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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.”


Heimlich VonVictor
Heimlich VonVictor

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?"

Riza Hawkeye
Riza Hawkeye
First Nomad

Jan-24-2010 20:01

Riza stood by and watched the scene unfold before her. She shook her head as she watched Heimlich walk away, as she remembered.…

She shook her head. “Ok guys, we need to get to Iraq right now.” A sidelong look at Joseph told her they wouldn’t be expecting any favors from him anytime soon. “Come with me,” she commanded, and led the group down the street.

Fifteen minutes later they arrived in front of a large, decrepit looking warehouse. “You guys wait here.”

Riza walked over to the door on the side and gave it three sharp kicks with her stilettos. “It’s me! I need a favor!”

Three seconds later a small eye slit in the door slid aside, revealing a pair of grey menacing eyes. A few murmurs were exchanged. Riza beckoned the others over. Anais ran over immediately, followed by Heimlich, Vulkie, and Albert. Joseph lagged behind the group, staring at the back of Heim’s head.

The door opened. They entered into the darkness. “I can’t see anyth--” Anais started. A soft click sounded as a single lightbulb was turned on. A collective gasp erupted from the group.

“This,” Riza gestured while smirking, “Is our ride to Iraq.” A small plane stood in the middle of the warehouse, looking just big enough to fit eight people. Its silvery coating shone in the dim light.

Riza Hawkeye
Riza Hawkeye
First Nomad

Jan-24-2010 20:02

***The “Airstrip”***

“Alright, everybody get in!” the grizzled pilot shouted over the roar of the plane’s engine. “Come on, don’t keep me waiting!”

Joseph looked around. “This is just an empty plot of ground! How are we supposed to take off from here? It’s dangerous!” he protested.

“It’s this or nothing,” Heim said resignedly. “We need to get the Temple of the Sun as soon as possible if we’re going to save the girls.” His face looked gaunt.

Everyone looked at each other, nodded their heads in assent, then piled into the small plane and took their seats. “Seatbelts!” the pilot belted once he shut the door, quite unnecessarily.

The mood was tense as the plane took off. Riza had a feeling that the risky takeoff wasn’t the main cause. Anis shrieked as the wheels hit little rocks along the ground, causing the plane to jilt multiple times.

But the mood lightened and sighs of relief were heard as the plane successfully launched into the air and made its way to Iraq. They were on their way to save the girls. Riza smiled.


Jan-25-2010 03:54

As Vulkie seated her belt, sitting next to Albert, the engines were starting to warm up.

"How exciting Henry. You wouldn't believe, but I've never flown with an airplane!" Albert said, looking at Heimlich.

Heimlich immediately turned away, facing the sidewindow, watching out of it.

Riza sat next to Heimlich, watching him out of the corner of her eyes. With her other eye, she watched the pilot handling the plane.

Just then, the plane started to "ride". Anais shrieked as the wheels hit little rocks along the ground.

"Don't worry Anais. This'll be a bit bumpy, but from then on, we'll manage fine!" Riza said, nodding at her. Anais was relieved by Riza's calming words, but still, she knew she had a far way to go. Just like all the others.

***3 hours later***

"Ehmmm, people..." the pilot began. Just remember, when the pilot begins with "Ehmmm, people", you can always expect trouble!.

"People, we have a small situation over here... The gas is up, we are now flying on reserves. It's still 15 minutes to Iraq, just hold on... We'll manage" the pilot said and everyone looked at eachother

"Gas up?" Heimlich said loud, followed by Joseph : "Flying on reserves"?, who was then followed by Vulkie with : "15 minutes? We'll die!"

***15 minutes later***

As the plane "landed" safely at the "airstrip" of Iraq, everyone made a "pfieuw" sound. The reserves were enough to cover the 15 minutes.

"Riza..." Vulkie began, looking at her. Riza was already standing up, looking at Vulkie, replying with : "Yes?"

"If Heimlich ever asks, if anyone has a better idea... Just don't react, please" Vulkie said. Riza immediately let out a laugh.

"Well, we at least made it here... We may have a headlength start. The Order of Socrates could arrive any moment in Iraq" Riza said.

Everyone got out of the plane, into the bright sun light.

"So, where to now?" Vulkie asked, waiting for a reply...

