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Nine Lives
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Molly Maltese
Molly Maltese
Old Shoe

May-9-2012 18:06

The office door slammed against the wall with a bang, and papers swirled restlessly across the desks of the darkened room. He looked up from his bottle of gin, bleary eyes just registering the figure outlined in the doorway. It was tall, and from the cast of the hips and tucked in-waist silhouetted in the black trench, it was a woman. She stood on black stilettos, and a black snood concealed her hair from view as surely as the netted veil did her face.

"Who is that?" he asked nervously, squinting his eyes. There was a pause, and then the figure moved forward, legs, hips rolling smoothly in an unmistakable way. He paled; rearing back in the chair so that it almost fell. He righted it with a clatter, fingers shaking.

"A ghost?" he breathed, suddenly terrified. Was the moonshine bad? Giving him the jake- was he hallucinating? The black ensemble of the woman suddenly seemed more foreboding than chic. "You...I thought you were dead!"

She moved forward, just inches away from him in the dim lamplight. Slowly, black satin-clad hands lifted up, grasped the edge of the veil, and pulled it back. Her glossy red lips shone in a vulpine smirk in the light.

"I never die. Nine lives, you know." Molly Maltese breathed in her sotto voice. "I've been to the end of the world, my dear, and I've brought back the case to end all cases for you."


Molly Maltese
Molly Maltese
Old Shoe

Jun-28-2012 21:16

*Note: Please disregard where it says "Excellent. Then we're done, aren't we? We've got the piece." Vulkie said excitedly, but frowned when Molly shook her head. "What else is there left to do? Surely you don't expect us to go after Billings. Look at the state youre in! The state of Riza, who is with child! You cannot keep expending us for your personal vendetta!"

Vulkie did not say this, rather- Marc said it.


Jun-29-2012 05:23

As Vulkie woke up and went downstairs, everyone was already seated. She was promptly handed a cup of coffee by Marc and sat down. Vulkie was surprised to see Molly sitting up, since she still had to recover. But Molly was persistant to be around, to ensure everything went the right way as she wanted it to.

"We've got bigger fish to fry" Molly began, on which Joseph reacted by saying "The list?". Molly then took a long measured look at Joseph and suddenly produced something from her lap. It was the Ankh that they had been searching for from the beginning. Molly explained that Corelli had picked it up on their way out.

"Excellent. Then we're done, aren't we? We've got the piece." Marc said excitedly, but frowned when Molly shook her head. "What else is there left to do? Surely you don't expect us to go after Billings. Look at the state youre in! The state of Riza, who is with child! You cannot keep expending us for your personal vendetta!"

Suddenly, Vulkie was lost into thoughts. Riza... with child? And then it all fitted together. Flashbacks ensued before her eyes, on the boat, the throwing up, Riza almost cutting up and rubbing her belly. It all made sense.

"I state once and for all, I have no idea that Billings crafted A fake Ankh. He must have done it in secret. No other Helfire Club members I met heard about it either, or at least they haven't mentioned it. Now, will you let me do my share or that you rather I return to the pit of Helfire? It's up to you." Joseph said, which made Vulkie snap back into reality.

"You... you all knew Riza had a child?" Vulkie asked, while looking around. Each and every face in the room looked towards her, while some people tried to look away and some had a questioned look on her face.

"I... I can't seriously believe this. You withheld information from me too? God knows what could've happened to Riza and her child!" Vulkie shouted, while Molly shushed her... (cont.)


Jun-29-2012 05:28

"We meant to tell you, but due to events and bad timings.." Molly began, but Vulkie slammed her fist on the table. "I DON'T CARE! It's the fact that you all knew something that could impact this case heavily and you all chose, for your own reasons, to withhold it from me? How can I TRUST ALL OF YOU?" Vulkie shouted, while looking at the detectives seated in the room.

"Look, I know this isn't the ideal situation. It's out now, ok. But we've got to carry on." Molly replied coldly, while staring at Vulkie. Vulkie stared rightly back at her. "I'm risking my goddamn life for you and that precious Ankh, just because I got promised the case of my life. And I also did it for our friendship!" Vulkie added. As Vulkie was picking a cigarette from her handbag, the detectives were all silent. Marc produced a fire, to light it up for her. "Thanks" she mumbled, while inhaling the smoke and blowing it out of her nostrils.

"Ok, so just remind me. Who are we up against to and what needs to be done?" Vulkie asked, while one of the detectives began to explain...


Jun-29-2012 11:43

"We were at the list that Molly wrote" Marc said towards Vulkie. "What list?" Vulkie asked curiously.

