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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

Jan-13-2010 13:21

((Apologies, i didn't know others have added. I ended with Molly speaking and Marc was sitting outside. Please scrap my post above. ))

Molly Maltese
Molly Maltese
Old Shoe

Jan-13-2010 13:35

"Time to make good on your promise!" Davis said from the shadows, and Molly immediately scuffed out the drawing so it was unrecognizable.

"I hope your memories are good." she said, and then raised her voice. "You're quite correct sir. Let us go. Perhaps on the way you can make some sort of daring story in which you chased me down at great personal risk and turned my traitorous vermin self into Hollis. I could contribute a bit, I'm quite good at stories."

She aimed a wink at her friends, and mouthed "good luck!" Then cheerily took Davis' arm and headed off, humming. Davis did a comical double-take, quite clearly taken aback. She spared another glance back and aimed a pointed look at Marc, then patted Davis' arm and did a little hop-skip.

"You know you're ridiculously cowardly and all." Molly said conversationally, her cheery voice echoing down the tunnel. "Did you actually faint back there?"

"Shut up!" Davis' voice growled.

"Oh, it's nothing to be ashamed over. I once had a cousin named Margie, fainted all over the place. Course she was, what was it, deficient or something...you should get that looked at."

"Shut up I said!" Davis said, sounding quite embarassed. Even in the tenseness of the situation, everyone had to manage a small smile.

"Are you blushing?"

"NO!"

"I think you're blushing...that looks like a blush to me!"

"It's...the dim lighting..."

"BLUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUSHING."

"SHUT UP, I SAID!"

And then their voices faded, and Molly and Davis were gone.

M. Lacrimosa
M. Lacrimosa
Sleuth About Town

Jan-13-2010 14:17

Marc watched in amazement as Molly was led down the hall. Moments later she disappeared and he could still hear Davis yelling. Marc knew it was his turn to act and he backed up slowly into the shadows and crept down the hallway in the darkness.

As he backed disappeared into the dark, he heard Vulkie ask, "Where the hell is Marc?!"

"Don't worry," Joseph said, "Marc knows what he is doing. He'll meet up with us soon enough."

"How can you be so sure?" Vulkie asked again.

"Trust me," Zeo said, "Marc....has his ways of doing things."

Marc followed followed the trail of Davis and Molly and he watched them disappear into a room. Quietly, he pulled out his revolver. He never knew when he was going to need it.

Through that door, there was something and he wasn't sure what. The rest of the gang had gone a different way in search of the girls.

Marc stepped out of the shadows for only a brief second to cross the hallway. He picked up his foot to kick open the door, and he hesitated.

"What if the children are in there?" Marc thought? "What if the moment that door flew off the hinges, guns started firing, and the children were killed?" He thought. If that happened, he would carry the burden of the death of two girls on his shoulders for the rest of his life. He couldn't do that. He had a soft spot for young kids.

He had to rethink his plan. He was about to go around the room when something caught his eye. He looked up and just above his head, was a vent shaft. Big enough for him to fit in. He pulled out his pocket knife, and unscrewed the vent.

He climbed up until he was able to crawl strait through the room. When he came to an opening, he looked in and saw Molly being interrogated by Davis. If the children were in there, he couldn't hear them. But then again, they would most likely be tied up with their mouths taped shut.

Either way, if Marc saved Molly, and he found the kids before the rest of the gang, he'd do all he can to get them back safe and alive.

Molly Maltese
Molly Maltese
Old Shoe

Jan-13-2010 17:56

"You know, you really are quite surly for someone I've done a favor for." Molly said, crossing her knees. Davis had tied her hands behind her back, and she sat in a low chair. "I figured you'd at least be nice about all this."

"Shut it!" Davis roared, and kicked the bottom of her chair. It caused her to jerk, and she winced at the painful motion. She squinted her eyes at Davis.

"You know, you look quite familiar. You didn't come to my apartment and work me over, did you?" she inquired. "You hit like a girl."

He slapped her across the face and after a moment of furious blinking, she sighed. "Yep, it was you."

He hissed something and then froze, thinking. Suddenly he smiled. "You're coming with me!"