Joseph Zeo
Joseph Zeo
Tale Spinner

Jan-28-2010 04:55

"We need to travel to the ruined city of Hatra, where the Temple of the Sun is located." Heimlich replied reluctantly. The old man seemed removed since he come out from the fortune teller back in New York. Zeo had no idea why, and he wouldn't care less. What Heimlich accused of Zeo was unforgivable, but they needed to put everyone's head together now in order to save the girls. Nothing else mattered at that moment.

With Zeo's bureau contact, he managed to lock in a local guide with 2 large army jeeps. The arabic man arrived 20 minutes after Zeo made the call. He introduced himself as Azzem and wore a typical shemagh. The lean man opened a large case at the back of his jeep and showed the group a good supply of water, Khubz flatbread... and rifles. Vulkie took one out and tried it for the feel.

"The British military presence here in Bagdad is strong, but it dwindles as we head North. Iraq is in the middle of a coup, so we cannot be too careful." Azzam explained, waving at the firearms and ammunitions.

"How far is the temple?" Albert asked; he began to sweat profusely in the noon day heat.

"It is in the Al-Jazīrah region, 180 miles northwest of here. It will take a good half a day's drive to get there."

"Then why are we wasting our time standing around?" Riza said nonchalantly. The group then moved out, with Azzem driving one jeep and Zeo the other.

The road grew bumpier as they move farther from the city. Anais sat next to the driver's seat in Zeo's ride. The wind that greeted their faces was sandy and dry. They were silent for most the trip, just like the plane ride that got them to the country. The two jeeps were passing a small village. The hot sun was keeping everyone indoors. Finally Anais broke the invisible wall.

Joseph Zeo
Joseph Zeo
Tale Spinner

Jan-28-2010 05:20

"You've always been Josèe's father, even though you didn't know about her. Don't you ever think otherwise." Anais said.

Zeo was silent. He wanted to tell Anais that he love the little girl more than his own life, that he would do anything to get her back safely. Hell, he almost went against everything that he stood for, and was about to frame an innocent man (well, innocent from this theft and murder but a piece of crap nevertheless). He wanted to tell Anais so badly about how he felt, but Zeo remained silent. It had always been the same throughout his life, the most important words could never leave his mouth, no matter how hard he tried. Zeo stole a glance at the woman beside him, who still attracted his soul even with thick scarves wrapped around her head.

Anais suddenly yelled. Zeo stepped on the brake quickly. Riza who sat at the back hurled forward and hit her head on the dash board between Zeo and Anais. "What the fork was that!" Riza cursed. Then she noticed that they were 2 inches from crashing onto the jeep in front of them.

"Why did you stop, Azzem?" Anais yelled to the driver of the first jeep. They then noticed a man lying across the road, not moving. Azzem got off the car and started speaking in Arabic as he walked toward the man. As he came close, the man suddenly sprang up with a rifle and shot Azzem four times in the chest. More men appeared from the boulders around them and started to shoot at the jeeps.

Ambush! These people must think they were with the British army.

Vulkie took to driver's seat and sped away. Zeo followed closely. Riza fired at the men behind them to stop them from following the vehicles. A men leaped toward their jeep from the side, but Anais yanked him away with Riza rounding him off with a few bullets. Vulkie drove at top speed for another 15 minutes before she felt safe to stop.

"Is everyone alright?" She asked.
"We're fine." Anais replied.
"Albert's shot in the arm." Heimlich announced.

Joseph Zeo
Joseph Zeo
Tale Spinner

Jan-28-2010 05:27

"Well we don't have time to stick around." Zeo said as he looked back on the road. "We'll just have to tend to the wound as we drive on." Anais moved to the other jeep to help Heimlich with Alberts would as they continued on with their journey. Vulkie didn't dare to stop or slow down there after.

It took the group a few wrong turns and a bit of arguments as to where to go without their guide, but finally they reached the Temple of the Sun.

The ancient building stood proudly under the setting sun, with its romanesque arches and corinthian columns. The roof of the structure was long gone, and only a remnant of its former glory greeted the group. The site was dead silent. The detectives took up their guns nevertheless.

"The Order shouldn't be here yet, but always safe then sorry." Heimlich said quietly. With that, the group went on to examine the temple together.

