Arthur

"Campbell!"

A young detective quickly shot back into reality and quickly rose to his feet. "S-Sorry sir!" He hurried to say, his voice more high pitched than usual due to the startling. The gray bearded and bald headed man before him sighed, he could hear a few chuckles from his fellow comrades. "Allow me to repeat that for ya, CAMPBELL." He said his name as if it's a cuss word, in that strong Scottish accent of his. "We managed to track down a relative of Wansch's." He poked the younger man's chest with the cue that was used for pointing out locations on the map of Europe up until now, and was responded with an awkward wide smile. After grumbling a few juicy swear words, he continued. "You, Arthur Campbell JUNIOR, Are to interrogate that relative." He put the cue away. "This is yer first big mission, kid. Don't disappoint me like yer father did, will ya?"

Arthur grumbled to himself as he exited the building, hands in his pockets. His shoes left steps on the thin cover of snow that coated the stairs down. He yanked a pack of cigarettes out of his pocket and opened it with his thumb before placing the last cigarette between his lips, lit it with a lighter, and exhaled a cloud of gray smoke. Jesus, he needed to go all the way to Netherlands to... what, threaten some old man? This is bullshit.