Constantyne

…and that’s the story of Thompson’s and my time at the Gazette. We left shortly after Iliad gave us the slip, and set up shop in those offices Thompson had scouted. It was tough going to begin with, but goddamnit we worked hard, and, in time, the Seldonan Stakeout became one of New Glabe’s leading investigative journals.

We never did see Iliad again. Neither of us had the heart to use that desk he wanted. Hurt us too badly. Even now I sometimes think I see his shadow in the corner of the office late at night, but my mind ain’t what it used to be, so I pay it no heed. But I gotta ask you, kid, that you do not disturb the desk. It’ll cause you no trouble – it seems to dust itself – and it’s important to Thompson that it stays how it is.

I send you these letters in the hopes that you don’t make the same mistakes we did back in the day. Never let money get in the way of good old fashioned journalism, hold your friends close, don’t let your fears tie you down, and never, ever forget that stuffed bears cannot be trusted.

I’ve added a few things to these papers from that time – some clippings, a couple photos, and my favourite: one of Elodie, Iliad, Thompson and I, just as we were planning the Stakeout. We were so young then – sometimes I look at that photo just to relive those good times.

I wish I could keep running this damn newspaper for the rest of my days, but I’m getting old, kid, and it’s time the Stakeout got some fresh new life in its veins. Thompson and I went out of fashion decades ago, and hell do we need a rest. When I see you kids work, it reminds me of the good old days: Thompson and I on a new lead for the Stakeout; high speed chases; teaming up with Elodie or The Captain for old time’s sake; heading on a mission with Goose Guy. I’ve lived one hell of a life, and it’s time for me to retire and let you kids live yours.

Say hi to Elodie for me – she may be getting old, but her mind is as sharp as ever – helped us out of a few tight spots over the years. You’ll find the old jazz tapes Thompson and I listened to in my desk drawer, I hope they serve your stakeouts as well as they did ours. My typewriter is yours, if you want it, and I’ve left the key to the office under the goose mask. You know where to find me if you need me.

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Good luck, kid. I’m rooting for you.

- Constantyne, 1st November 2065

– written by Phoenix