David Adams
Red-Nosed
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Mar-27-2007 21:12
A roaming speakeasy, where the jazz is hot, the liquor flows freely, and the only way in is to find a certain rat-faced, sleazily dressed Twerp of a stoolie and beg him for directions. For a price, of course....
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David Adams
Red-Nosed
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Mar-27-2007 21:19
Shady nodded imperceptibly, "Yeah. You guys finally decode 'em?"
Dave chugged his whiskey, "Yep, they got 'em done. Turns out the papers were a schematic for what looks like some kinda new-fangled weapon. The physics boys are goin' bananas over them right now." He eyed Shady searchingly, "I need your help, Harry."
Shady studied his whiskey glass for a moment, then looked up at Dave and nodded silently.
"Ossie still has people deep undercover all over Europe?" Dave asked him.
Harry glanced around, then drank from his glass. "Yep, we just sent a team into Berlin to check out whatever's going on with that new German President of theirs, whatever his name is. Art's half-convinced the guy's nuts."
Dave nodded, thinking Art was probably right. "I need anything the Office of Strategic Services can dig up on prototypical weapons, arms smuggling, unusual recent military tactics or manuevers from the Germans, Austrian-Hungarians, Prussians, Slavs, anyone in the Rhineland section where our peculiar Teutonic friend has been dipping his toes in the water, as it were. Pay special focus on anything you guys can find with something called 'kernwaffe'. Think Ossie can handle that?"
Harry shrugged, "We'll see what we can dig up." He watched Dave's bride come in and make her way over to a table a couple of spots over. She sat down with two ladies, one in a sealskin coat, and a second who was chatting with a cigarette girl.
Dave nodded slightly, then looked back at Shady, “I’ll go talk to Walter and his boys out back. I gotta talk to them anyways about the gun-running stuff they’re tracking down for us. I’ll contact you in a few days.” He rose unsteadily to his feet, appearing to be very drunk and livid. “Half a million?!?” he roared, “I’ll be DAMNED if I’m gonna pay that much. Go to hell, Shady!"
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David Adams
Red-Nosed
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Mar-27-2007 21:20
Harry watched the War Department general wobble his way through the mob, heading towards the back room of the Cabaret. He looked over at Dave’s wife Breit, and her companions at the adjoining table. He sighed to himself as he finished off the last of his drink. Things were getting too blasted dangerous, for way too many people....
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Violet Parr
Thespian
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Mar-28-2007 00:09
A man approached Breit with an envelope in his left hand.
Breit stopped her vibrant conversation and turned to the man with an enquiring glare. The man approached her to whisper some words in her ear, but as she recoiled he realised he would have to speak up.
“Telegram for Mr. David-”
“Who’s it from?”
“Shanghai…”
“I’ll take it thank you.” Breit grabbed the telegram from the messenger’s hand, and, as she ripped the envelope open and proceeded to read the telegram, she did not even notice him blend back into the crowds:
TO DAVE STOP
GEORGES NOT AFTER STOP
BARRY GRANT STOP
I AM IN SHANGHAI STOP
WILL BE IN TOUCH STOP
VIOLET PARR STOP
Breit, appearing concerned, quickly hid the telegram into the folds of her dress.
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