He decided to tackle one of those old problems.
He got out his trusty ol' cellphone and called an old friend.
"Hello?" a voice said.
"Oi, Oregon, s'me, Pensy." Fang responded.
"Pensy! heard you got locked up in an insane asylum."
"Well, yeah, but they...er, let me off quicker than expected."
"That's good. Hey, while you're on the phone, mind doing an old favor for an old friend?""No that's just why I'm calling, I want to join the C.P. division again."
"Well, see, we branched off a while ago. Del's our boss now, calls it the Delaware Agency."
"Ambitious old Del. Can I still join?"
"Sure, come by the old warehouse, a limousine will pick you up."
"Thanks. wait, where is the complex now?"
"You'll see." He said, and hanged up.
Fang went towards the warehouse.