World Quest: 1, Major Cases 1/5 World Quest: 2, Ordinary Cases 46/50
"Listen, buddy, working with you had been a real pleasure. In less than a week, I solved more than twenty cases. That kind of efficiency was unmatched."
Russell patted Pierre on the shoulder. The latter sat at his computer desk writing reports, surrounded by a row of canned coffee, his eyes vacant. "You're the only one enjoying this. I'm about to lose my mind."
"Normal. A lot of people say that."
Russell nodded in agreement. Other than Deadpool, everyone else felt more or less uncomfortable—physically and mentally.
Supergirl had it the worst. She had practically split apart.
"What?"
"I meant, we worked so well together. Why didn't we team up as partners?"
Russell made a reasonable suggestion. He could put his elite detective skills to use, while Pierre could show off his talent for writing reports. Peace in their precinct was just around the corner.
"Because I don't want to die, end up in intensive care, or lose an arm or a leg and spend the rest of my life in the archives."
As Pierre spoke, his eyes blurred with tears. A grown man started sobbing. "I don't want to sit in an office. I want to work cases, carry out missions on the front line."
"Then let's do it together?"
"Forget I said anything!"
"All right, stop complaining. I'll introduce you to a few more girls tonight. Blondes." Russell comforted the increasingly irritable Pierre with a few sweet promises.
"Russell, there's something strange about the girls you introduce me to."
Pierre frowned. "I remember having a great chat with a girl last night, and then... you know."
"I don't, really. Please describe it in detail. Preferably in writing."
"I can't. Every time I try