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Heimlich VonVictor
Heimlich VonVictor

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.

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.”



Dec-31-2009 08:39

"Nothing yet... Heim was in a rush, something about his brother and so... He just popped in after being out all day, ignored us, changed into a suit and scooped you up... And now we're here..." Vulkie said.

Marc and Charlie sat in a chair, across from eachother, as Marc twisted his pipe with his lips.

"We don't have a lead for now Molly..." Charlie mused and looked to Vulkie. Charlie gave a small wink and Vulkie winked back.

"Well, anyways... Charlie, let's go for a drive. I'm sure you would love to have a drive... We can go for a bit of shopping..." Vulkie said and Charlie smiled and got up.

"I'll drive..." Vulkie said, as Charlie tossed his carkeys to Vulkie.

***The Tailor Shop***

"Hmm... No... Oh, that would suit me definitely.." Vulkie said, as she looked at a royal fuchsia dress (haha Joseph. Nice reference huh? xD. See The Politician's Daughter for reference to the dress)

"500 dollars?!" Charlie almost shouted and Vulkie shushed him. "Don't worry, I can afford it. My dad, god rest his soul, left me a certain amount of money..." Vulkie said and she took the dress and went to a clothing booth.

Charlie waited outside the clothing booth, litting a cigarette. "We have no leads... This doesn't please me at all.... There's always a lead..." Charlie said and Vulkie replied with : "Yes".

Just then, Vulkie stepped out and admired the dress. Charlie whistled and Vulkie blushed.

"Astonishing" Charlie replied and Vulkie replied with a small "thank you".

And so, Vulkie paid for the dress, while she still had it on. The Tailor "cut" the price card off and Vulkie left with her old dress. And so, Charlie and Vulkie went back to Heimlich's house.

"Thank god you're back..." Molly said. "Heim's been held in custody". Vulkie and Charlie gave an astonished look and Vulkie shouted : 'WHAT?"

Molly said that Heim only had one phonecall. "Right, that's it. I'm going to try and get him out... Maybe Joseph can help a bit when he returns... (cont)


Dec-31-2009 08:46

"Right, that's it. I'm going to try and get him out... Maybe Joseph can help a bit when he returns... " Vulkie said and left for the courthouse...


Vulkie entered the courthouse and slammed on the desk. "I demand to see Detective Heimlich VonVictor. He has asked me for a counselling." Vulkie replied and the bailiff brought Vulkie to Heimlich.

First, the bailiff went into the room and asked if this was all true. Heimlich nodded and the bailiff let Vulkie in.

"5 minutes. That's all you got" the bailiff said and closed the door.

"Heim... What happened?" Vulkie said and Heimlich let a tear flow.

"My own brother... he hates me... I wished to help him... He was drunk when I found him... Joseph and Anais went to Mrs. Kobetz and Anais told me to go to my brother... For I told her about Valerie, that she is my daughter... You know that story, about my wife and my son... But Valerie... She's my daughter..." Heimlich said and Vulkie gave a shocked face.

"Heim.... you... I didn't know that.... When I get my hands on Albert..." Vulkie said and slammed her fist on the table. Heim "shook" up a bit.

"Don't worry, I'm getting you out of here Heimlich... Don't you worry... Joseph'll help me..." Vulkie said and Heimlich replied with "I doubt it.."

Then, Heimlich quickly told the story, about how he entered the Hall of Records and found an adoption form filled in for Valerie, by Albert.

"As I said Heim, when I get my hands on Albert... He wished that he was never alive..." Vulkie replied. "But don't worry. Joseph isn't that kind of guy that get's really mad about this... Just be glad that Hoover didn't discover this..." Vulkie replied and Heimlich nodded.

Just then, the door opened and the bailiff entered. "Time's up." he said and Vulkie left Heimlich, going back to Heimlich's house.. "Try to call Joseph..." Vulkie said to Marc and Marc nodded and began to dial...

Molly Maltese
Molly Maltese
Old Shoe

Dec-31-2009 11:37

Molly sighed as Vulkie hurled herself out the door, narrowing her eyes.

"Well that's alright, just gallop of like a lone ranger." she called after her. "I expect a tumbleweed will fly by the window theatrically any minute now."

Rather disgruntled, she cast a glance at Marc, who wasn't paying attention, and poked at her midsection gingerly.

Yep, that confirmed it. Broken rib.

"Marc, you're sort of levelheaded, aren't you?" Molly asked, and he fixed her with a curious expression. "If I tell you something in complete confidence, you must swear to me now that you will make no mention of it to the others."

Marc seemed hesitant, but agreed.

"Last night, a thug was sent to my apartment. He had the gold statuette, the one from before...but anyway he was trying to warn me off the case. Well, warn everyone."

At this Marc realized the implications of what this meant, and demanded to know how badly she was hurt.

"Oh, me, I'm fine." she said, waving her conspicuously bandaged hand. "I was only wondering if their methods might give a clue as to the party involved. Oh well, I suppose thats sort of farfetched."

She shifted in her seat and gave a little grimace as pain shot through almost every conceivable part of her body.

"Things are getting more heated." she said glumly. "If they're this bad, this early on, I shudder to think what could happen when we near the Eye of God."

