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Feb-6-2007 02:27

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.

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.

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...

Feb-22-2007 05:52

Damn shame. Better write it up.

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.

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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.

Feb-22-2007 06:13

'Eet gets zem every time', Golly Maldorina (or little girl three as we have known her for this brief interval), one of HYDRAs most dangerous secret agents snickered. Her sisters Molly and Golly laughed also.

'Ze Canadians, zey are all speet and polish', Polly (little girl one) chimed.

'He was very preety though', Molly (little girl two) added meekly. Her sisters shook their heads.

From nearby came the muffled, yet distinctive voice of Yuri Lurkinfertrubl, 'Get me out of zis acursed garbage. I smell worse than ze English before their bath night.'

The girls looked at each other and giggled before trotting around the corner into a narrow alleyway where Yuri struggled to climb out of a rickety dumpster.

'You should pick ze escape routes more carefully Yuri', Golly said snidely.

'And you should mind ze manners young lady', Yuri snapped, waving a hooked hand under her nose, 'Last time I remember I was still ze head of zis family.'

Golly Maldorina bit her lip and nodded meekly, 'Yes Papa', she whispered.


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Lol seemd a shame to kill Yuri off... pity I really did kill him off by forgetting his password :s

Feb-24-2007 18:50

Unbelievable. A horse mounted Canadian Mountie in NYC. I think I've seen almost everything. Where's that blasted hotel?

Feb-25-2007 23:20

New York City--

(At the War Department's Field Headquarters Complex....)

Admiral Peterson and Dave Adams looked up from the copies of the telegram from London each man had just been studying and looked at each other. Lou pinched the bridge of his nose over his glasses while Dave rubbed the back of his neck tiredly.

Dave sighed, "First the misinformation on Violet Parr, then the attack on Sahira, then the attempt to get to Grant by someone calling himself Arundel, now this." He rubbed his forehead and looked bleakly at Lou, "I'm beginning to wonder whose side the Broadway's Concierge is on."

Lou glared briefly at the telegram, then eyed Dave over his glasses, "I think it's about damned time we find out, don't you? Where'd our Indian boys get to, anyway?"

Dave set the paper on Lou's desk as he stood up wearily. "Daniel's down with the guy we picked up at the hotel. So far all all he's sayin' is that his name's Nathaniel Arundel, NOT Charles. Joseph's due up on the red-eye from the City tonight. Gabe's out tracking down Auguste Giron right now."

Lou nodded, "Okay, we'll let them have a crack at our reluctant detainees when Joe gets in. Go get that concierge."

Dave waved as he left Lou's Office....