by Chewy Walrus
Elitum Protection Squad Headquarters, southside of Chicago, the baddest part of town:
Chewy led the jittery PPM through the metal innards of Chicago's best kept secret. He shoved people and scientists out of his way, having no regard for what they were doing.
He was on a mission. Talk to the Shark.
Shark didn't even look up as his office door was flung open with a loud bang. He'd grown accustomed to Chewy's rude entries in the past and now paid them no heed.
"We need to talk!" the Walrus demanded, shoving his rear-end into a seat and pushing the PPM into another one.
"Just a moment," the Shark's crisp British accent pierced Chewy's ears as the large man set down his pen and focused his attention on his best operative. "A problem, Agent Walrus?"
"Yeah," Chewy said, jutting a gloved thumb in the global leader's direction. "This client of ours just about got me killed."
"How so?" Shark asked, looking confused at the PPM.
"Some chip he's got..." Chewy made a face and swirled his hand around in the air. "Won't let me even see the thing."
"Mr. Tremel, I must ask you to disclose any hidden information," Shark began. "Your request was for a bodyguard alone, not a protector for this chip of yours."
Fausk glowered a bit before standing up and leaving the room in a huff. Chewy turned to his boss and shot him a harsh glance.
"Well, Agent Walrus, what did you expect to happen? You know these world leader types. Very secretive and manipulative."
"Well, Shark, that ain't all..."
"There's more?"
"Apparently, there's this 'terrorist' on our tail," Chewy leaned forward, whispering. "Name's Rhyme Guardian, a.k.a. Dan O'Boyle or somethin' like that. Anyway, he's this huge powered guy and he wants that chip fer somethin'."
"What for?"
"I dunno. Called the PPM a 'traitorous scum' and said he could track me anywhere in the world."
Shark reached out and looked through the file that Chewy had recieved from Fausk. He looked up and nodded his big head. "I'll get any more information that I can."
"Appreciated, my aquatic friend."
"Knock that off, will you?" Shark said as Chewy exited. "I'm not a real shark, you know."
"Whatever," Chewy said, going through the doorway.
As Shark settled back in, Chewy stuck his head through the door.
"Jaws."
Shark frowned as Chewy left and allowed his head to catch up with his neck.