You walk through the doorway into the office and see a man. A beautiful man. Well, that's debatable, it really depends on what your type is. The reason you think he is beautiful is more because of the time period and the way he is dressed. You seemed to have stumbled upon... New York, 1920's? He is sitting, his booted feet propped up on the large, oak desk. A trench coat is draped over the back of his chair, a fedora rests on his head, and a cigar is clamped between his teeth. He looks at you, adjusting his striped waistcoat.
"Physics kid, that's where it's at. That's where the world is going," he says between his cigar.
"Yes, Sir," you respond, scared stiff of the 1920's detective man.
Someone knocks on the glass door behind you and a man sticks his head in the office.
"Sir, there's an emergency. Looks like Carter's stuck again."
The detective stands up and strides toward the door. He walks out then comes back and looks at you.
"Well, are you coming, kid?"
What do you do?
A. Go with him to the crime scene [Click here]
B. Stay in the office [Click here]
A. Oswald
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