Dammit McClanaghan: Rogue Cop: Episode 17: The Case of the Ultimate Orphan Fighting League or Let it snow, let it snow, let it snow... blow Pt. 1

____It was a cold day in August. It was cold because of revenge. Because revenge is best served cold. But it might have been the air conditioning. Dammit McClanaghan shivered lightly as he psyched himself up for what he was about to do. The rumors had been swirling for months that the nefarious crime boss Mufasa was putting together an Ultimate Orphan Fighting League. An operation of such epic proportions made the closed office door that stood before him an imposing barrier, saying, “Yeah, good luck with that.” A smack talking door was the least of Dammit’s worries however, as he had a drug dealing, freewheeling, candy stealing… He had some revenge to get.

____“Okay boys. Mufasa’s on the other side of this door. The front desk lady said so, and she seems like a nice person.” Suddenly, there was a courteous ‘ahem’ from down the hall.
____“Sir?” The nice lady from the front desk poked her head into the hallway and called over to Dammit, who, despite speaking as if he were leading a task force, was quite alone. He was a rogue cop after all. The questionably nice lady continued. “While I did say that Mr. Mufasa is in his office, he’s currently not taking any visitors.”
____“That’s fine. Because visiting hours are over.” Dammit ignored the formerly nice lady who now sported a look of confusion, and kicked in the door. “Hey Mufa-” But the door rebounded and slammed shut, the small bronze placard falling to the floor with a clatter. His entrance ruined, he knocked briskly and entered the office of his arch nemesis.
____“Ah, Officer McClanaghan.” the words issued forth slimily as he spoke, like a corrupt insurance adjuster “What an explosive entrance you have.”
____“Hello Mufasa. What a terrible accent you have.”
____“Thank you. I’ve been taking stereotypical villain elocution lessons at the learning annex three times a week.”
____“Really? How’s that been going?”

____The two mortal enemies traded vicious barbs as each searched for a weakness that could be exploited. Their minds like steel traps caught in a knife fight, and neither had thought to bring a gun. While the opportunities offered by the learning annex were fascinating, it was only a distraction. Dammit had come to expose the wicked plot that Mufasa was cooking up, and not even polite conversation could stall him forever.

____“That’s enough Mufasa! Where are the orphans for your Ultimate Orphan Fighting League?!”
____“How would I know, this isn’t a lost and found.”
____“He had me there.”
____“I had you what?”
____“Be quiet, I’m monologuing.” Dammit regained his composure, and continued. “Mufasa had me there. He’d never dabbled in Orphanry before, and it seemed unlikely that he would start now.”
____“Because I haven’t, Officer McClanaghan.” Mufasa made an outward, sweeping gesture with his arms, inviting Dammit to look around. “As you can see, I don’t have any orphans in my office.”

____Dammit couldn’t argue that point, as there were indeed no orphans to be seen amidst all of the men dressed in clean room suits and respirators tending to massive piles of white powder. Dammit wasn’t quite sure what it was that he was looking at, but it looked oddly familiar. He stepped forward to the thick glass wall and scanned the room intently. Mufasa had apparently lost interest in his presence, as he was now shuffling through the rolodex on his desk.