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The Troubling Spy
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Vulkie3
Vulkie3
Haynes

Aug-20-2011 06:34

While Vulkie was walking up a stairwell from a warehouse, she heard a mouse crawling under it. She slowly put her hand in her pocket and felt the cold iron of her trusted Colt, which had belonged originally to her father, but had been passed on to her when he died. Vulkie took the Colt .38 out of her pocket and aimed it at the door she was facing, when she reached the top of the stairwell. She took one glance downstairs, to make sure nobody had followed her.

"This is it... no turning around anymore," Vulkie murmered, while she held her other hand on the doorknob and twisted it around. As she carefully entered the room, her heels clicked on the wooden floor. "There goes my secret entrance," Vulkie thought.

At the first glance, the room seemed empty. A small chest was placed against the left corner of the room, a desk and a leather chair were in the middle of the room. A window to her right, full of dirty dust and a telephone on the desk. As she walked towards the desk, the telephone began to ring. She looked carefully around, making sure nobody was in the room, shut the door, and quickly paced towards the telephone, picking it up by the time it had rang four times.

"So... I'm at your office. And now what?" Vulkie said to the other person on the line. "......." Only silence remained for a few moments, and then a voice told her what was going to happen now that she was in there. "Turn the chair around, slowly..." a voice said. Vulkie placed the phone on the desk, and extended her arm over the desk, to reach the chair and turn it around. The next thing she saw was horrifying. A man in a sharp three piece suit, his face all scarred, with a missing lower jaw!

Vulkie once more picked the phone up, only to hear, "You are now going to pay the consequences, my dear Miss Nouson. You have five seconds left, to leave this room. I hope you die peacefully." The person on the other line hung up.

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Vulkie3
Vulkie3
Haynes

Sep-5-2011 21:07

“Wait, can you repeat that?” Vulkie asked to Marc. “It seems you’ve arrested someone not too long ago and put that person away for life. You testified against this person, and the judge eventually found that person guilty.” Marc said. “It’s all in a file I’ve read at the Hall of Records. It was dated a few days after Poland was taken…” Marc added.

“Let me remember…. Oh, yes. It was a certain person who had mob connections. But what you say, about your theory he is a Mr. Schinkkopf, I’m not so sure of that. I thought his name was Ludovich, George Ludovich. But it could be he is related with that S. Schinkkopf. Which reminds me, did you found out her first name?” Vulkie asked. “You’re never gonna believe this…” Marc said, “It seems that this Simone, that’s her first name by the way, Schinkkopf was selling government secrets to Germany, to advance their “Third Reich”, as they seem to call it.”

“My god…” Vulkie thought, “I’ve stumbled onto a hornet’s nest and now the consequences are mine…”. “Marc, you still there? Listen. I need you to escort me, right away, out of this hospital! I don’t care what the doctors say, I need to get out of this place, to a secure location. If this Schinkkopf lady has ties with them, you can bet I’ll be assassinated in no time if she’d like to. And she’s already had two days to plan a big event for me, because it’s been all over the newspapers.” Vulkie said, while she looked towards her door of the room. “Don’t worry. I’ll be there in 20 minutes max!” Marc said and he hung the receiver of the payphone up. Vulkie called a nurse in and asked for her jacket, which was hung up on a coat stand. She carefully felt in her pockets and was relieved that her trusted revolver was still in the pocket she had placed it before she was blasted away. She placed the gun under her bedcovers, just to be sure to have it in reach.

Vulkie3
Vulkie3
Haynes

Sep-5-2011 21:10

*** 15 minutes later ***

The clock in her room was ticking slowly, all that was there was silence. Suddenly, a person grabbed the doorknob and carefully twisted it around to open the door. Vulkie readied her revolver and aimed at the door…. but it was Marc that entered the room. “Thank god it’s you…” Vulkie said relieved, while looking at him. Marc had never seen Vulkie so scared. She was a tough cookie, a bit emotional on the side, but she could handle herself. But this affair… it seemed to have taken it’s toll on her.

“Let’s get you out of here, right away..” Marc said, while he grabbed a wheelchair and carefully placed Vulkie in it. As the duo reached the car, Marc opened the door. “You also got a new Buick?” Vulkie said, while she raised an eyebrow. “The company gave me some money, just in case. I also got some of my own. I err…. made some customizations to it. For instance, it has a better engine with a whole lot of more MPH. It also has bulletproof windows and a bulletproof body, to ensure no one can hurt us from the outside. And as a final piece, it has inflatable tires, which can ensure a safe getaway from our “eventual” shooters.” Marc said and gave a small smile.