A list was shoved over her way and she began to read through it:

1. Who is Carla Kane actually and who does she work for? An arrow was pointing towards Circle of Light
2. Who is William Jackson, encircled with an arrow pointing to the name Billings
3. Where did Jack escape to? A dagger was drawn next to his name.
4. Helfire Club, with exclamation marks all near it.

"Since you are incapacitated at the moment Molly, Marc and I will take care of Carla Kane" Vulkie said, while shoving the list back towards Molly. Marc looked at Vulkie and nodded his head. "I just need to get ready and we'll get onto her in no time!" Vulkie added.

As Vulkie went upstairs, she could faintly hear Molly say "and as to the rest, what are you gonna do while you're here?.

When Vulkie reached her room at the safehouse, she opened her suitcase and got her Colt M1911 out. She checked the magazine, made sure it was secure again into it's slot and stored it in her handbag.

"I'm ready whenever you are Vulkie" Marc said, while he was standing in the doorway. He produced a set of car keys. As the two detectives went down, they went over their plan. The plan was to stake out the Museum and see when Carla would leave it and then tail her towards her location. If it was a nice and quiet location, they would get out their car and follow her and ambush her nearby, when she would leave again from that place.

"I'll drive" Vulkie said, while she got the car keys thrown towards her. And so, the two detectives went towards the Museum, to see what Carla Kane was up to now, and more importantly, who she really is...

*** At the Museum, 2 hours later ***

"There she goes!" Marc hissed, while pointing towards Carla. Carla got into a black cab, and the detectives followed her, until the cab stopped into a part of London known as Whitechapel...

Joseph Zeo
Joseph Zeo
Tale Spinner

Jun-29-2012 15:50

As Vulkie and Marc left the meeting, Molly turned to the rest of the group and asked, "and as to the rest, what are you gonna do while you're here?"

"I think that name William Jackson does sound familiar somehow, I might just look into it with my connections here in London." Riza replied contemplatively.

"I'll come with you." Zeo swiftly stated.

Riza's eyes narrowed, "I thought you're looking into decoding the encrypted message?"

"Well, yes, but, we can do both." Zeo explained clumsily, "I don't see why not."

"But it will take double the time, why can't we split up?" Riza queried.

"No not really.... um, decrypting the message will take my friends sometimes, so I can go to with you in the mean time. But you come with me first... it's just not safe nowadays in London."

"Oh it isn't now?" Riza crossed her arms, "I can still take care of myself, with baby or no baby."

"Did I mentioned anything about babies? I'm just saying two is better than one... Vulkie and Marc teamed up..." Zeo grappled with explanations.

"Well that's different, I'm just going to talk to my connections...."

Molly rolled her eyes up and sipped her coffee. Hiding behind her mug she smiled as the two continued to quarrel like an old couple.

Andrew Corelli
Andrew Corelli

Jul-2-2012 10:06

A couple of seconds after the engine roared and once there wasn't any doubt that Joseph and Riza where on their own way, the only sound in the nearby was a couple of birds singing, through the window Andrew Corelli saw a beautiful day.

"So... Uh... Molly, I haven't seen you since the Mayelle case, how are you?" said Corelli looking obliquely at Molly, but before she could answer, he added "Sorry, that was a really stupid question. Is there something for me in that list?"

"Corelli, what are you doing here? What's your angle on all this?"

"I'm on a job, I'm supposed to follow Zeo and report his whereabouts--" Molly raised an eyebrow, Corelli continued "--since he's working with you, I thought..."

"Who's your client?"

Corelli's jaw tightened and suddenly he sounded defensive "Miss Maltese, what's going on here? You're not the first one to ask me about it."

"We're against a criminal organization that may have the money to have a detective on his payroll, just to watch on Joseph, who is your client?"

"I don't like the way you put it, I'm just doing my job, and this time, Miss Maltese, I mean it."

Corelli left the house in his car, thinking, after a while he parked in a drugstore and asked for some change, but before he could get into the phone booth, he returned to the counter and bought antibiotics, bandages and food.

M. Lacrimosa
M. Lacrimosa

Jul-2-2012 21:37

"Ease up, Vulkie," Marc said. Vulkie had gotten slightly too close to Carla's cab. "If she suspects something, we're screwed, and we can't mess this up." Vulkie nodded and gently let off of the gas pedal.

Marc lit up a cigar. His stomach felt queasy. Not because he didn't trust Vulkie's driving, but because he hated riding in the passenger seat regardless who was driving. Turn after turn, light after light, minutes ticked by like hours and finally the cab came to a stop at a place called Whitechapel: a beautiful apartment complex for the rich and bigwigs.

Vulkie started to open the door but Marc stopped her. "Wait," he said. "Let's get take her by surprise."

"How long do we wait?"

"About ten or fifteen minutes."

Twelve minutes later, Marc took in a deep breath and finally stubbed out what was left of the cigar he had lit up. "Alright," he said, "let's do this."