They lapsed into an uneasy silence, as they waited for Vulkie to return. She did, ordering Marc to call Joseph nearly as soon as she walked in. Molly used the excuse to get up and hobble stiffly into the kitchen, pouring herself one blessed cup of coffee.

Josèe Nin
Josèe Nin

Dec-31-2009 15:16


"Josèe?" Valerie whispered, "Do you think anyone is looking for us?"

Josèe twisted her head to look at Valerie. "Of course! Mummy and Daddy and Uncle Heimie and everybody will be!" came the forceful, whispered response. "Your dad, too," was said as an after thought.

"No, not my father. He doesn't love me," Valerie started to cry.

"Well, I love you. You're my big sister! I hafta love you. Maybe my daddy can love you, too. And my mummy will love you. Maybe you can live with Mummy and me!" Josèe rattled on.

"Don't you mean your Mummy and Daddy?" Valerie asked.

"Nope. I just met my daddy. My Mummy isn't really my mummy. She's my aunt! But her sister died when I was a baby and Mummy became my mummy! But I wish Mummy and Daddy would live together. Then it would be like a real family. The kind you read about in books!" Josèe explained.

"Your Mom died, too? I think that makes us double sisters. I miss my mom. She died a few years ago, and I miss her so so so much," fresh tears tracked down Valerie's face.

The girls sat in silence for a few minutes, cuddled together for warmth.

"Maybe we can help ourselves be found," Josèe broke the silence. "I think I might be able to undo those knots on you, if you can on me."

"Really?!" Valerie whispered excitedly.

"You try to undo mine first, ok?" Josèe half asked, half ordered Valerie.

"Ok," Valerie said and set to work. Ten minutes later, Josèe's hands were free.

"YES!" Josèe murrmered before quickly untieing her feet and then helping Valerie out of her bonds.

Together, the girls tiptoed to the door and listened.

"We have to give them something to eat, soon. They won't be any use starving, and you know it! Let me by!" a man spoke angrily voice growing louder as he neared the door.

The door slammed open, hitting Josèe and Valerie hard on the head and sentthem flying backward. "SMITH!" a voice yelled, "THEY UNTIED THEMSELVES!"


Josèe Nin
Josèe Nin

Dec-31-2009 15:23


Josèe and Valerie sat bound together with rope and heavy metal shackles on their wrists and ankles and dirty old socks stuffed into their mouths in the dark. Red handprints still stung their cheeks as tears ran silently down their faces. Someone removed the blindfold that had been placed on them for the transport to the new room.

Adults in heavy hooded garments walked in single file with candles as another adult was dragged in and thrown to the ground next to the girls.

Joseph Zeo
Joseph Zeo
Tale Spinner

Dec-31-2009 15:56

"Are you going to pick that up?" Greenberg questioned as he walked by Zeo's office.

Zeo looked up and realized his phone had been ringing mad for God knows how long. He pulled the cable out and threw the machine to the ground. Greenberg quickly walked alway, feeling the heat within his colleague. Knowing Zeo, he wasn't going to even ask what was wrong. The man could be more stubborn than bedrock if he choose to be.

The mad detective assembled all the new files he produced and dashed out of his office. Hoover noticed him from the war room. "Hey pinhead! What's happening to the artifacts thief circle case? I though you had new leads to proof that they're involved with the Eye of God."

"No, the DA have got the right person." Zeo replied, holding up the stack of files in his hand without skipping a step, "And I got proofs to help them nail the bastard." He exited from the front door went for his blue Buick. Yes, he was going to make sure his daughter was safe.

Heimlich VonVictor
Heimlich VonVictor

Dec-31-2009 18:48

"VonVictor! You got a visitor!" the guard yelled.

"Which one?" Heimlich yelled back, but received no response from the guard. A moment later, two figured appeared, one was a uniformed guard who unlocked the door, and the other chilled him to his very core. He was a tall slim man with pinkish skin and salt and pepper flecked hair. He had deep blue eyes that masked a much more sinister soul.

"Hello Heimlich," the man said with a slight Irish brogue, "I see you're still getting yourself in trouble. As you may have guessed I caught the Barnes case and plan to take him to the chair."

Thomas O'Boyle. A man who would do anything to win a case. He was the one who had gotten Leon Kobetz the death penalty and had called for a public hanging. O'Boyle was well known for being ruthless in his ability to prosecute even the most perfect of souls all the way to the death chamber. He had never known him to lose a case, and had earned the nickname "Hang 'em High O'Boyle" for his tendency to always demand the maximum penalty in those he prosecuted.

"Thanks to your little stunt," O'Boyle said, addressing Albert, "the DA's office needs to clean up this mess and fast. Not to worry though, I don't plan to coddle Graham Barnes like you have chosen to do. No indeed sir for too long Graham Barnes has been a cancer on our fair city and it's high time he paid in blood for the crimes he has committed."

"Coddling!" Albert, who had sobered up by this point, exclaimed, "I did no such thing! I'll have you know that I tried a good case! One slip! That's all I made! One slip!"