He grabbed at the knot securing her wrists, and she yelped. "I do not bend that way!"

He pulled out a knife and held it to her throat, looking around frantically. Molly realized he thought he was being watched.

Quickly and silently they hustled along, Molly struggling against his tight grip. He had a car waiting outside, and he shoved her inside.

"You and I, we're for Iraq, girlie." he sneered, and Molly inched up the car door, pulling herself into a seated position. Her mind raced.

If I could just get there before anything terrible goes down, she thought, I may be able to stall...whatever happens to them, or maybe protect them in some way!

Grimly she stared out the window, as close to praying as she ever was.

M. Lacrimosa
M. Lacrimosa
Sleuth About Town

Jan-15-2010 20:55

Marc was crouched in the air vents watching as Molly was led out of the room. When the door close, he opened the vent and jumped down to the ground. He felt a bit of pain jolt through his feet. After all, he was still wearing dress shoes with is suit. Shoes like that aren't made to jumped in. Marc stood up and brushed the dust off his clothes. Quietly, he opened the door, and stepped out.

He could here them walking and so he followed the sound of the footsteps. As he rounded a corner, he saw them making their way to an exit. Marc stepped inside the shadows once again being able to be unseen. As he watched Molly, get shoved inside a car, he heard Davis say something about going to Iraq.

Iraq? But why? It didn't matter. The car started to drive away. Marc paused but only for a second. There was no time to tell the others. He watched the next car approach. He swung the door open and pulled the driver out.

"I need your car," Marc said as the driver fell to the ground. The man started screaming incoherent words at Marc, but Marc ignored him as he drove off following Davis.

He followed them to the docks. Marc stuck to the crowed of people boarding the ship. He watched in shock as Molly was dragged out of the car and drug up on to the ship.

He had to act quickly. He ran up the loading dock and made his way onto the ship.

The others! Marc forgot once again. The ship was about to leave! He pushed the thoughts away. If they found the kid's, then great. Marc needed to get Molly back. He wasn't about to let something bad happen to a friend.

He saw, Molly again but only for a second as she was being herded Davis. Marc followed them down a hallway. He made sure no one was around when he drew his pistol. He slowly approached Davis from behind with his gun drew. Molly looked up and saw him and Marc quickly put his index finger to his mouth signaling her to stay quiet.

Slowly, Marc leveled the gun to Davis' head and pulled the hammer back. (Cont..)

M. Lacrimosa
M. Lacrimosa
Sleuth About Town

Jan-15-2010 20:59

Davis froze in front of his door and stopped fumbling with the key to unlock it. There was a silence between the three of them for a moment.

Marc felt the tug of the ship as it began to leave the dock. There was no turning back now. Marc, along with Molly, was on his way to Iraq. "Slowly, I want you to open your door."

Davis reached for the knob and turned it. As the door began to open, Marc kicked Davis in the back. Davis flew through the door and landed face first on the ground. He turned back around ready to get up and fight. Marc stepped over Davis and punched him in the face, knocking him unconscious. A fist was the last thing Davis saw before the lights went out.

Marc turned around and picked Molly up and helped her to her feet.

"Are you okay?" he asked.

Molly Maltese
Molly Maltese
Old Shoe

Jan-15-2010 21:08

Molly winced. "Yeah, more or less. Would you like, tie him up or something?"

She limped into the bathroom and unwound the bandages around her hand, wrinkling her nose in disgust as she looked at her busted digits, now practically blackened with bruising.

"That's attractive." She didn't even bother looking at the mass of bruises and broken bones under her clothing. It would just depress her.

"Alright, we need to figure out a game plan. I'd suggest a telegram to our friends but I haven't the faintest idea where they are now." Molly said, sitting down gingerly on the edge of the bed.

Vulkie3
Vulkie3
Haynes

Jan-16-2010 11:04

"It's blood" Albert said. "The word Iraq is shown and a sun... Any idea Henry?" Albert asked, looking at Heimlich...

Vulkie looked at Heimlich. Heimlich was thinking, hard. "Iraq... Sun... what does that all mean...." Heimlich said loud and everyone wondered. "Where's Molly?" Joseph asked and Anais asked : "Where's Marc?"

