Broken City - Pumpkin Sheepshanks

"Fuck fuck i'm late" said Charlie to the stuffy room as he walk's through on his way to his office. Forty year olds with rolled up shirtsleeves and coffee cups resting on their fat round bellys squinted through seventies detectives glasses at the young buffoon as he scuttled to his desk. In big red letters the word's "Broken City" were scrawled in messy hand writing, and several spider legs with words attached sprang out of it. The was a map pinned to the board with a pin coming out of every major city in the world. Two minature mathmaticians pondered over it trying to figure out the city in question. Lay lines were being drawn out from a place called Temple near London. a man with a black robe and a compass in his hand walks past in the background and someone mutters "what a terrible intern".
"yeah, well his the best we got" shouted the positive one of the group.
The rest said nothing as they were all on anti-depressants. They stopped caring before the drugs even kicked in. Charlie re-emerged to question hyphens, and everyone perked up.