Helmut Saves the World
by Matt Sheehan
My name is Helmut Haase and I’m one half of the Fog City Detective
Agency—specifically, the half that pays all the bills. My partner, Shamus O’Sheehan,
mostly drinks beer and naps. I keep him around because he’s my friend, but also because
he’s a Druid. I’m just a detective, and there are plenty of those in Wudong, the
Confederacy of Hesperia. There’s not another Druid for miles. We had it pretty good
until the day we met Alek Pallas. He hired us to track down a thieving employee, and
even though something was off, his big fat check was too much to pass up. But the man we
found wasn’t what we were led to believe, and neither was Alek. I’m talking
shape-shifters, fallen angels and a conspiracy involving the vicious Cretan Empire. At
least we didn’t die. Hope that doesn’t ruin the story. Why am I telling you all this?
Someday I’d like some credit for saving the world. Maybe not the entire world, and maybe
not alone, but I still deserve a medal. And perhaps a cash prize.
Agency—specifically, the half that pays all the bills. My partner, Shamus O’Sheehan,
mostly drinks beer and naps. I keep him around because he’s my friend, but also because
he’s a Druid. I’m just a detective, and there are plenty of those in Wudong, the
Confederacy of Hesperia. There’s not another Druid for miles. We had it pretty good
until the day we met Alek Pallas. He hired us to track down a thieving employee, and
even though something was off, his big fat check was too much to pass up. But the man we
found wasn’t what we were led to believe, and neither was Alek. I’m talking
shape-shifters, fallen angels and a conspiracy involving the vicious Cretan Empire. At
least we didn’t die. Hope that doesn’t ruin the story. Why am I telling you all this?
Someday I’d like some credit for saving the world. Maybe not the entire world, and maybe
not alone, but I still deserve a medal. And perhaps a cash prize.