(cont.)

Vulkie3
Vulkie3
Haynes

Sep-5-2011 21:11

“I wish I thought of all those things earlier. The insurance company won’t reimburse me sometimes, and you know why that is…” Vulkie said, with a hint of sarcasm in her voice. She probably didn’t do it on purpose, but most cars ended up worse than her in the end. Marc got Vulkie into the car and locked it, just in case, while he brought the wheelchair back. From all of a sudden, a motorcycle passed by and a brick was thrown towards the car. It bounced away from the car, ending up at the driver’s side. As Marc returned, he noticed the brick and the small damage it had done. The brick had a note with it. Marc got into the car, gave the brick towards Vulkie and drove the car. As Vulkie read the letter, her hands trembled. “What? What’s in it?” Marc said, looking worried at her. Vulkie showed the letter to him, with the only words on it : “Death is inevitable” .

“So, what are we going to do now?” Marc asked Vulkie. The only thing that came out of her mouth was : “I don’t know Marc… I really don’t know”…

Vulkie3
Vulkie3
Haynes

Sep-24-2011 01:49

(Moderators, I have no idea what happened, someone has notified you about this "uninvited" person joining my story - do pm me about the situation. Cuz frankly, I didn't know this person had updated my story, and she isn't even involved in it - most of the RP-ers on the board PM me to ask if they can join my mystery...)

M. Lacrimosa
M. Lacrimosa
Thespian

Oct-4-2011 21:13

Marc was at a loss as well as Vulkie. In truth neither one of them knew what to do. Marc had connections all around the city, but then again, who didn't? He had hiding places. He could take her to one. But doing that would bring up the next question; how long would she be safe? People talk and word could travel fast. He decided against his better judgement and took Vulkie to a safe house in the city. He drove there. "Mario, I need a place for my friend here," Marc said introducing Vulkie to Mario. Mario was a bookie for the local street gang who was just starting to get their name out. Just because he was affiliated with the mob, did not mean that Mario wasn't a bad guy.

Marc knew it would take a lot more than money to make him talk. That would hold off who ever was looking for her for a short amount of time. Marc unlocked the door, and the two of them walked into the dark room.

"Well," Vulkie said, "it's not home, but-"

"It'll do just fine." Marc interrupted. Vulkie looked at him with a straight face and he let out a smile.

"I'll be back," Marc said. "Stay here. Don't open the window, dont' answer the door, and don't answer the phone."

"Where are you going?" Vulkie asked.

"Out." Marc said.

"Out where?" She asked, starting to protest.

"Don't worry about it," Marc snapped. He left. He knew, that Vulkie knew he was going to find Mr. Schinkkopf. He would get the answers he wanted even if he had to beat it out of him.

Vulkie3
Vulkie3
Haynes

Oct-28-2011 10:14

Waiting, blegh, one of the things that Vulkie hated. She didn't know what was going on on the outside, and that made her worried and make her walk circles in the small room she had. She took her time to look around the apartment, while she remembered the things that Marc had summed up : "Don't open the window, don't open the door, don't answer telephone".

She looked into a cupboard near the kitchen and found a bottle of scotch, which was almost empty. She took a glass from a cupboard, poured the last bit of scotch in it and sat at the table, staring out in front of her, pondering about things that had previously happened to her.

A yellow flash, the feeling of being blasted away and unconsciousness. It made her stomach turn, but though she didn't feel that well, she drank the scotch, which left a bitter taste in her throat. A burning, bitter taste.

"Urgh... I'm getting old, that's for sure.." Vulkie murmered, while she heard the phone ring.

"Unusual... the phone is ringing, but no one knows I'm here. Well, I'll remember what Marc said. Don't answer it.." Vulkie thought.

The phone kept ringing and ringing, over 25 times. Vulkie decided to pick up the phone and heard what the other person had to say.

The words that she heard made her drop the phone and back off from it. "No.. that... that can't be... no one knows I'm here..." Vulkie thought, but from the receiver, a small laugh could be heard. Almost maniacal. That person knew that she was there.

And then, Vulkie remembered. The voice was the same as.... in the warehouse office where she was almost killed...

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