had fallen onto the ground.

Preppy rushed to pick them up, and was horrified at the sight. The glasses were unmistakable. Only one person wore those. Beppy the bounty hunter.

Beppy was a private hired criminal who hunted down fish for a living. He had been hired by many, but nobody had employed him more than the notorious Reppy the RetGunk Fish. Reppy was a businessman who lived in the city a few hours away, and had always been suspected of crimes. Nobody could ever prove anything, but it was widely thought that he was a criminal.

The Order had a file on Reppy, which Preppy had perused on occasion, and it mapped out some of his potential safe-houses.

The nearest one was right down the road.

Preppy walked gradually towards the safe house, zigzagging and criscrossing to avoid attention, before coming to the address she had memorized. The house was near the edge of town, two stories, built of brick. A garden filled with blooming flowers stood between the street and the porch.

She walked up the path to the door. No sound could be heard. Cautiously, Preppy rang the doorbell. No answer. This was the perfect opportunity for a break-in.

She picked the lock and snuck inside. The interior was dusty and looked to be unused. However, a set of footprints led from the door, up the stairs, and into another room.

Quietly, Preppy climbed the stairs until she found the door. It appeared to be a closet, with no way in or out besides the door. The set of footprints led in, but there was none coming out. Which meant whoever had gone in was still inside.

Her heart pounding, Preppy cautiously swung the door open. The closet was relatively normal-shelves, coats, DVDs, sheets, etc.-except for the dead body sprawled across the floor.

This blog is shorter today, I have not had very much time to write recently. My next blog about Jeppy will come out next week or so, and it will be very interesting (I hope).