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Breitkat
Breitkat
Pinball Amateur

Feb-6-2007 02:27



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Breitkat
Breitkat
Pinball Amateur

Feb-6-2007 04:21

“Fair enough,” Lou muttered gruffly, “Anyone have a line on our other s’pposed visitor, the vent guy?”

A third agent, Jeff Brannon, spoke up then. “My guys in Evidence were able to lift a palmprint, a right thumb and index print, and two partials off that wine bottle that Breit dropped off. The palmprint belongs to a detective out of Shanghai who’s on Omega’s cleared list. The thumb, index, and partials belong to a different person.” He studied a file for a moment. “Name’s Joseph, Joey ‘Danger’ Danakowski. Polish immgrant from just after World War I. He’s on LHI’s payroll here in New York.”
Lou eyed Jeff over his glasses briefly, then turned an eagle-eyed glare to Nick again. “Find him, Henderson. Go talk to LHI’s local head here, Auguste Giron. He should know where this guy Danakowski is. I wanna know why his guy came bargin’ in my building without knocking.”

Nick scribbled on his notepad again as the others laughed softly at that, “Gotcha, Boss.”

“Anything else, people?” Lou asked briskly.

Annie handed him and Dave another file then. “Yeah, Lou. The autopsy came in this afternoon on that woman who was killed on the sidewalk outside the hospital a few days ago. The coroner id’ed her as a Nona D. Dictrich, known locally as Nonaddict for some reason. Documents and ID has her emigrating from Germany with her family at the turn of the century. There were reports from possible witnesses that she was killed with some kind of dart that they thought came from the hospital. The coroner’s disputing that. He says that she was killed from a cyanide overdose. He found a miniature flechette embedded in the woman’s neck that had a hollow shaft that was filled with potassium cyanide. In effect, an assassin’s permanent tranquilizer dart.

Breitkat
Breitkat
Pinball Amateur

Feb-6-2007 04:25

He was also able to determine the projectile’s trajectory as being sharply downward, right-to-left, and front-to-back. His report says it entered her neck just below her right ear, severed the carotid artery, and lodged in her fourth cervical vertebra. With a flight path like that, the barb would’ve have to have been fired from the upper stories or the roof of the investment firm that’s next to the hospital on the east side.”

Lou grunted softly, “Huh,” then looked at Dave, “What d’you think, Son?”

Dave studied the autopsy report, then looked up at Lou, his eyes bleak, “Somebody wanted to make damned sure that this woman was dead. The flechette alone did enough damage to kill her inside of five minutes, the poison was overkill. She was gone in less than a minute. The question is, why. What’d be so important about this woman that the killer would use something this sophisticated?”

Lou nodded, “Good question.” He turned to another agent in the group, Daniel Sparrowhawk. “Dan, take a team and go find out. Look into her background, who might have wanted to kill her, anything related to Department business. Go turn some rocks over and see what comes crawling out.” Dan nodded silently.

Lou eyed everyone broodingly, then said gruffly, “Okay, people, let’s hit it. We’ve got people at risk, and no idea who’s after them. We need answers, and we need ’em yesterday. Get going.”

With that, the agents left for their various teams to carry out their assigned duties....

Yuri Lurkinfertrubl
Yuri Lurkinfertrubl

Feb-6-2007 04:52

Yuri leant back, wiped the sweat from his bald pate, and slipped the heavy radio headphones from his ears.

Zese Americanz, he thought, they talked so much and yet did so little. He was not sure whether he should be angry at ze time he had wasted listening to their endless prattle, or whether he was embarrassed at how long and how successfully zey had thwarted HYDRA.

It was not an easy zing to understand. Their agentz were like cartoon cutoutz; parodies of goodness and virtue. Ze women beautiful and smouldering; ze men all steely eyed and chisel jawed. Yuri adjusted his wooden leg with the hook that covered the stump on his right arm, and closed his one good eye; ah for ze days when he was home in Transylvania where ze women had faces like potatoes, and ze men and children were grateful to be reminded of food. He laughed quietly at his little joke.

So ze girl Violet Parr had come out from ze shadows eh. That would surprise no-one except ze Americans. She was young and weak, and had to run to that slack-jawed fool Grant. Bah, Yuri sneered. It was about time she was dealt with. It was time they were both dealt with.

