For her Majesty the Queen. Part Four, The odd case.

Walking down the cold grey streets of the Southern Prefecture is like finding a silver dollar at the bottom of a scum ridden, stagnant puddle. Even when you reach out to grasp the forgotten wealth you get your hands dirty. The feeling of smog so thick like oily silk presses down on me making each day feel like a weight pushing down on my shoulders. I fill my heart with contempt as I walk up to the doors of my office. This building is old, made on the blueprints found from a time in the ancients past were gangsters and something called "jazz" ruled the streets. I'm sure at one time this building held a good lot, but as the gap of time between the days of the monarchy and "Democracy" stretched the occupants of office building 405c changed. The lawyers and eye doctors who once ran honest practices gave way to Bookies and second rate back ally surgans. Opening the door to my office, the smell of cheap perfume and cigarette smoke fills the air like a round of tear gas during that Buzz ball riot last summer. Damn crazed fans nearly burned down the Northern prefecture. Laura, my secretary was sitting on the reception desk painting her nails as usual. Slick silvery wings and a young thorax makes her a tight squeeze but a lousy secretary. Reaching out I grab Laura's cigarette, snuffing it out and crack open a window. "Dammit Laura what did I say about smoking in the office, you trying to give this old be a heart attack, and what have you been doing all day painting your nails? Be useful for once and give me the next case file." The look of shock on her face was more than satisfying enough until she had to open her gap. "You know Mr.O'buzzly it would do you good to me nice to me once in awhile, and for your information your next case file is waiting in person in your office. It's a hornet by the name of Olov Belah. Damn, "A Hornet? Bloody hell. I hate Hornets" Walking past Laura's desk I ignore the sound of her lighting another cig, opening the door to my office a Large figure stands up from one of the chairs at my desk. Lanky and strong the Hornet wore a woolen trench coat with a scarf and large conical hat that was made of somethings fur. "You know those chairs are meant for clients right?" Unsettled by the Hornets lack of expression at my obvious lack of tact I move to the chair behind my desk, ignoring his outstretched hand and taking a seat, lifting my feet up and pushing back on the chair behind my desk curiosity takes hold of my tongue. "So tell me Hornet, what brings you to my office? I'll give you five minutes before I send you flying through my window." Again the unnerving lack of emotion and cold smile. "Mr. O'buzzly, It is how you say a pleasure, please allow me to introduce myzelf. My name is Olov Belah, I am emissary to king of the Hornet Empire. I've been to the police but they don't want to touch interracial matters, to say the least they are how you say, racizzzst."