Sitting back in the office, Barci continued his search for his brother. It seemed fruitless. The press had breifly mentioned the capture of a mysterious chicken, but the pictures were hazy, it could have been anyone. He did find out however that his brother was in the "recreational pharmaceutical" trade.
This caused Barci, as it would any upstanding citizen, some concern. He lost a few nights sleep wondering if he should continue the search, but realised that he must. His brother, whatever he was, was family. The rumours might be wrong. They might be right, but the appearance of a long lost brother may prompt him to turn from the dark side, or at least throw a really wild party, and things had been quiet for a while. Though there was a good party coming up in August.
While wondering how to track down a drug dealer, Barci realised that where ludicrous amounts of money were being spent, drugs were likely to be involved. He didn't need to look very far to find somewhere where that was happening, so off he went to Prague.
Unfortunately, Barci, in his haste to find his brother, neglected to find out exactly where the site for this building which was costing so much was. Of course he only realised this when he arrived there. Bit of a bugger really.
Still, he was a resourceful chap, head to the highest point in the city and have a look for a big hole, or cloud of funny smelling smoke.
Nothing to be seen there, so he headed down to the center, where he had been told that a chicken breifly appears from inside a giant clock in the middle of the square every hour. It sounded like the sort of thing that his brother would do, so he decided to check it out. The chicken did appear, but there wasn't any resemblance, and he wasn't particularly talkative.
Despondent, Barci wandered on.
Suddenly, he saw a sign!
He shot inside faster than you can remember who the "L" was (chickens and large glass doors are not mutually compatible).
The staff there were of course very helpful, and even offered to deliver him there. After ascertaining that this did not involve being sealed in a bright yellow plastic bag, Barci took them up on the offer.
When he got there he was ecstatic. "How could someone spend so much money on a hole in the ground? They must be on drugs!"
"Uh, Barci, that building over there is what they have been paying for."
"Oh. It still doesn't look that impressive, are you sure that they are not whacked?"
"No, but I don't think your brother is doing the selling."
"Oh well, worth a crack though." I suppose I should head back home then.