"You should have kept your damn mouth shut!" O'Boyle snapped, "Let your brother do the talking. He always was the smarter one of you. The heir and and spare as it were."

Heimlich shook his head. "Tommy," he said, "I think there may be more than meets the eye to this case. Albert's daughter has been kidnapped and we believe they are looking to secure a guilty verdict for Graham Barnes."

Heimlich VonVictor
Heimlich VonVictor

Dec-31-2009 19:22

"Well it's a good thing I'll be prosecuting him then!" O'Boyle said smugly, "I'll have Barnes dead before they harm one hair on your little girl's head."

"You can't!" Heimlich pleaded, "You need to get us out of here and hold off prosecution. Don't you see that this proves his innocence? If not it creates reasonable doubt!"

O'Boyle frowned at him. "Heimlich, the only thing this proves to me is that Barnes is a slimeball who will do anything to trick good people into helping him escape prosecution. He's going down." he said coldly. With a nod, he turned to leave.

Heimlich sat down and began to think. Time was running out. What was the importance of the Eye of God? Why would The Order of Socrates, a secular organization be so obsessed with a relic of religious etymology?

He thought back to his notes. All that he had studied. Significant events surrounding anything resembling the eye in history had been in his notebook. Anything! Suddenly he remembered a particular grouping.

"-A man, found guilty of corrupting the minds of the the youths of the state was sentenced to death. He offered no apologies for his efforts and embraced death openly. Days after his execution, a pile of bones and dust were delivered to the home of a boy that had testified against him. The remains were identified as the young man's from a golden tooth.

-Two jewels known as the Eye of Zeus and the Eye of Hades, which belonged to the Archon of Athens, Aristocrates, disappeared and were never seen again after."

Heimlich felt his heart begin beating faster. "No... oh God no!" he shouted.

Albert stood up. "Henry," he asked, "what's wrong?"

"We have to go now!" Heimlich cried, "We have to get out of here. The girls, they're in mortal danger. Oh God please no!"

Joseph Zeo
Joseph Zeo
Tale Spinner

Jan-1-2010 03:17

"I'm here to see Mr. VonVictor." Zeo announced, showing the guard his Federal Bureau badge.

"Certainly, sir. This way please," the guard replied and yelled down the corridor, "VonVictor! You got another visitor!"

Zeo entered the cell and noticed that both brothers looked as if they were about to burst, but he wouldn't care less at the moment. Heimlich realized who the visitor was and breathed a sigh of relieve. "Joseph, am I glad to see you! We must get--"

"I'm not here to see you, Heimlich." Zeo interrupted and tossed Albert the files. "I know O'Boyle is in charge of the case now, but the freak and I don't see eye to eye. When you transfer the case files over, just slot these in."

Albert opened the folders and read. His eyebrows was about to shoot through the roof. "Mr. Zeo, are these evidence authentic?"

"Does it matter? If Barnes is not found guilty, Valerie and Josee are going to die!"

"Joseph, you got it all wrong!" Heimlich exclaimed.

"It's no time to talk about justice here. The fact that I don't falsify evidences like other crooked cops do, doesn't mean I don't know how to do it. These evidences are rock solid. Heimlich, I know how you feel about this, but we're talking about our daughters' lives!" Zeo replied.

"What did you just say, Mr. Zeo? You mean yours and MY daughters, didn't you?" Albert was utterly confused.

Zeo looked at the two brothers, "Heimlich, you mean you haven't told him?"

"Joseph, get this clear: the kidnapper said that they will kill SERGEI if Barnes is not found guilty. They have other plans for the girls. Deadly plans. You must get us out of here NOW or it'll forever be too late!"

Riza Hawkeye
Riza Hawkeye
First Nomad

Jan-1-2010 18:55

It was dark outside. And very quiet, which was unusually so for this neighborhood. Then Riza remembered it was nearing midnight. Her boots could be heard clicking on the sidewalk as she walked. She quickly made her way to City Hall to deliver the forged jewel documents to the mayor. Hopefully he wouldn’t ask why she was so late.

She made her way up the steps of City Hall, walked down the long corridor inside, and headed for Hollis’ door. “Hold it right there, Miss,” a man said gruffly, stepping out of the shadows near the door. “No one sees the mayor except by personal appointment.” His dark suit and baritone voice made him look and sound intimidating.

“Hollis is expecting me. Tell him Riza Hawkeye is here, and I have what he’s looking for,” Riza said coolly, holding up a sealed envelope ad waving it from side to side. The man looked at her skeptically before grunting, “Don’t move,” and disappearing inside the office for a moment. He returned a few seconds later, pushed open the door, and gestured inside.

Riza walked into the office, flashing a small smile at the man who closed the door after her. Hollis’s chair was turned around, so Riza could only see the back of the dark leather chair. “Miss Hawkeye,” he said, turning his chair around, “I was wondering how long you were going to take. But I must say that I am impressed by your speed.”

Riza barely suppressed a gasp as she took in the mayor’s appearance. Her eyes widened visibly. It looked like he had been beaten to a bloody pulp. “Nice job, Marc,” she thought. Hollis was dressed in a clean suit, though. His face was all swollen and bruised, but somehow he still had that feeling of authority about him.

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