The surroundings within this hideaway for the tragically hip
suddenly assemble an eerie familiarity. I am confronted with
the feehng that I have been here before. Was it a nightmare
I hoped to forget? Was it my previous life? I know that styles
change as frequently as the setting sun in this digital age.
Perhaps it was with my previous partner? Then it hits me...
Some time ago, when I was a rookie like Dingbat, ISO sent my
then partner, whom I will call “Qwerty,” undercover to
investigate the actions of a group of rogue characters involved
in an anti-capitalization ring. This gang of characters believed
that there was no room in this world for capital letters and
set out on a path of fervent destruction.
Like me, my partner was a perfectionist and a utilitarian at
heart. Nothing could bend his stroke. I understand the
sacrifices one must make to go under cover, but Qwerty was
right for the job. Then, deep into the investigation, something
happened. Many say he simply succumbed to the pressure of
this line of investigative work. I believe he got too close to
the job and saw too many details to keep in order.