The O'Leary Family Mob (With changes)
Sleuth About Town
Who can join: Anyone (reading Reformed Burglars Never Rest would be nice)
Golden Rule: No 'moving' or speaking for someone else's characters unless you have previously talked about it.(That's basic netiquette)
Plus, I'd like (that's not a rule, though) that off topics would come marked in some of the following ways:
OFF - X, have you read my PM?
No need to ask to join, just post. The O'Learies are all NPC's, so anyone can 'move' or speak for them. Any doubts, feel free to pm me.
"Elizabeth, there is one thing wrong with your plan," Marc said. "Although I'm obliged to help you, I have my own fears of this."
In truth, he did have his fears. "There are too many questions," Marc said.
"What do you mean?" She asked.
"The Silver Ring of The Druids. What do we say to the directors when one of them finds it is missing?" Marc asked. He continued on, "Joseph Zeo works for the FBI and the feds are going to find out somehow, and he's going to end up chasing us. Do you realize I'm going against everything I stand for?"
Elizabeth stopped with a blank look.
"I'll help you if it means taking this bastard out, but my two problems are the directors, and Zeo. He'll end up being the one to have to find us. Last night James said that Tim is still in Ireland. It will be at least three more days before he gets back." Marc said.
There was a moment of silence before she spoke again.
Sleuth About Town
Elizabeth let out a deep sigh. After a moment of silence, she spoke again, in a tired voice.
"James lied. Tim is nowhere near Ireland. He is right here, in a location I happen to know too well."
She sighed again and stood up, pacing around the room.
"The Ring won't be missing for long. Just a day, or so. And whatever happens, I'll take full responsibility. You can't be blamed. You can say I blackmailed, threatened, or whatever clears your name. I don't mind."
She took a pause and considered the Zeo/FBI issue.
"As for Zeo, I really hope he can stay out of it. But in any case, the feds will assume I'm the one to blame. With my past and all. So, you'll probably be enrolled as a witness. Maybe a victim, even. And all you have to do is tell the truth - that it was all my idea."
She sat back on the chair and looked up.
"See, Marc, I don't expect to off Tim and get on with my life. I know I'll get caught. But everyone else will have a chance. The only possibility I see is to finish that man off. For all of us. If I have to pay for it then, so be it. But I can't do that on my own."
At this point, Molly finished her errands and returned to the agency. She gave a curt nod at Marc and Elizabeth, then turned her attentions to Annabelle in the corner.
"Have you behaved?" she asked, and Annabelle nodded sweetly, smiling at the guilty expressions of the other two detectives.
"Very well, I believe we have some down time now, so what say you and I go get an ice cream?" Molly asked, but Annabelle shook her head and tugged on Molly's coat to get her to bend down.
"No, is it true you have treasures here?" she asked, lisping in a perfect imitation of childish wonder. None the wiser, Molly nodded and asked if she'd like to see them.
"Do you know their names?" Annabelle asked as she followed her mother, a tiny smile spreading over her lips. She had one in mind, one bargaining chip...
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