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Heimlich VonVictor
Heimlich VonVictor
Vigilante

Oct-24-2009 18:47

October 24, 1938- Heimlich VonVIctor felt a chill run down his spine. Autumn always had that effect on him. He looked up at the multitude of colors adorning the trees and placed his hands in his coat pockets. The pungent aroma in the air told him that, somewhere, leaves were being burnt. He took a deep breath and looked down, to the place he had visited as many times as he could in the past two years. The cold hard stone hadn’t changed a bit, and never would. It would always be a testament to the man resting under it.

RICHARD CAMBRIDGE
FEBRUARY 10, 1892-
JUNE 15, 1936
“Justice for all. Above all else.”

He took a deep sigh. He never left anything behind, nor did he suspect that Richard would want anything left for him. He leaned down and placed his hand on the stone, “I’m doing alright Richard. Eric and I started up another agency. We’re doing it right this time, and Sergei is getting better at English every day. He’s even solving cases now; you wouldn’t believe how well he’s doing.”

“Excuse me, detective VonVictor?” a voice called behind him

Heim whirled around to find himself face to face with a young uniformed officer, “What do you want?” he demanded, “Can’t you see I’m in a cemetery?”

“Yes sir,” he responded, “and I’m terribly sorry to disturb you, but I’ve been asked to fetch you right away, it’s a matter of life and death!”

Heimlich let out a sigh, and leaned down to touch the stone again, “It never ends Richard, it never ends. I have to go now, but I’ll be back real soon.”

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Joseph Zeo
Joseph Zeo
Tale Spinner

Dec-11-2009 03:04

Not knowing that he now became the target, the man briskly walked south, towards the City Hall. Zeo knew it. The imposter must be from the Order of Socrates.

Zeo followed the man from a distance, careful not a make a sound. He saw the man entered the City Hall from a side door, with keys, at 3am in the morning. There was no doubt where he was coming from.


**The Next Morning**

A soft ray of sunlight was peaking through the kitchen window. Zeo had stayed up the rest of the night in the kitchen thinking about case. The cat wasn't home; perhaps it was out catching mice, but it should be back by daybreak, which it didn't. Zeo downed his last drop of coffee and headed for the office. The car radio was playing "A Kiss to Build A Dream On" by Louis Armstrong. For some reason it made him thought of Anais.

"Is Hoover in?" Zeo asked his fellow agent Greenberg as he stepped into the war room. His partner nodded. "I need to talk to him. It may take a while. If anyone call me just tell them I'm out for a moment. Just take a message for me."

Zeo entered Hoover's office and told the man about his home phone line being over taken and the 'impostor' from the City Hall. "We're playing a dangerous political game here," Hoover mused, "OS has the ability to do severe damages to the bureau. Apparently they know we're onto something. They haven't realized you've figured out the phone situation, have they?"

"I don't think they have yet. I kept a low profile last night as well." Zeo looked at the director with dark circles under his eyes. "My external source is going after Tim O'Leary of the Greenhand. They might know something about the thief operation as well."

Hoover nodded. He then ordered Zeo to obtain another secret house line from the switch board while keeping the current one idle. It might be useful in the future. "Let your close associates know to call you on your new line, pinhead! And make sure your men are discreet about the case!"

Joseph Zeo
Joseph Zeo
Tale Spinner

Dec-11-2009 03:11

Zeo left for the switch board before Greenberg could talk to him. "Not now," Zeo told Greenberg on his way out, "I'll return later in the day."

It took a good part of the day for Zeo to get the new phone line working without disrupting his existing 'dummy line'. By the time Zeo returned to the office, it was already close to 5pm. Greenberg told him someone named Marc Lacrimosa called him in the morning and left his office number. Zeo tried calling Marc at the office but no one answered. He supposed Marc was busy at work and decided to find him tomorrow. He then went on to call Anais and Heimlich and told them about the new phone number.

Heimlich seemed to be uneasy and told Zeo that he might call a meeting soon. Zeo told Heimlich that he'd wait for his call at his new number. He just hope no one was eavesdropping at their telephone lines.

