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Where is Our Flag? At the 1997 National's tournament in Sarasota, FL, Safari's flag was stolen. Since then our friend, Investigator X has been on a mad quest to return the flag for us. Follow his pursuit below... Durham, NCNovember 19, 1997 Dear Beth, Let me introduce myself. I am a private investigator who happened to hear about the plight of the Safari ultimate team's flag though the grapevine. After hearing about the hard work that went into making it, I decided that I could not rest until I personally saw to it that the flag was returned to its rightful owners. So I am currently spending every waking moment in pursuite of the Safari flag. I almost recovered it last week when my investigation pointed to Ring of Fire and lead me to the campus of Duke University in Durham, NC. One of the thieves saw me coming and waggled the flag (see photograph) as I approached. Unfortunately, just as I was running across the street to nab the flag, I was hit by a car and knocked out. When I came to in the dirt next to the road, the flag was nowhere to be seen. Don't worry about me, it'll take more than a Chevy to stop yours truly. Broken bones heal. Hopefully you will hear from me soon with better news to report. Sincerely, Investigator X Washington DCDecember 11, 1997 Dear Beth, Invesigator X here again. After recovering from my injuries at Duke (I'll walk with a limp for the rest of my life) I received a tip that some of the Anadyne guys had the Safari flag up in DC. So I rushed to our nation's capital and began scouring the city for the flag. As luck would have it, I was taking a break at the mall with the Capital building in the background when I turned and there it was. Somebody was waggling the Safari flag at me. I quickly snapped a picture (which I've enclosed) and started chasing the guy. I was gaining on him when a big Rotweiler came out of nowhere and mauled me. Apparently the beast was excited by the chase and it took off after me. That damn dog used me like a chew toy before his owner could get him off. I was rushed to the hospital and obviously survived since I'm writing to you now. It's nothing really, just a few hundred stitched and another broken arm. I'm as determined as ever to return to the search as soon as I can. Hopefully I'll have better news next time. Your humble servant, Investigator X Tepoztlan, MexicoFebruary 7, 1998 Dear Beth, Investigator X is back on the job. This time I got a tip that the Safari flag had been taken south of the border and sold to some Mexican peasants. I rushed down there and ended up in Tepoztlan which is southwest of Mexico City. I finally located the flag in the hands of some Pakistani tourist who had just made a peasnat boy very happy with her purchase. I've enclosed a picture of the proud tourist. Just as I was reaching for my wallet to attempt to buy the flag from her, gunfire broke out. It seems I was caught in the middle of a gang battle. Before I knew it, bullets were flying everywhere. The air was filled with the booming of automatic gunfire. There was so much confusion I hardly realized it as my body was riddled with bullets. I took one to the shoulder and one to my gut before I hit the ground and passed out. I woke up in a hospital in Mexico City where I am writing to you now. I'm not sure what happened to the flag, but I swear to God I'll track it down again as soon as I'm up and around. Your faithful servant, Investigator X Mumbai, IndiaAugust 7, 1998 Dear Beth, First of all, let me apologize for taking so long to write to you again. After my last run-in with Mexican gangs, I ended up in the hospital for longer than I expected. It turns out that my wounds became infected and I slipped into a coma. I didn't regain consciousness for over 4 months. But enough about me. Once I got back on my feet, I received word that the Safari flag was sighted in Mumbai, India (us Americans usually refer to it as Bombay). So I got on the next flight over there and began scouring the streets for the flag. I finally found some homeless person using it for a blanket (I got him to hold it up as I took a picture). It was no problem convincing him to give it up once I flashed a nice crisp US ten dollar bill in front of him. Those foreigners go nuts for real money. It was a very small price to pay after all I've been through. So, with the flag safely packed in my luggage, I got on the plane back to the states. Once my plane landed I went to wait for my luggage at baggage claim. I waited and waited, but it never came. So I went to the airline desk to complain, and frankly, they were less than helpful. They said they didn't know where my luggage was and that I should know that baggage claim is always a crap shoot. So I get into a big argument with this gorilla of a guy who is in charge of lost luggage. Before I know it he sucker punches me and bashes half my teeth in. A lawsuit is pending, but I never did get my luggage back. So the flag is still out there somewhere. And I will find it. Your faithful servant, Investigator X
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