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Mar-11-2007 23:42

As he rifled through the crispy papers, he came across a ticket. Its stub was still intact, and the date was, oddly, for the future.

With it came a small slip of paper.

"Frank,

Board the ship and take it to Delhi. I will meet you at the docks there. Watch out for the enemy.

Until then,

Q"

Lucian took the ticket and the slip and stuck them in his pocket. He took the bundle of letters and left the body in the alley. He pondered over the letter from Sir Albert Parr, as well as the slip from Q. Who was sending Frank to Delhi? Why? As he thought deeply, a letter blew from the bundle. He raced to catch it, but before he could, he slipped and stumbled. The bundle fell with him. Papers were everywhere.

When Lucian recovered himself, only five letters remained. The rest had scattered in the cool night winds. Moaning in horror and desperation, he quickly picked up the remaining letters. Thankfully, the one from Sir Albert Parr was among them. Two of them were from a woman named Margaretta to a man named Clive, one was a list of strange items to a person named L, and the last was a small notice that seemed of little importance.

With what he had left, Lucian marched back to the headquarters. But before reaching it, a shadowy figure blocked his path. The mysterious shadow stepped forward...

Mar-22-2007 01:21

Out of the shadows came a well-dressed, seemingly well-mannered gentleman. He was approximately in his mid-fifties. The man was very imposing, apparently powerful, and seemed to be alone. The man smiled at Lucian and took a few steps forward in his direction.

“Mr. Ty, it is a pleasure to meet with you, though under these unfortunate circumstances.” The man spoke with a crisp New York accent.

Lucian did not speak, but looked at the man with skepticism.

“I am Mr. Frank Georges, and though you may not know who I am, your friend there…” Mr. Georges nodded to the area where the man was shot earlier. “…had a few documents that belonged to me… personal documents… letters belonging to my wife… reports given to me in confidence by various clients.”

Lucian spoke finally. “Mr. Georges, you have the wrong man. I have never heard of you before and I do not have anything to do with your wife or any of her letters.”

“My boy,” Mr. Georges started. “I have just received a telegram informing me that my wife has gone missing, viciously kidnapped by a woman in violet and her sidekick goon. Would you not help an old man find his wife?”

Mr. Georges stretched out an open palm to Lucian. Lucian contemplated his actions for a moment and then proceeded to act…

Mar-22-2007 02:39

Arsenio ran fast, he had to get to Frank before she gets to him...

Arsenio turned a left around the corner and found it. The alleged headquarters. "Violet must already be here, I have to get Frank out of there! He doesn't know Violet is a danger to him!" Arsenio took out his revolver and opened the door with haste.

"Violet get away from him!" Arsenio nudged the door open and aimed the revolver at the people infront of him. It was just Lucian.

"Lucian! Oh God I thought you were Violet!"

"Violet? What would you want with dear sweet Violet?" Frank asked Arsenio. "Frank Violet is a danger to you! Don't you know that her family has hated you for years?"

"HATE ME? Oh dear boy why would they do that! I have done nothing wrong to them! I have been friends with the Parrs for years! Why would they hate me?"

"Your wife and son."...