Vulkie3
Vulkie3
Haynes

Dec-11-2009 10:58

***Vulkie's House***

"What's taking them so long..." Vulkie murmered and she walked in rounds in her living room. At first, she didn't know what to do, but then it became clear. She still had feelings for Eric and wanted to protect him, no matter what. "But why am I doing this? Marvington can rot in hell if I want to..." Vulkie said and made an evil grin. But then, the picture that Vulkie saw earlier came back at her.

"No, he's a friend. I'll do whatever I can do to protect my friends..." Vulkie murmered and then the doorbell rang.

"Great, I hope it's..." Vulkie said and opened the door,only to reveal Sergei.

"Sergei? What are you doing here?" Vulkie said, looking "amazed"

"Von..." Sergei began,but Vulkie interrupted. "That bastard! If I get my hands on him, letting me down like this!" Vulkie said and she rushed for the phone and angrily began to dial Heimlich's number. Only to be interrupted by Sergei, who put the phone back on the hook.

"VonVictor has much on his mind these days Vulkie. He sounded tired, and I believe he really is..." Sergei said and Vulkie nodded. "VonVictor called me and asked to me if I could go instead of him. Just let him rest for a while, Vulkie.." Sergei added and Vulkie again nodded.

Just then, the doorbell rang. "Coming!" Vulkie shouted and there stood Charlie. "Hiya Vulkie. So, what's the problem?" Charlie asked, while Sergei stood behind her. "Alright,here's the thing..." Vulkie began and she explained the situation...

Vulkie3
Vulkie3
Haynes

Dec-11-2009 11:03

"So, that's what happened" Vulkie ended and Charlie looked amazed, just as Sergei did. "But I thought Eric was on leave?' Sergei said astonished.

"No, he was kidnapped. And I believe the kidnapper has connections to a faction,in this city!" Vulkie said. "How come you think so? Marvington could be kidnapped by anyone.." Charlie said and Vulkie nodded.

"You're forgetting something Charlie. The kidnapper said he 'was of value', that he had valuable information." Vulkie said. "That could mean two things : 1. The kidnapper needed Eric to reveal something of great importance, or 2. The kidnapper wanted me to find out something." Vulkie added.

"How is second conclusion based?" Sergei asked.

"Ah, that's where it becomes interesting Sergei. He wanted me to know that Eric was in trouble and "force" me to meet him,only to "kidnap" me for information. That's a possibillity.." Vulkie said and she cocked her gun.

"Gentleman,at 11 hours from now,it's noon tomorrow. We need to get 100.000 dollars, cash, ready... I have the money,I'll need your help to protect me..." Vulkie said and asked if they would agree. Sergei immediately agreed,only Charlie hesitated a bit...

M. Lacrimosa
M. Lacrimosa
Thespian

Dec-11-2009 11:28

**At the Ball**

Marc and Molly danced keeping a close eye on O'Leary, whom seemed to be enjoying himself. The music was played by a jazz band and hundreds of people danced to it. Marc was surprised to see how many people actually liked jazz music.

The party started to end around 11:30 that night. Marc and Molly snuck upstairs and found O'Leary's room. They turned off the lights and waited for him. With in 30 minutes, O'Leary walked in. Marc hit O'Leary on the head knocking him to the ground.

Marc put O'Leary in his desk chair and tied a rope around him. O'Leary wasn't unconscious but he was dazed. When he came two, he only saw the figures of two people standing in front of him. One of them was a woman.

The other, was a taler man. All O'Leary could see was the outline of the two people.

The woman stepped forward. Then she spoke.

Vulkie3
Vulkie3
Haynes

Dec-11-2009 19:02

"It sounds risky Vulkie, but I'll help you, for old times sake. You've done a lot for me and I've done a lot for you. But you'll owe me a bottle or 2 of some fine scotch!' Charlie said and I nodded.

"Right. As I said, the meeting is taking place at the docks. You both better not be late. As I said,noon tomorrow. Be at the docks and take some cover or stay in a car, I don't care. Just... Just help me out on this..." Vulkie said and Sergei and Charlie both nodded.

