Writer block has definitely ended...
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“Are you sure they are living in the same flat?” Mizuki asked.
“Yes, the Space Patrol officer for Marsbase Sara was sure about this.” Zenigata said and nodded. “It might spare us a lot of time being able to talk with both of them simultaneously.”
“I wonder if they are related to each other” Mizuki mused, “they look quite similar. Ahh, here we are!”
Zenigata knocked at the door. A few moments later the door was opened from the inside by a man.
“Yes, what can I do for you?” the man asked and looked at Zenigata and then at Mizuki. Suddenly he began to grin. “Wait, you are the one from Catgirl Industries who announced the competition a few days ago, right?”
Mizuki nodded with a smile.
“Yes... YES... YEEEEES!” he shouted and looked over his shoulder. “Did you hear it, I won! Now I will easily beat you!”
Zenigata waited a moment until the man calmed down.
“So you are Mr. Mark Thompson?” Zenigata finally asked. “We would like to talk with you.”
Mark Thompson instantly cooled down a bit. “And who are you?”
“This is Ms. Mizuki from Catgirl Industries” Zenigata replied, “and I am Ichikawa Zenigata from the Japanese National Police Agency, currently working together with Space Patrol... and we need your help.”
“Japanese police?” Mark Thompson said surprised, “does this mean the whole competition was a fake? What do you want?”
“No, no... the competition is real, I promise!” Mizuki quickly said, “But we really would like to talk with you... and with a Mr. Ronald White.”
Mark stared at her for a moment.
“No... just tell me that was a joke... please... no...” he said, looking very unhappy. “My first moment of triumph and you tell me... tell me that I have to share it?”
Mizuki and Zenigata looked at each other, unsure what to reply to this.
Mark shrugged finally and waved them into his flat. “Just come in, I will call him and you can explain why you want to talk to us.”
He brought them into the small living room of the flat.
“Just sit down, I will be back in a moment” he said and vanished through another door. A moment later he came back with a similar looking man.
“Ronald, these are Ms. Mizuki from Catgirl Industries and Mr. Ichikawa Zenigata from the Japanese police” he introduced both of the visitors. “And this here is Ronald, my brother.”
“Maybe you can explain this” Zenigata said, “we were surprised both winners working at different places but living at the same address... but we had no clue you were related to each other.”
Both of them grinned.
“That is simple... we both changed our Surname when we moved to Mars a few years ago, we wanted to make it harder to connect us to our families back on Earth.” Mark explained. “And because we had a heated discussion at that time, we choose different names.”
“Heated discussion?” Zenigata asked.
“I hope you understand,” Ronald replied, “we are both Gearheads... but I am a Robotech fan and my brother Mark is a Macross fan.”
“Ouch!” Zenigata said and made a face. “I understand your trouble, that can really hurt.”
Both brothers grinned again.
“So we finally know how you could enter two strains of Handwavium that similar” Mizuki said, “I fear you will have to share the price, you entered the same strain twice.”
“But maybe we should focus a bit more about why I am here” Zenigata interrupted Mizuki. “We are looking for a vehicle, a waved large truck capable of long range flight. We know how large it was and we have a fragment of it waved with the handwavium strain you seem to own.”
“A truck you say? We have sold a few waved trucks over the year.” Mark answered thoughtful. “We import them on demand through a friend on Earth and wave them, it helps to make enough money to pay for our work here.”
“Good... we are looking for a truck with at least this dimensions for cargo” Zenigata continued and showed them a diagram, “which most likely used this loops to fix the cargo to the floor.”
“The birthday present?” The two brothers looked at each other for some time and nodded. “Yes, thats it.”
“As I said before, we have not waved that many trucks since we arrived on Mars. Only one of them was as large as the one you describe.” Mark said, “We got a contract from someone from the US, he wanted a waved truck for a friend. Was exported back to Earth over Luna a few months ago.”
“Are you sure about this,” Zenigata asked, “do you have met your business partner?”
“No, we have not... but it was an US email address, and the bank was coming from a US bank account!” Mark said defensively. “I hope his friend did not wrecked something important in Japan with the truck.”
“Thats not your concern at the moment” Zenigata pushed forward, “but we need everything you still know about the truck. Photos, plans, color, engine... everything could help!”
“I think we should call up the local Patrol office to confirm there is an investigation” Ronald interrupted Mark. “I am sorry Mr., but you are out of your jurisdiction and I would like to confirm your story.”
