Streets of Justice: Agwan & Ruwan Vs. The Mediterranean Syndicate

The day had started out so well. The sun was shining, birds were singing and the smell of freshly baked bread filled the air. It was the perfect day to go on a job interview. However, that didn't turn out as I had hoped. I got rejected. Ruwan said that I should try again next week but the way he said it made it sound like he didn't believe in me anymore.

Then again, even if I did get the job I doubt that my life would change much. My partner and I didn't exactly make a lot of money. We were private detectives, after all. Still, at least we had each other. Well, at least most of the time. Ruwan had been acting very strange lately, like he was hiding something from me. If he thought that he could hide anything from me he was wrong. I could always tell when he was lying because his eyes would start to blink faster than normal and he would have a rather guilty expression on his face.

We had just finished lunch when we got a call from our boss telling us about a new case involving a murdered man and a missing girl. To be honest it sounded pretty boring but at least we could get paid for it so I agreed to take the case with only one condition: Ruwan couldn't be allowed to see what we were about to do because of his 'condition'.

"What's your condition?" He asked, looking rather nervous as he took out a handkerchief and started cleaning his glasses with it, "This better not be another one of your stupid jokes." At this point I think it's safe to say that he knows by now which jokes are stupid and which aren't but whatever they are still not funny to him.

"You know what my condition is," I answered back with a sigh while putting my hands on my hips, "Just let me do my thing."

He reluctantly agreed and let me go into our secret room alone. There I opened up the suitcase-like object hidden under the floorboards and pulled out the equipment necessary for this case: A small camera hidden inside an old watch, some listening devices and an old-looking handgun which once belonged to one of our ancestors who used to work for the police during World War III (or WWIII for short). It was kind of cool to know that we had such an important piece of history in our possession but it definitely wasn't worth as much as Ruwan made it out to be so don't expect any gun collectors trying to steal it from us anytime soon by any chance now do you?

When I went back outside Ruwan had already prepared everything for us including some disguises just in case we needed them later on in our investigation. As always, he had done an amazing job preparing everything in such little time but then again that's what happens when you're working with someone who gets paid by the hour so there's no use complaining about how fast they work or how good they are at their job because there's no way you can get more out of them than they're already giving you unless you want them to quit their jobs and find new ones elsewhere but then again what kind of idiot would do that? Not only would you end up breaking your partnership with them but you'd also lose all the money they earned before leaving so why would anyone do that? And now I'm starting to sound like Ruwan...well nevermind that! Let's keep moving forward shall we?

By evening we had reached our destination which turned out to be an abandoned hotel somewhere deep in the desert near Algeria where we met with our client who told us about his son who had been murdered earlier today by someone who gave him something called 'a cake' which caused him to collapse on the floor moments later without being able to utter another word before passing away soon afterwards. He believed that someone wanted his son dead in relation to something that happened 2 years ago involving another man who supposedly died at this same hotel during WWIII which was why he hired us in order to investigate further into these matters while also searching for his daughter whom he believed was kidnapped earlier today by an unknown group of people who forced her into becoming their newest member after bribing her with cakes similar to those given out 2 years ago. For some reason she seemed reluctant about joining them which is why they stole her away from her school before taking her here where she was currently being held captive by this mysterious group known as 'the Mediterranean Syndicate'. Unfortunately neither him nor any of his employees could provide us with any additional information about this group except for what little bit they knew about them since they didn't actually exist yet during WWIII unlike many other organizations such as 'the Italian Mafia' or 'the Irish Republican Army' whoever those guys were anyway? Shrugs shoulders Not really sure myself but let's just hope that things will turn out fine shall we?