Max closed his eyes and inhaled. Fish. Of course the goddamn station smelled like fish. He took another breath. There was a hint of desperation in the air. The detective opened his eyes again, sighing. The only thing he had learned so far was that "desperate fish" described an actual, real smell, and that it was the smell of Gorth Station. The scent might have seemed noteworthy to a lesser investigator, but Max was an experienced public servant, and his years working for the Government of Canada had inured him to the omnipresent stink of desperation. Not to mention fishy business. Speaking of which, he still didn't have any new leads on the abductions. He sighed again and looked around for something resembling a bar.
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