Standing up quickly he glanced around ze room; the bodies of James P. & Martha Dadsworth, the previous tenants, lay where they had dropped to the floor, their heads shrouded in a death mask of swarming flies.

Yuri inhaled ze invigorating stench of death and gasoline one last time as he struck a match, flicked it over his shoulder, and shut ze door behind him.

Violet Parr
Violet Parr
Thespian

Feb-6-2007 10:06

Miss Violet Parr was taken aback as she reviewed her bill. She was preparing to check-out of the Broadway Plaza, and was surprised and to a greater extent suspicious by the bill she was presented with at the front desk.

“Excuse me Sir, there must be some mistake… The last I checked my bill had exceeded $10,000.”

“I’m sorry Miss Feathers? Did you say $10,000?”

“I did indeed.”

“That is not possible Miss Feathers. We don’t charge that kind of money for our rooms. Your stay has not exceeded two weeks, and you stay in the hotel’s least expensive room.”

“That was what I said! But the receptionist that was here yesterday had informed otherwise: that I needed to pay around $10,000.”

“That number is ridiculous Miss Feathers. You clearly must have misunderstood.”

“I did not…” All of the sudden a realization dawned on Violet Parr, and she felt nauseous. Nevertheless, she managed to continue the conversation with a question. “May I speak with the young lady that was here yesterday? I believe her name is Lucy. It is a matter of great urgency Sir.”

“I’m afraid I cannot help you there Miss Feathers, Lucy has resigned yesterday evening very suddenly. The manager is very upset with her for not giving proper notice, and we have not been able to reach her since…”

The rest of the conversation was to her a blur. She managed to settle her bill, grab her suitcase, and stagger out of the hotel lobby: she felt like she was going to be sick. She recalled Miss Quadir whom followed her with the scarf. Could she be working with that Lucy? Tracking her down? Even worse… planning to harm her? Could it possibly have anything to do with the conversation she overheard the last time she was in New York?

She made a frantic decision in a moment of weakness. She grabbed her notebook and ripped a few pages out of it. She shredded the pages into pieces as she walked with quick steps… She needed to feel safe… She needed to be in London.


Yuri Lurkinfertrubl
Yuri Lurkinfertrubl

Feb-7-2007 16:28

From his vantage point on the roof opposite the Broadway Plaza Hotel Yuri watched the girl Violet Parr leave the building through the telescopic lens of his rifle. Finding the girl and Grant had been ridiculously simple. It was almost as if people were leaving signs so that he might follow the little story that played out before him.

The wind gusted and he had to steady the rifle on it's stand again.

In any case it was all over for zis one, Yuri grinned as he pulled back the bolt on the rifle.

A horse whinnied in the background...

Two things passed through Yuri's mind at this point. One, 'It couldn't possibly be (but he knew it 'was')', and two 'how ze hell had he gotten that damned horse up on ze roof'.

Yuri let the girl leave his field of sight. She would have to wait for - how did ze cursed Americans say it - 'a rainy day'. He rolled over and leant heavily on his good arm so that he might stand to face an old foe.

"What Ho! Yuri old man", cried Darling Dan of the Canadian Mounties from astride his great dappled mare, his silver pistol gleaming almost as brightly as his snow-white smile in the midday sun.

'Mountie', Yuri spat. Dan's horse whinnied and tossed back it's head baring it's teeth. Yuri instinctively grabbed his wrist where the damned animal had bitten through it.

'Easy there Prudence', Dan laughed slapping the horse good-naturedly on the neck. 'He's quite 'armless you know, old girl'. Dan smiled broadly, 'Just my little joke Yuri, old bean.'

Yuri screwed up his face in disgust, 'I am laughing on ze inside, I am sure'. Ze only thing worse that ze cursed American Secret Agent was ze damnable Canadian Mounted Police.

Darling Dan had been chasing Yuri for what seemd like an eternity. There history was a long and chequered one, one Yuri did not feel like dredging through at this particular moment in time. But the sight of Dan still filled every pore of his being with the loathing and disgust.

Yuri Lurkinfertrubl
Yuri Lurkinfertrubl

Feb-7-2007 16:29

'So', Dan said quietly, breaking Yuri from his reverie. 'How's the leg old chap? Thought I had you last time, you know.'

Yuri knocked on the wooden leg and shrugged. Dan winced, 'Another one, eh? Arm, eye, leg. Doesn't this tell you something old man?'