***The Meeting***

As Vulkie watched at her dad's pocket watch, it said she still had 5 minutes left. Vulkie was standing at the docks,smoking a cigarette and a briefcase next to her,with 100.000 dollars. Charlie stayed in a car, his gun ready and aiming at Vulkie,in case she was attacked. Sergei was hiding behind some boxes, just in case he could rush towards her.

"Where the hell he's staying..." Vulkie murmered and blowed some smoke away.

Just then, a small figure walked up to her and whispered : "Let's take a walk..."

Vulkie nodded, picked up the briefcase and she walked with the figure.

"Where's Eric? Is he alright? Is he still alive?' Vulkie asked, but the man didn't reply.

"I know what you're up to Vulkie. Your friends are here,I can smell them from a mile. But that's good, I don't care. I just want the money, that's all. Is it all there?" the figure said and asked, as he stopped and pointed to the briefcase.

"Yes" Vulkie replied and she opened the briefcase. It showed 100 dollar bills, all packed up nicely.

"Good. You can find your friend, Mr. Marvington, at the warehouse next to you." the man said and he picked up the briefcase.

"SERGEI, NOW!' Vulkie shouted and Sergei rushed towards her and the man. The man made a run for it, but Vulkie aimed her gun and shot him in his leg, making him fall down in the water. "Fish the basterd up. If he's lying about Eric, I'll torture him for eternity!" Vulkie shouted to Sergei and Sergei picked up a "fishing" pole and pulled...

Vulkie3
Vulkie3
Haynes

Dec-11-2009 19:11

The kidnapper was pulled up and Vulkie shouted to Charlie : "Look in the warehouse! Eric may be in life danger!"

Then, she looked at the kidnapper. "I hope for god's sake that he's in there, or else..." Vulkie said and the kidnapper laughed manically.

"You really don't know what's going on here, dont'cha?" the kidnapper taunted.

Vulkie looked,as Charlie got out of the warehouse with Eric. Eric was bleeding, heavily, and he was unconscious.

"My god..." Vulkie murmered and she rushed to Eric. "Eric,Eric! Can you hear me? Oh god... I'm.... I'm so sorry...." Vulkie said, but Eric didn't reply. He lost too many blood to be still conscious.

"Charlie, get him to a hospital, now!' Vulkie yelled and Charlie went off with Eric to the hospital.

As anger filled her body, she looked at the kidnapper, who looked terrified back.

"You have crossed a line too much. Kidnapping my ex-boyfriend is one thing, but torturing him and almost killing him is a line too far. He's still a friend..." Vulkie said and she aimed her gun.

"So, who are you working for?' Vulkie asked and the kidnapper laughed back at her and spat at her feet. "Not telling ya girl. But I can tell you this. City.." The kidnapper said and Vulkie shot the kidnapper, in the head.

"Why you do that for Vulkie. He was telling truth..." Sergei said.

"Hall..." Vulkie finished the kidnapper's sentence and then it struck to her.

Barnes, the "lost jewel", the Order of Socrates. They probably needed it badly. And Eric was connected to Barnes in one way or another. He could tell them anything about him.

"Sergei, I know who is behind this all, which faction. But still,I have to wait for..." Vulkie said and she sighed.

"I know Vulkie. But VonVictor,he's busy and something's troubling him. I could feel it,in here.." Sergei said, pointing at his own heart.

"Be a darling Sergei and pick up the kidnapper. I'll get the briefcase.." Vulkie said,as she 'scooped' the briefcase back in her hand...


Vulkie3
Vulkie3
Haynes

Dec-11-2009 19:28

***City Hall***

As Vulkie drove up towards the stairs leading to City Hall, Sergei sat in the back seat with the dead kidnapper.

"What we're doing here?' Sergei asked. Vulkie grinned. "We're going to deliver a message to our dearly beloved mayor Hollis, Sergei..." Vulkie said,as she smiled in the rear mirror, looking at Sergei.

The two detectives waited.... and waited.... and waited....

