>>32634770>Finding Ace Thruster proved to be difficult. I had to walk the whole way because my Oldsmobile was at the shop again. >While walking past the Sugarcube Corner, I had a strange gut feeling about the place. >Ace Thruster was not the one to crave sugary treats, but if he was to go out on a date with a pink-haired heartthrob like the one I met earlier...>I did an about-face and strut into the confectionary joint. Out of the corner of my eye, I spotted the unmistakeably handsome BOI agent chatting up a girl. >She was either Lemon Chest or Sour Sweat, I wasn't sure what was what anymore. >Everyone was playing their own angle, and the only person I could trust was dating a fruity named girl whose hair color was up for debate. Things were getting very, very, very dangerous. >I glided over to the table they were sitting in, trying to remain as inconspicuous as possible by ignoring questioning looks from the wait staff.
"Ace Thruster," I began as I sat next to him. The girl looked startled, but Ace and I kept our cool. That's why BOI is the coolest intelligence agency. >"Coffee Klatch," he replied, not even flinching an eyebrow. "Something urgent?"
"It's about Lemon Sour," I began, lowering my voice to a conspiratorial hush. "A little birdie just told me that her hair is supposed to be pink.">"Sour Spot. Her name is Sour Spot," Ace corrected me. >"Uh, excuse me? I'm Lemon Zest," interrupted Ace's date.>Ace held up a hand, signaling Limon Chest to keep quiet. "And who told you this?"
"An informant I met this afternoon. Very observant. A smokin' hot babe.">"Nice!">Ace nodded approvingly. We bumped fists like total bros, and that's why BOI is the best intelligence agency.