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The Neopian Times Week 13 > Continuing Series > Snow Job: Part Six

Snow Job: Part Six

by scriptfox

It took just a minute to reach his place, which wasn't far from the official hub of activity in the city. He opened the door, waved me in without a word, and shut it behind us before sitting down. I had already taken the chair in front of his desk by the time he was ready to talk. I handed him my business card without breaking our mutual silence and he looked it over.

"Hmmm.... MonoKeras, Private Investigations." He looked at me. "Work for him, do you?"

"Actually, I am him... that picture was taken before I got zapped by the lab ray."

"An abomination. They ought to do away with it."

"I couldn't agree more!" I said fervently. "But that's not really what I wanted to talk about.

"Right, of course. But what's a private investigator doing in this? We just appointed a committee to look into it, why aren't you talking with them?"

"Actually I'm already working for them, and that's why I came to you. I was hoping you could give me some background information on the political situation here."

He shrugged. "I'm afraid there's nothing I can give you in private that I wouldn't say in public. Being honest about those sorts of things is something I firmly believe in."

"Of course, and I wouldn't ask you to betray any confidences. But if I never ask, I don't find out anything, do I?"

"Hah! Right. So, what sort of details were you wanting?"

"First off, what's your opinion of the cause? Mind you, I'm simply asking for ideas. I know they could be wrong and I'm not asking you to authoritatively state that anything is or isn't true in all this."

Bloriarity leaned back and smiled without amusement. "It's a good thing you added that last. The truth is that I'm in the dark as much as you are- maybe even more so, if you know anything about it. All I know is that this government has continually neglected my people's needs, and I think it's coming back to bite them. They spent little to no time looking into the distant slopes this year, and their neglect is showing, in my opinion."

I nodded. "What about the idea of actual sabotage?"

He looked surprised. "Where did you hear anything like that?"

"Nowhere, I'm just throwing out possibilities right now."

"I understand. Well, I'd say you might as well forget that. There are certainly enough pets with motives that could do such a thing, but I'd hate to think that they would. Maybe I'm just being naive about it, but I don't like to think that my political opponents are really that mean-spirited. Again, I could be wrong, but I'd rather err on the side of kindness than not."

"Right, right."

He still seemed bothered, the more he considered my casual mention. "You know, if it did turn out to be sabotage, we could all be in real trouble. If we found out that anyone in the government would even think of condoning such action, much less actually do it, I'd not hesitate to call for their resignation- and of course, criminal prosecution on charges if they'd done it. The pets that have been the victims of all this are not your city-bred, safe and fat Bruces. We're out there in the desolate areas, right next to the dangers caused by avalanches, wild animals, and whatever other hazards the weather or nature has to throw at us. We're not just talking about losing a job here, we're talking life and, well, life in the Tyrannian Volcano. To think that someone would deliberately start such a terrible thing would be to instigate a revolution!"

I nodded as he became more and more passionate. "It surely won't be that, then. No one in the government would do such a thing, or even, as you said, condone it."

"I would hope not! I'll admit, though, there are a few who might not be too unhappy to see us literally wiped out. Oh, they'd deny it of course, but the fact is that we Blumaroos are pretty much left out of control here when it comes to political affairs. I'm the only councilor that we have, and there are virtually none employed by the government bureaucracy on any level, short of the local animal control menial type jobs."

"I'd think, though, that they'd still listen to your concerns. Look at how they formed the commission to look into this."

Bloriarity shook his head. "The commission isn't due to a single shred of decency on their part, I'm sorry to say. They were forced into doing something by public pressure. And you'll note that when they DID appoint one, they very carefully made sure to keep me away from any microphone. They were afraid of what I'd say, or even worse, that I might undercut them by simply showing everyone that a Blumaroo helped bring it about."

"Maybe so," I sighed. "I always thought that any reasonable pet could understand and sympathize with the needs of another, even if they were of different species."