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“Are you sure they are living in the same flat?” Mizuki asked.
“Yes, the Space Patrol officer for Marsbase Sara was sure about this.” Zenigata said and nodded. “It might spare us a lot of time being able to talk with both of them simultaneously.”
“I wonder if they are related to each other” Mizuki mused, “they look quite similar. Ahh, here we are!”
Zenigata knocked at the door. A few moments later the door was opened from the inside by a man.
“Yes, what can I do for you?” the man asked and looked at Zenigata and then at Mizuki. Suddenly he began to grin. “Wait, you are the one from Catgirl Industries who announced the competition a few days ago, right?”
Mizuki nodded with a smile.
“Yes... YES... YEEEEES!” he shouted and looked over his shoulder. “Did you hear it, I won! Now I will easily beat you!”
Zenigata waited a moment until the man calmed down.
“So you are Mr. Mark Thompson?” Zenigata finally asked. “We would like to talk with you.”
Mark Thompson instantly cooled down a bit. “And who are you?”
“This is Ms. Mizuki from Catgirl Industries” Zenigata replied, “and I am Ichikawa Zenigata from the Japanese National Police Agency, currently working together with Space Patrol... and we need your help.”
“Japanese police?” Mark Thompson said surprised, “does this mean the whole competition was a fake? What do you want?”
“No, no... the competition is real, I promise!” Mizuki quickly said, “But we really would like to talk with you... and with a Mr. Ronald White.”
Mark stared at her for a moment.
“No... just tell me that was a joke... please... no...” he said, looking very unhappy. “My first moment of triumph and you tell me... tell me that I have to share it?”
Mizuki and Zenigata looked at each other, unsure what to reply to this.
Mark shrugged finally and waved them into his flat. “Just come in, I will call him and you can explain why you want to talk to us.”
He brought them into the small living room of the flat.
“Just sit down, I will be back in a moment” he said and vanished through another door. A moment later he came back with a similar looking man.
“Ronald, these are Ms. Mizuki from Catgirl Industries and Mr. Ichikawa Zenigata from the Japanese police” he introduced both of the visitors. “And this here is Ronald, my brother.”
“Maybe you can explain this” Zenigata said, “we were surprised both winners working at different places but living at the same address... but we had no clue you were related to each other.”
Both of them grinned.
“That is simple... we both changed our Surname when we moved to Mars a few years ago, we wanted to make it harder to connect us to our families back on Earth.” Mark explained. “And because we had a heated discussion at that time, we choose different names.”
“Heated discussion?” Zenigata asked.
“I hope you understand,” Ronald replied, “we are both Gearheads... but I am a Robotech fan and my brother Mark is a Macross fan.”
“Ouch!” Zenigata said and made a face. “I understand your trouble, that can really hurt.”
Both brothers grinned again.
“So we finally know how you could enter two strains of Handwavium that similar” Mizuki said, “I fear you will have to share the price, you entered the same strain twice.”
“But maybe we should focus a bit more about why I am here” Zenigata interrupted Mizuki. “We are looking for a vehicle, a waved large truck capable of long range flight. We know how large it was and we have a fragment of it waved with the handwavium strain you seem to own.”
“A truck you say? We have sold a few waved trucks over the year.” Mark answered thoughtful. “We import them on demand through a friend on Earth and wave them, it helps to make enough money to pay for our work here.”
“Good... we are looking for a truck with at least this dimensions for cargo” Zenigata continued and showed them a diagram, “which most likely used this loops to fix the cargo to the floor.”
“The birthday present?” The two brothers looked at each other for some time and nodded. “Yes, thats it.”
“As I said before, we have not waved that many trucks since we arrived on Mars. Only one of them was as large as the one you describe.” Mark said, “We got a contract from someone from the US, he wanted a waved truck for a friend. Was exported back to Earth over Luna a few months ago.”
“Are you sure about this,” Zenigata asked, “do you have met your business partner?”
“No, we have not... but it was an US email address, and the bank was coming from a US bank account!” Mark said defensively. “I hope his friend did not wrecked something important in Japan with the truck.”
“Thats not your concern at the moment” Zenigata pushed forward, “but we need everything you still know about the truck. Photos, plans, color, engine... everything could help!”
“I think we should call up the local Patrol office to confirm there is an investigation” Ronald interrupted Mark. “I am sorry Mr., but you are out of your jurisdiction and I would like to confirm your story.”