Dr. Gambler and the Spear of Life

My name is Gambler, Dr. Gambler. I may be a teacher, but I have danced with danger, raced death, and have certainly had my fair share of adventures. But, my story begins two years ago, in the heat of the summer.

The phone rang, sounding out clear in the dead silence of my study. "Hello," I said, picking up the phone.

"We have a mission for you," The gruff voice belonged to none other than Wildcard from PIS (Pony Investigation Services). Why is he calling me? I thought to myself.

"Hey Wildcard. So, what am I looking for? A coin? A pot? How 'bout a Gold Tooth; those are always fun to talk about at lunch." I joked.

"How do you feel about a spear?" He answered.

This sobered me immediately. "Don't joke about that," I deadpanned.

"I assure you, I am not joking. You will be looking for the Spear of Life." He told me in a serious tone that intimidated me.

"I-I gotta go," I said shakily, hanging up the phone. "I can't believe it, I thought it was just a myth. Well, if it is real then I can't pass this up. But I'm gonna need some help." I grabbed my pistol, hat, and scarf. I reached back over to my phone and punched in a number, "James?"

"Hey Gambler, what do you need?" He answered.

"A plane to Manehatten," I told him.

"Okay. That will be about 50 bits," He replied.

"Alright, when is it?" I said.

"The earliest flight is 15 minutes, so, I would hurry up if I were you," He answered.

"Thanks James," I then hung up and headed out to the airport.