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Feb-6-2007 02:27

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....

Feb-26-2007 01:07

(A few minutes later, back at the Department's Headquarters....)

Dave unlocked the solid steel door, opening it slowly and entering the barren room. Inside, a dark-haired, mustachioed man in prison garb wearing handcuffs sat at a rickety wooden table. A medium height, black haired, tanned skinned man stood next to him, speaking softly into his ear. The captive looked up at Dave's entrance, a desperate look on his face.

"Ah, good!" Dave remarked cheerfully, "I see you two have been getting acquainted."

"Please!" the prisoner cried anxiously, "Why am I here? I haven't done anything!"

Dave shook his head at him, "Tsk, tsk. Now we both know that's not true, don't we?" He smiled again at the man's confused look, "We both know you're not Nathaniel Arundel." He watched as the man paled slightly. "Which means that you've lied for starters." He walked over to the desk, thumbing through a file folder, "In fact, I'll do ya one better. I know that there is no Nathaniel Arundel at all." He looked down at the captive again, all traces of amiability gone from his face, "So, you wanna tell me who you really are?"

The man just stared at him, paling even more.

Dave shrugged, "Okay, I'll give you a bit to think about it. Dan and I are gonna go talk to a couple other people, then we'll be back to have a nice friendly chat." He grinned coldly at him, then nodded at the guard standing by the door.

'Nathaniel' was abruptly hauled up from his chair and dragged off to a neighboring cell down the hall. Dave and Dan headed next door to their next interview, the hotel's concierge, Henry....