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Break in Case of Missing Detective
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Barry Grant
Old Shoe
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Jan-20-2007 21:03
The New York Times
All the news that's fit to print
by Breit Katherine Pfeiffer Adams
NEW YORK (Reuters) - Police investigators believe they have discovered the whereabouts of missing detective, Barry Grant. Grant was reported missing three days about by a friend of his, Rebecca Franks. "I was supposed to meet him at Big Lucy's that night but he never showed."
Grant, Global Sleuth Syndicate Ambassador from Shanghai, had been working at the Blue Pagoda Agency on a Good Will mission at the time of his disappearance. "He was becoming a much relied upon detective." Lady jasNmushu, a Director at Blue Pagoda Agency, said of the missing detective.
Police have reason to believe that Grant was abducted by operatives from HYDRA while on his way to Big Lucy's. "I was meeting him at the corner of Eleventh Avenue and 42nd Street that night." recounted a teary-eyed divorcee Mrs. Franks. "He never showed."
Chief Inspector James Mulligan was able to determine the last place Grant was seen. "Cyrus Tibby recalls serving Mr. Grant a Tom Collins around 7 pm that night. After that, Mr. Grant left the premises and that was the last anyone had seen of him."
This reporter secured an interview with the elusive Larry the Toe. "I don't know anything about that." was his response to all my questions.
There was a break in the investigation when a shady character finally stepped forward to reveal he saw a tall man with a hat being forced into a car. This shady character, who prefers to remain anonymous, was unable to make out the license plate number but he recognized the car and the man doing the abducting. "I've seen that happen before. Same guy. Same car."
Policed will not disclose any more details for fear it could put Mr. Grant's life in jeopardy. Chief Inspector Mulligan's final word: "We don't want to lose any more detectives to that fiendish group."
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Violet Parr
Thespian
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Feb-2-2007 11:54
The door sharply swung open. Barry turned quickly, consciously and defensively towards the strong sound of the door slamming against the hospital room wall.
A nervous, confused young woman stood there puzzled, her hand up in the air as if she was about to knock the door. Huge dark sunglasses were covering the majority of her face, and a violet scarf held her long dark hair back behind her shoulders.
Confused, Barry silently looked at her. She nervously looked at him. Finally, she decided to speak break the nervous silence. "Well, you have to admit that it was quite a memorable mesmerising entrance."
Barry, still mentally drained, physically tired, and somewhat confused, uttered three single words: "Who are you?"
"Oh how utterly absurd this must seem to you! I am sorry Mr. Grant, though we have casually met once or twice before, we have never been properly introduced to each other. I am Miss Violet Parr... I sent you these African Violets... I see they are not so violet anymore!"
Barry shot a glance at the dying flowers on the largest table in the room, and turned to Violet. "Miss Parr." He reached to tip his hat only to realize that he was not wearing one.
"It is okay." Violet spoke nervously. "We all have these rare moments... I assume you rarely ever venture anywhere without a hat... being the true gentleman that you are."
Barry smiled inquiringly.
Violet glanced at her wrist watch, and quickly said. "Mr. Grant I do not wish that anyone knows of my visit to you. I am visiting you in this hospital out of a sense of duty and humanity. I realize that you are tangled in much trouble currently and..." she swallowed nervously. "Please do not misunderstand me, but I simply do not wish my name to be associated with yours publicly."
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Violet Parr
Thespian
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Feb-2-2007 11:55
Violet Parr tightened the violet scarf around her head, nodded politely and proceeded to leave the room. She stopped at the door and turned to Barry. "This visit must be a highly unusual one. I just felt that I must meet you in person and properly introduce myself... Please stay out of trouble... It will be so much easier to make friends and keep them that way.”
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Barry Grant
Old Shoe
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Feb-2-2007 12:14
Miss Parr left as quickly as she had arrived. Barry tried to regain his composure. After all, a strange woman just barged into his room, unaccompanied, and him in nothing but a hospital gown.
He called out, "Miss Parr, wait, I have so many questions. How do you know me? Have we met before? What trouble do you foresee? How did you get in here undetected?"
By this time, Miss Parr had already made her way 1/2 way down the hall outside Barry's room. He heard her stop for a moment probably contemplating whether or not she should risk going back and answering those questions.
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Breitkat
Pinball Amateur
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Feb-2-2007 12:39
Miss Parr made her way quickly down the corridor towards the elevator, only to find the hallway blocked halfway down by two incredibly broad-shouldered men in three-pieced suits wearing identically suspicious expressions. "I'm sorry, Miss," the taller of the two said mildly, "I'm afraid you'll need to come with us. You're in an unauthorized area, and you'll need to answer some questions. If you'll come this way, please..."