Bloriarity looked almost sad. "Ah, I wish I was that naive again myself, MonoKeras. But I've come to learn that it's next to impossible for any pet to really truly see life from someone else's point of view unless they've been in it themselves. And in this case it's made even worse by the fact that Blumaroos have a whole different set of experiences and expectations that Bruces just can't understand, even if they do try. Unfortunately, most of them don't even really seriously try."

"Which is where you come in."

He chuckled slightly. "I'm afraid so. I try my best to tell them what we need, but the more I tell them, the more they seem to hate me. I tell them again and again that it's to their interest to pass laws that consider Blumaroos, but no matter what I say, I all too often see us get the bad end of every deal that comes down. We simply don't have any political clout, and I'm afraid it shows. It's really been discouraging at times, in fact. I keep hoping that someday someone will start to pay attention to us. Who knows, maybe they will now, although it's a national shame that it would have to take a disaster like this to get them to wake up."

"Yes, of course," I murmured.

He seemed to detect my lack of enthusiasm and laughed in a rather embarrassed way. "I do apologize. It feels good to vent sometimes, but it's not really helping you, is it."

"Actually, it does give me some background, although not the details I'd hoped for. I need to run right now, though. I tell you what. My Neomail is on that card. Would you do me a favour and just write up a brief history and your personal opinions on all of the councilors and Neomail it to me? I'd truly appreciate it."

"Of course! Please, accept my apologies for running on that way. I'm afraid I was a bit upset after being passed over at the press conference a while ago."

"Quite understandable," I reassured him, "and thank you for helping me, I'm sure what you add will prove valuable."

"My pleasure. I would like nothing more than to see this solved before anything else goes wrong."

"So do I, Councilor, and I'll do my best to make sure of that. Good day."

"And to you, MonoKeras," he said as I left.

I headed back to my office in a thoughtful mood. Things had pretty much been confirmed in my mind, but exact details would have to wait the councilor's Neomail before I could really start looking into our potential suspects. I walked into my office to find our one suspect being kept under the eagle eye of blchocobo. He looked up, startled, as I shut the door.

"Oh! Back already?"

"Yes, I was afraid I'd miss something here," I replied dryly, "but you've got everything pinned down it would seem."

He laughed. "Maybe not quite that, but look- he's entering the suburbs now. Looks like the north part of central Neopia to me."

I looked and saw what he meant. "Hmmm.... look close, let's see if we can recognise the exact area." We both huddled over the glass, which, being magical, didn't fog up with two sets of lungs breathing on it. He went by a park, and I had it. "Ah-hah! Brooke Lane area, they put that in just a couple of months ago. He's heading south towards Lakeside View."

"Yeah!" Blchocobo put more excitement into that one word than he had anything else since I'd known him. The hunt, even if it was just sitting there watching it, seemed to bring him alive.

We watched for another minute and I couldn't believe our luck as the Lupe went up to a house and simply walked in. It was an easy matter to figure out the address. A few quick taps on my Neoterminal gave me the reverse lookup Neoaddress directory, and soon I had the user lookup onscreen for his owner. "Hah! It figures. Look at his owner's name. ~a$$a$in~ no less. Hmmm, let's see what sort of family he has. Well, well... three brothers, and two of them mutants. And his name... oh, cute, k9evil1. We're not talking subtle here, are we."

"Nuh-uh," blchocobo agreed, staring at my screen in something approaching awe. "We've got him, haven't we."

"Just about. Now all we have to do is watch until he tries something again, and in the meantime...."

"Yes? What?"

"In the meantime, we wait," I concluded.

To be continued...

Previous Episodes

Snow Job: Part One

Snow Job: Part Two

Snow Job: Part Three

Snow Job: Part Four

Snow Job: Part Five

Snow Job: Part Seven

Snow Job: Part Eight

Snow Job: Part Nine

Snow Job: Part Ten

Snow Job: Part Eleven

Snow Job: Part Twelve

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