M. Lacrimosa
M. Lacrimosa
Sleuth About Town

Feb-26-2010 08:33

Within three days Marc, Molly, and Davis arrived in Iraq. It wasn't the best trip Marc had ever been on, but it certainly wouldn't be the last in his life time. As the three of them got off the ship into the city, Molly asked, "What now?"

"Davis, start taking us to the the temple." Molly said after a short hesitation.

"It's too late. I've already told you" Davis said with a grin.

Marc pulled out his pistol and whacked Davis across the face. "Do I need to ask you?" Marc asked.

Davis complied. Within two hours after arriving into the country, they had arrived at the temple. It was empty. They went into one of the many entrances that showed a maze of hallways and doors.

"Davis," Marc said. "Lead the way," Then Marc cocked back the hammer of his revolver.

Davis led them down into a large hallway that ended at a door. Behind the door he could hear something that didn't sound right. Marc kicked Davis behind his left knee bringing him down. He put Davis' hands on his head. Then Marc reached into his pocket and pulled out a second revolver; a back up in case he ever needed one.

He shoved the pistol in Molly's hand.

"This is fully loaded. I"m about to go through that door. If I'm not out in five minutes, you shoot him. If he speaks, you shoot him. If attempts to escape, you shoot him. If he so much as twitches a finger, YOU. SHOOT. HIM." Marc said to Molly, whom nodded.

She leveled the gun down at his head.

Marc slowly reached out to the door knob and turned it. He stepped inside the dark room. Pitch black was all he could see. Pitch black was now his best friend. And he would use it to his advantage.

Molly Maltese
Molly Maltese
Old Shoe

Feb-26-2010 14:16

Molly stared down at Davis, who knelt on the floor with a thoroughly sulky expression. There was absolute silence, save for the hiss of their breathing. The gun was leveled at his head with a sure hand, but Molly presently grew aware that the air seemed rather thin in the room they were in.

Was she imagining it?

She took another breath and threw a glance at Davis, who was smiling at her. The shadows seemed to move behind him, twist and undulate in the corners of her vision. Unsettled, she blinked hard and exhaled, willing herself to pull it together.

"Head down, Davis." He complied, and she leaned against the wall, slowly lowering the gun. She had always been a bit claustrophobic, but this seemed a tad more. Maybe sleep deprivation had something to do with it. The shadows twisted towards her, creeping along the wall like black vines.

"Hallucinating." she said to herself, but her voice sounded dreamy and far away.

"You're going to die here." a voice came out of the darkness, whisper-soft.

"Shut up Davis, I don't need your nonsense." she said, pinching the bridge of her nose. Davis looked up at her, confused.

"You're weak. You can't help your friends. They're all going to die, because you're useless."

"What is that?" she demanded, squinting. Davis just looked at her with a knowing expression, and then all of a sudden he rushed her.

As if someone else was working her body, Molly's arm came up and fired three shots into his chest. Despite that she was trembling slightly, her arm was strong and sure. Davis fell to the ground, dead.

"Hm. There's my aim for you." she whispered to herself, more to fill the silence, then headed through the door after Marc, cursing her mind for playing tricks on her.

M. Lacrimosa
M. Lacrimosa
Sleuth About Town

Mar-30-2010 08:15

Marc walked through the darkness. He maybe had gone about two hundred feet through the door. A hand came from be hind him and touched him in the shoulder.

"Holy-!" Marc yelled as he jumped. He spun around quickly with his pistol out and hammer cocked back. The gun was leveled exactly mid point between the eyes of the person who touched him. It took Marc a couple of seconds to realize that the person who scared him so bad was Molly.

"It's me!" She said in a loud whisper.

Marc new then and there that Davis was dead. "Damn," He thought to himself. Davis was their only way of finding the children. But then again, Marc had a knack for dangerous things like this.

"You still have that gun?" Marc asked. Molly nodded and they headed down the hallway. There was a third set of steps coming their way.

Marc and Molly nodded at each other and hid behind some crates. One person on each side of the room. The foot steps got louder and louder as each second passed by. In less that twenty seconds from first hearing the steps, that person was in the room. Marc slowly stood up and approached the person from behind.

He placed the gun behind the figure's head. "Slowly turn around," Marc said quietly.

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