As everyone looked around, they couldn't find Molly and Marc. "Where's Davis? He's gone!" Anais said, pointing to where Davis was laying a few minutes ago.

As the detectives made their way out of the building, they saw Marc pulling a man out of a car, saying : "I need your car" and immediately drove off.

"Where's he heading?" Anais wondered loud, but Vulkie pointed to her own car. "Come on all. We'll follow him!" Vulkie shouted and Heimlich, Joseph, Anais, Albert and Riza stepped in Vulkie's car and Vulkie behind the steering wheel.

Vulkie started the car and immediately drove off, speeding her way towards Marc. "What's he up to, he's running through red lights!" Joseph shouted and Vulkie grinned. "What he can do, I can do also!" Vulkie said and drove through the red light, crossing the cross-over point. Cars immediately braked and slipped, as Vulkie made her way through.

***The docks***

"He's heading for a boat!" Riza shouted and Vulkie looked, as she stopped the car. "Quickly, the boat is leaving!" Anais yelled and everyone ran towards the boat.

"We're not going to make it" Heimlich said, breathing heavily and clamping himself on a pole.

"Not if you're sticking to this pole, we ain't" Albert said and pulled Heimlich with him.

Just then, the boat left. "Great, we just missed them!" Vulkie shouted angrily. "Henry, the clue... Think, Henry, think!!!" Albert said, pressuring Heimlich. And just then, Heimlich smiled. "I know the solution" Heimlich said and everyone waited for a reply...

Heimlich VonVictor
Heimlich VonVictor
Vigilante

Jan-24-2010 12:05

Mesopotamian in origin, and crafted in the cradle of civilization, that had to be it! Heimlich opened his mouth to speak, but caught himself. If he said those words, it meant that his fate was sealed, but if he didn't, Valerie and Josèe would die.

"The Temple of the Sun," he said finally, "in Iraq. It's where the Eyes were supposedly crafted. It must be the only place that their power works. If you get on a boat now, you may still be able to catch them."

"You may?" Anais asked, "What do you mean you may? We're in this together Heimlich."

"No," Heimlich replied, "this is none of me. It's never been any of me, and I can't have any part in it."

Joseph grabbed Heimlich by the collar. "You coward! You yellow, selfish, coward!" he shouted, "These are children we're talking about here!"

"Get off me!" Heimlich shouted as he shoved Joseph back, "You have no idea! You haven't been a father to Josèe for most of her life anyway. Face it Joseph, you're an opportunist with no redeeming graces!"

Joseph dropped his hands and stood with his mouth agape in shock. Heimlich began to storm off, but felt an arm grab him by the shoulder. He was spun around by an angry looking Anais.

"That was uncalled for Heimlich!" she said angrily, "What is your problem? You know he hasn't been given a chance, and he's the best friend you've ever had!"

"Anais," Heimlich said urgently, "I can't be near any of you anymore. I need to go away. A curse follows me, and it will kill everyone I love if I don't go somewhere else."

"You're not cursed Heimlich!" Anais said, "Even if you were, you're not alone! Maybe years ago this lone wolf stunt would have worked, but it's not going to work today. Not since you became Uncle Heimie. Not since you opened yourself up. You don't do it alone anymore."

He throught back to Thomas' words. "You poison all that come close to you. Those closest to you will come to peril at your hand." Maybe this was what he meant.

Heimlich VonVictor
Heimlich VonVictor
Vigilante

Jan-24-2010 12:14

Perhaps he was destined to drive those closest to him away. He nodded. He would do everything he could to prevent that. If his destiny was to die saving children, then so be it. He returned to the group and saw them casting daggers his way.

"Joseph I'm sorry," he said, "I lost my temper. I thought I was alone, but the truth is that none of us are."

Joseph nodded, but did not speak or give any sign of forgiveness.

"We need a boat," Heimlich continued, "preferably something fast. If we can't catch the boat, then we need to get across the Atlantic as soon as possible. Joseph I know you can get one through the FBI. Anyone else have any better ideas?"

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