Johannes Leistner

He is a Special Agent with a special mission. Nobody knows exactly for whom he works for. Some say it is a government, some say he works only for one client with the queer abbreviation "WW".

Nevertheless, Skinner is a tough guy who can smell a smoking gun 10 miles against the wind and can break ones neck like a straw.

But he’s got a weak spot too. He enjoys the stories about Philip Marlowe and also wants to be like that wisecracking, hard drinking and tough private eye, Marlowe is. Unfortunately that works not always well and Skinner has to realize that Raymond Chandler just wrote novels, which have nothing to do with the reality of special agents in the year two-thousand-something.

Let’s see how Skinner develops, let’s join his missions…

	J. D. Skinner in Paris Oh man, he really hated Paris – especially these bloody “snail eaters”. But he couldn’t help it, he had to deliver that package. Arc de Triomphe they said on the phone should be the perfect place for the handover, lots of tourists and a breathtaking view on the city. He didn’t give a fuck about the view – where was the contact person? All he knew was that he will be dressed up like a Tourist: carrying a video camera, a bag with beer cans and dressed up like a freak.
	Where is that freak? Special Agent Skinner became nervous more and more. So far nobody had unveiled himself as his French contact Person, though there were heaps of bloody tourist every where…
	The fake tourist Finally the French dude appeared. They were right at the office, Skinner thought, this guy was a freak, pretending to be a tourist. Nowadays they really hire everybody, he sighed. Ok, it was time to deliver this package and fulfill his mission…
	Mr. Brown Special Agent J.D. Skinner was sick of Paris already, so it was a good coincidence that this trace lead to Hamburg, Germany! He had been there before and knew about the Gomorrah-like situation. An explosive mixture of car profiteer gangs from eastern Europe, real estate tycoons and rivaling red light district pushers gave Hamburg the dubious reputation of the "Bronx of Germany". All Skinner knew by now: find Mr. Brown and bring light into the car-profiteer-scene! He got a photo showing Mr. Brown and a note saying this: - worked 10 years as a pimp - entered the real estate business (successfully) - suspected of importing stolen American cars - connection to drug mafia likely - DANGEROUS!
	A dark cellar Skinner took a deep sip from his pocket flask (filled with bourbon of course) and moaned wearily. The trace was clear as mud. Somebody must have betrayed him, this shithole did look like Mr. Brown’s headquarter. The smell was terrible and Skinner decided to leave the scene . He stuck back his gun into the holster when he heard voices from outside. Three people where discussing something in anger, car doors slammed and an engine started… J. D. Skinner jumped forward and ran for the exit – he had to see what was going on outside!
	The pink caddy He could hear an engine howling and tires squeaking while he was running up stairs. "Will I get a look at Mr. Brown?" he thought by himself, gasping like an old bellow. "This would be a perfect opportunity to take him to task!" Skinner flounced out of the house, with his gun ready in his hands – but all he saw were three members of the Brown’s Gang making fun of him. Speeding with an old Cadillac, ridiculously painted in pink! Now he knew that they had tricked him – no smoking gun, this place was nothing more than a dump with him as the biggest asshole. He should be more careful in the future, this Mr. Brown seemed to be really a nasty piece of work…

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