She found her arm being gently but firmly grasped by the shorter of the two security men, and then she was led away....
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Violet Parr
Thespian
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Feb-2-2007 13:30
Violet had to think quickly. She believed that she was right in deciding to ignore the shouts of Mr. Grant, though his questions were valid, and though his suspicious inquiries were not entirely unfounded.
She was not used to unauthorised physical contact, but she managed to keep her composure and stop herself from screaming as the broad-shouldered man grabbed her arm.
She had to think very quickly. She did not know if the security men were hospital security, men working for Mr. Grant or otherwise... In either case, she could not allow herself to be recognized publicly. Her image was immaculate... spotless... and she did not want a moment of impulse that drove her to visit Barry Grant to ruin an image she worked so hard to maintain.
She attempted to ask the short man who held her as they walked the hospital corridors a question. She was discreetly shushed. Violet Parr sensed danger and decided to act very swiftly.
"HOW RUDE!" the shout came from behind Miss Parr and the two men constraining her. As soon as the men turned, Violet neatly caught the shorter man's hand and flipped him through the air. She then firmly and decisively attacked the other man using the Judo techniques she studied as a young girl.
The disoriented men heard another shout coming from behind them. "STOP IT'S THE POLICE." By the time they were up on their feet, Violet Parr had disappeared.
It was as if she practically flew from the corridors.
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Violet Parr
Thespian
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Feb-2-2007 13:34
Violet Parr smiled to herself as she made her way away from the hospital, content with her efforts. As a young girl, Miss Parr took classes in ventriloquism. She had managed to throw her voice behind the men, and, quite successful, confuse and disorient them.
She, however, reviewed Barry Grants questions in her mind: "How do you know me? Have we met before? What trouble do you foresee? How did you get in here undetected?"
He could be spared this unnecessary knowledge. The past is over and done with... Her previous entanglement with him has been long put to rest, and the fact that he does not recall her alone should be sufficient to convince her not to utter another word to him about it.
Violet Parr stops and turns her head with elegance and grace towards Mr. Grant’s hospital window, she then decisively turns away and keeps walking with her quick and firm steps.
She did not even shudder as her violet scarf was blown away by the strong winds, releasing her long dark hair, and leaving it soaring behind her as she walked.
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Barry Grant
Old Shoe
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Feb-2-2007 15:41
Barry's shouting reminded him that he wasn't 100% better yet. In his confusion and efforts to talk to the mysterious woman, he twisted his torso and felt some stitches pull. "Dang."
He laid back in bed and started to think about Miss Parr. "She claims we met before but were never introduced. I wonder what occasions those were?"
Barry tried to recall the events of the night he got captured. He could not think of where he would have met her. He wasn't sure she was telling the truth because a woman as beautiful as she is would certainly have made an impression. "Was she at the bar that night before I went to meet Becky?" Trying to recall that night started to put a strain on him.
He closed his eyes to try and relax. As soon as he relaxed, the thought of AndreaX popped into his mind and the events of the night before. As a result, he fell asleep with a goofy grin.
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Pearl Diver
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Feb-2-2007 23:12
Pearl was taking a walk after lunch like she always does. She usually takes the same route which takes her exactly 20 minutes around and back however this time she took a different route and found something. "Ooo! A violet scarf! This will go great with my paisley dress." Pearl looked around trying to see if anyone was looking for a scarf. She didn't see anyone so she pocketed the scarf and kept going.
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Sleuthgirl Ciara
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Feb-2-2007 23:20
eww i would make my mom wash something I fownd on the roads before I wore it.
Sleuthgirl ciara is listening on her ipod so she doesn't notice it. But there was one of those fat ladies teht sell pepple meat across the street, so she asked her to talk
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Barry Grant
Old Shoe
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Feb-3-2007 08:58
Barry awoke troubled. He fell asleep thinking about Andrea but woke up from a disturbing dream involving Violet Parr. In his dream, she was in danger and there was nothing he could do to help her. Barry sat up to shake the feeling. He wasn't sure why he dreamt she was in danger when she was warning him about the danger he's in.
He contemplated Miss Parr's visit. He was very impressed with her ability to get in undetected. He remembered her sudden appearance at his door and he was curious about what she was hiding under that violet scarf on her head. He remembered how self-confident she seemed with a hint of delicateness that showed in her eyes.
He spent the better part of the morning trying to recall where he may have met her in the past and he found it to be not an entirely unpleasant experience.
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