The two people opened the doors and walked to the main entrance. "Excuse me," Marc said to the person behind the desk. "I'm looking for Ms. Carla Kane. I was told she lives here?"

"I can call her. What is your name?"

"No, don't call her," Marc said. "Its a surprise. We're a couple of friends of hers."

"She's in room 203."

"Thank you," Marc said, and Vulkie gave a curt nod.

Marc and Vulkie walked up the stairs, the sound from their shoes echoing off the walls from the hardwood floors. Room 203 loomed ahead, and when they got to the door, Marc banged his fist hard on the door.

"Ms. Kane?" Marc asked.

The door opened. "Yes?"

"Ms. Kane, my name is Rick Shaw, and this is my partner, Victoria. I am with Scotland Yard and we are following up on an investigation about a shootout that happened at the museum yesterday. May we come in?"

"You're American?"

"Yes," Marc said. "It's a rather long story that is not important."

Carla hesitated, looking at both of them suspiciously. "Sure," she finally said.

M. Lacrimosa
M. Lacrimosa

Jul-2-2012 21:38

She led them into the living room of her rather large apartment. "Tea?" she offered.

Marc politely declined, but Vulkie graciously took a cup. "Ms. Kane," Marc said, taking out a notepad, "we have some leads that point toward an ankh. One was stolen not too long ago. Now, we also learned that you were buying one from a Mr. William Jackson. The ankh that you almost bought was a fake."

The color slightly drained from her face. "A fake?" she asked, sounding surprised.

"Yes," Marc said. "When we looked into it, we found out that the Circle of Light is involved with this."

Carla opened her mouth, but was cut off.

"Don't interrupt me," Marc said, "We know that you are in the Green Hand, which is a dead giveaway that they are involved in this too. We know that you know the Ankh was a fake. Now, that being said, I'm willing to make you a deal."

"What kind of deal?"

"We are going after William Jackson," Vulkie said. "We have reason to believe he has the real Ankh."

"So what do you want me to do?"

"We want you to come clean with us, Ms. Kane. Who told you about the ankh, why is the Green Hand involved, why is the Circle of Light involved, what were you planning to do with it, and where is the real one?"

"You can't prove anything," she sneered.

"Who called you and talked to you about the deal?"

"I don't have to speak unless I'm under arrest."

"You're right. And we can place you under arrest if you'd like," Marc said, taking out his handcuffs. "It makes no difference to me." Marc put his cuffs away, pulled out his revolver, and cocked the hammer back. "You can either talk now, or I'll make you."

M. Lacrimosa
M. Lacrimosa

Jul-2-2012 21:39

There was always something scary about a Colt .45 revolver barrel staring you in the face. Carla stared back at the gun and broke out in a cold sweat.

"We can do this the easy way or the hard way," Vulkie said. "It's up to you."

Carla remained silent.

"Who told you about the fake Ankh?"

Carla kept her mouth shut.

"Ms. Kane, now is not the time to play games with us."

Still she sat in silence with a blank stare. It was obvious she was thinking. Marc looked at Vulkie and gave a nod. Vulkie shoved a chair under the door knob of the main door. Marc stood up. It was unethical to interrogate a woman the way he usually interrogated men. Physical contact was not an option. But psychological torture was something else.

He walked a couple circles around her while Vulkie stood in front of her watching. Marc reached into the inside of his coat pocket and pulled out a needle and syringe filled with a clear liquid.

He quickly jabbed the needle into her arm and injected the fluid before she had time to react.

"You have just been injected with 1 cc of Amobarbital, or truth serum. You refused to talk and we had to resort to this method."

"You son of a-"

"Don't waste your breath swearing at me," Marc snapped.

"Now who told about the Ankh? We know you know it was a fake, and we don't care. All I want to know is who told you about it."

"I don't know his name," she said. "He came to me, first calling me on the phone, and then in person. He was bigger man with a nasty scar on his face."

"There was a message in the fake Ankh. What did it have to do with you?"

"I knew there was a message in there, but I don't know what was said. I was attacked and tied up before the meeting. A group of three women grabbed me and tied me up."

"Did you get a look at their faces? It may help."

"No, I didn't."

"Thank you for your time," Marc said. He looked at Vulkie and the two left. When they entered the car, Vulkie turned to Marc. "Was that really truth serum?"

M. Lacrimosa
M. Lacrimosa

Jul-2-2012 21:40

Marc let out a laugh. "No, it was actually sugar water. But the psychological effect was awesome, wasn't it? To be honest, I wasn't expecting that to work."


"Yeah, but she'll never find out. Let's get out of here. Find a pay phone and figure out how to get a hold of Molly or Zeo."

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