'Yes', smiled Yuri, adjusting his eye patch, 'You should learn to shoot straight'.

'Now, don't forget Prudence', Dan said slapping his mounts neck again.

Yuri looked at Prudence, imagining her as a horse shaped stack of tinned dog food, 'Oh no, one never forgets ze Prudence'.

'So', Dan said quietly again.

'So', Yuri replied, and he stepped back off the edge of the building and plummetted towards the ground...


Larry Grant
Larry Grant

Feb-22-2007 05:52

Damn shame. Better write it up.

Secret_Squirrel
Secret_Squirrel
Safety Officer

Feb-22-2007 06:10

'What Ho! little girls', cried Darling Dan of the Canadian Mounties, as he and his faithful mount Prudence, struggled to get through the revolving doors of the apartment building.

The three schoolgirls that stood before him smiling sweetly, curtsied politely. 'Oh', said the first, 'It is a fireman. Is there a fire nearby.' and she clutched her compatriots arm fearfully.

'No need to be alarmed little girl', soothed Darling Dan as he straightened his dishevelled hat, all the while polishing his brass coat buttons with his cuff. 'I am no fireman, and you are in no iminent danger, whilst Darling Dan of the Royal Canadian Mounties is nearby.' His snowy-white smile flashed in the sunlight.

'Oh' said the third little girl, 'I suppose it would be quite odd for a fireman to be riding a horse'.

'Through a building', the second chimed.

'Though it IS rather odd to be riding a horse through a building at all, would you not say so?', the first little girl asked?

Darling Dan smiled patiently, as all good law enforcement officers did when talking to impressionable children. 'Might I ask if you dear children happened to see a nefarious looking gentleman fall from the sky a moment or two ago?'

The first little girl clutched the second's arm again and looked to the sky, 'But we are in no danger, surely you said!'

'Ignore my sister's histrionics. She has had too much sun', the third interjected, casting a steely look at what was now revealed to be her sibling, 'Simply put, no we have not'. The second politely nodded her agreement.

Darling Dan seemed somewhat bemused and looked up to the sky, 'Now where did that blighter get to Prudence?'

'Your horse can talk?', said the second little girl innocently.

Darling Dan flashed another snow-white smile, 'No child. Prudence is merely a good listener. Though she portrays many fine human qualities. Why if she were a woman I would probably marry her.' And he laughed broadly. The girls tittered politely.

Secret_Squirrel
Secret_Squirrel
Safety Officer

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Secret_Squirrel
Secret_Squirrel
Safety Officer

Feb-22-2007 06:12

'Prudence however shook her head vehemently.

If Darling Dan had been looking at something other than his own reflection in a nearby window, he might have seen little girl one roll her eyes, or little girl two elbow her sister in reply. He might even have seen the glint of a razor from the sleeve of little girl three's frock coat.

Little girl two cleared her throat, 'We shall not keep you any longer good sir. You obviously have many important things to do' , she offered politely.

'Why yes, thank you dear child', Darling Dan acknowledged, 'But I am remiss; courtesy disctates that I should introduce myself properly'. Darling Dan stood arms akimbo, turning his head slightly to the left so that the little girls might see his best side, 'I am...'.

The third little girl coughed politely and the three little girls spoke in unison, 'Darling Dan of the Royal Canadian Mounties'.

Prudence stamped her hoof, 'And that is Prudence', little girl three added hastily, eyeing the horse warily. 'My name is Ekaterina Oksana Svetlana Polina Maldorina', and she curtsied. 'These young ladies', and she waved a hand towards little girls one and two, are my sisters, Nataliya Margarita Rozaliya Golina Maldorina', (little girl one curtsied), 'and Elizaveta Anastasia Yelena Molina Maldorina' (little girl two curtsied).

Darling Dan edged his way towards Prudence politely.

'If you like kind sir, you may call us by our familiars', and little girl three smiled somewhat amusedly, 'You may simply call me Ekaterina Oksana Svetlana, and my sisters, Nataliya Margarita Rozaliya and Elizaveta Anastasia Yelena - if that helps at all.'

Darling Dan already sat astride Prudence. He flashed his snow-white smile at Ekaterina Oksana Svetlana, 'Thank you ... err... little girl. I think I shall be off after all. It has been your pleasure to meet me. Hooooo! Prudence.' and Darling Dan was gone in a flurry of dust and a clatter of hoof beats.

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