"There he is!" Sergei said and Vulkie looked out her window. "Indeed,there he is!" Vulkie shouted and ordered Sergei to "push" the body out of the car.

"Do it,now!" Vulkie said, as she started the engine of the car. The engine "roared", as Vulkie had her feet at the brake pedal and the gas pedal. It got Hollis's attention.

Vulkie lowered her car window, shouting to Hollis : "A message. Don't harm my friends, you bastard!"

Sergei opened the door, pushed the dead kidnapper out of the car and they drove of, speeding away.

"Get them, now!" Hollis shouted, as he looked astonished at the dead body.

And the chase began. From City Hall, past the Music teacher, past the Shoemaker, Vulkie and Sergei were being chased by "officials" from the Mayor.

"Damn,they're tough!" Vulkie said and she 'pushed' the pedal to the metal. The engine roared happily and it looked as if nothing came to her way. A car came from the right and Vulkie's car was spinning on the street,hitting a lantern pole.

"Sergei,you're alright?' Vulkie asked, but as she looked in the rear mirror, she saw Sergei lying unconscious.

"Damn!" Vulkie said and she started to "start" the engine again.

One time... second time.... third time... It wouldn't start. The officials came closer and closer, walking towards her.

Fourth time.... fifth time.... sixth.... seventh.....

At the eight time, the car started again and she sped off,leaving the officials far behind. But not did she know that they would catch up that soon...

Vulkie3
Vulkie3
Haynes

Dec-11-2009 19:37

****5th Avenue****

Vulkie yelled angrily at her steering wheel, as she manoeuvred her way through the traffic. The officials were gaining miles and miles, as she was carefully driving.

Just when she saw some free space, Vulkie decided to step on the gas. The engine roared and she steered swiftly through the traffic.

"You're not getting me, at least alive!' Vulkie yelled and she made her way past the DAB. "No,they won't help me. Neither won't LCN" Vulkie thought and she went towards a bridge, that was already opening.

Going 70 miles per hour, she was driving over the bridge,and nearly made the jump, leaving the officials behind.

"YAHOO!" Vulkie yelled and that seemed to wake Sergei up. "What happened? Last time I was conscious,we were spinning.." Sergei said and asked.

"Not now Sergei, I'll explain later" Vulkie said, as she drove towards her home. 3 blocks before her home, Sergei and Vulkie got out of the car and Vulkie "torched' it.

"Evidence, you know?" Vulkie said and Sergei nodded. "I understand" Sergei said. "Just ask Joseph for more info about my habit about cars. He can tell" Vulkie said, grinning as she reheard what she said.

"I'll phone you later Sergei. For now, I need to rest..." Vulkie said and Sergei nodded.

"I understand. It's been busy day" Sergei said and he went the other way, back towards his agency office.

Vulkie walked to her apartment, with the briefcase in her hand. As she opened the door, everything seemed alright. She placed the briefcase next to her bed, jumped on her bed and closed her eyes, only to be woken up by a phonecall...

Molly Maltese
Molly Maltese
Old Shoe

Dec-12-2009 14:08

"Mr. O' Leary, isn't it?" Molly asked politely, approaching the man. "We're dreadfully sorry for tying you up but it is something of a necessity. You see, we have a few questions that only YOU can answer."

Marc advanced threateningly. "And you better answer them, or else!"

"Quiet!" Molly snapped, and then smiled winningly at O' Leary. "Look, we're aware you have a friend, a Mr. Milton Kinsella."

Tim O'Leary immediately assumed a blank expression. "If you have questions for a Milton Kinsella, then why am I tied up to a chair?! Go find him instead!"

"As if we hadn't thought of that." Molly said irritably. "Your Mr. Kinsella is dead."

"Dead?" Tim O' Leary repeated, his mouth a perfect o.

"Oh, you didn't know? Yes, he fired upon a federal agent, a dear friend of Marc's over here. So I suggest you tell us all you know about the activities in that warehouse and just how you know Kinsella,and I'll keep him away from you." she said with another vulpine smirk.

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