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Molly Maltese
Molly Maltese
Old Shoe

Jul-6-2015 11:19

New York, 1938
St. Regis Hotel
Rooftop Nightclub

"So there I was, staring down a barrel INCHES from death...and I told the man, 'darling REALLY, if you simply must shoot me do allow me to remove my earrings. They are Cartier, you know." Molly Maltese paused to take a sip of her Red Snapper, popping the olive neatly between her cherub lips before gnashing it to a pulp. "And the man was quite flummoxed, he said- I say, is that Riza Hawkeye?"

She rose, the group of rapt men in tuxedos and women in glittering dresses and furs murmuring their protests as she wended through their knees. But the apparition she was quite sure had been Riza Hawkeye had vanished in the crowd of New York socialites populating the exclusive terrace.

"Well, this place is a bit ritzy for Riza." she murmured, fairly certain her old acquaintance didn't make a habit of populating social-climbing fetes. And she reasoned, any time Riza had appeared before it was hardly ever for a pleasant cause. Well, maybe that was unfair. It just seemed she was more the swirl-of-furs-and-stiletto-daggers type than a frothy socializer like Molly herself.

Peering around, Molly saw nothing but the shadowed faces of revelers partially cloaked in the smoky haze. She had just been about to give up and go back to her companions when the most shocking hubbub began. Over on the north part of the terrace, she could distinctly hear the shouts of men and panicked screeching of females. Moving forward, she could just make out..

"Did you see... The Ambassador... who could have... murder! Someone has pushed the Ambassador off the building!" Molly picked up speed, expertly weaving through the crowd of panicked voices. Sirens already began to sound twenty stories below. Just as she grasped the ledge and looked over, an all too familiar voice sounded in her left ear.

"Oh hello there, old friend. Lovely breeze out today."

Before her stood Riza Hawkeye herself, looking utterly unruffled as several ladies fainted behind her.


Ed Carlyle
Ed Carlyle

Aug-5-2015 19:19

"This man here," John said, "is Our suspect. He refuses to give us his name, but he was identified by a witness who saw him at the crime seen."

"I ain't done nuttin!" He yelled at Edward.

"What's your name?" Edward asked

The man said nothing. Edward leaned in close the man. "I'm going to ask you one more time and if you don't answer me, you're really going to hate me. Now, what is your name?"

Still no response.

"Jasper, get in here, right now!" Edward yelled. Jasper walked in and shut the door silently

Edward nodded at Jasper, who walked behind the man, grabbing is hand. In one quick motion, he snapped the man's finger, causing him to let out a scream that could curl anyone's hair.

"Answer the question, boy!" John screamed.

"I swore an oath! Go to hell! I'm not saying g anything until I get a lawyer! You bastards! "I'll-" he was cut short when John hit him with a baton, knocking him unconscious. "Right," he said. "We'll get him medical attention, and a lawyer and try it again later. Richard?"

He nodded and Richard grabbed the man and carried him back to his cell.

"I've got one more thing to show you," John said.

Edward followed him to evidence lock up. John opens up the gate leading to large room, full of shelves and boxes, each labeled with a name and date. Each box had a clipboard and paper for everyone who handled it, to sign.

He led Edward to a box on the farthest side of the room. "We found this on the body." He reached into the box and pulled out a rose button with an S.

"We believe it's part of an organization called Sphinx, who carries out political assassinations. "

Edward furrowed his eyebrows. "Sphinx?" He asked. A local gang? Or something much more?

Later that night Edward found himself pacing in his hotel room. He was alone, finally, where he could sit down and just think. But he couldn't sit. Thinking about this case was keeping him awake.

Ed Carlyle
Ed Carlyle

Aug-5-2015 19:27

He reached inside the pocket of his coat, grabbing his silver flask, and chugged the rest of the gin, hoping it would knock him out for the night, to no avail. He opened his door and looked around, making sure it was clear. He headed downstairs to the bar, hoping a drink their would calm his nerves.

Sphinx, he thought. He heard that name before, but where? Edward ordered scotch on the rocks and the bartender slammed the glass on the table, startling Edward, who was lost in thought.

Am I over analyzing this? He asked himself. He shook his head and finished his drink. "Looking for some company?" A female voice asked.

He turned and faced her, seeing the face of his ex wife. He blinked a couple of times and shook his head. The whiskey? wasn't her. If was someone else. She sat down next to him and started a conversation.

Before he knew it, they were both drunk, and stumbled back into his hotel room.


Aug-9-2015 17:39

As the detectives thought and thought, it seemed as if nobody could come up with a great safehouse the detectives could hide at for the next couple of days; at least, until the deal was taking place.

Then, it suddenly struck Vulkie. How could she forget? "Guys" Vulkie carefully began, as everyone in the main dining room eyed her, "I know a place. I am not sure how safe it is, but it is only known to me. Now, I'm absolutely sure we can stay there until at least saturday." Vulkie added.

"Sounds good to me." Marc said. "Good job Vulkie." Riza said, nodding her head. "Well, if we must depart this comfortable place, I suppose we should make due now." Molly added.

"Luckily, I still got the car keys for the Rolls Royce Molly." Vulkie said, while tossing the keys over to Riza. "You drive. I really, really could use some shuteye if you don't mind. Here's the address" Vulkie added, while marking the spot on the map that Marc had quickly scooped up from the living room table. As the detectives loaded their luggage into the Rolls Royce, they got into the car and went on their way to their new safehouse.

*** The New Safehouse ***

After a somewhat uneasy 20 minutes of driving, Riza parked the car. "Are you sure this is the place Vulkie?" Riza asked, poking Vulkie carefully. As she opened her eyes and rubbed them to get rid of the sleepiness, she looked around and smiled. "Yes, this is the place. Definitely from what I remember" Vulkie replied.

The detectives got out of their car and admired their new safehouse. Sure, it wasn't as swanky and luxurious as their old safehouse, but there was enough room for them to be safe at the least. It used to be Vulkie's parents's old vacation home.

"Mind opening the door?" Marc mumbled, while Molly placed her third suitcase into his arms. "Oh, watch it Marc... that one carries all my expensive items.." Molly said, while patting Marc on the back to move him forward towards the safehouse...

*cont in next post*


Aug-9-2015 17:48

If it weren't for Riza, who quickly intervened and stepped in front of him and held him back. "Careful Marc" she said, while looking at the stack of suitcases he was carrying.

As Vulkie held her laugh in, she kneeled down and rumbled through her purse, finally finding what she needed - a lockpick set. Due to her parents not bequathing her the Cairo vacation home keys, she needed to get inside a different way.

2 minutes later and a lot of swearing, she finally managed to get the door open. As the detectives entered, the first thing that welcomed them was a layer of dust on everything that was placed into the main hall.

"Well, you know what they say... mi casa es su casa.." Vulkie began, and she quickly helped Marc with the bags.

As the detectives got seated in the main living room, Molly noticed that a small mouse sped it's way through the room. She almost let out a shriek, before Riza pulled out a dagger and threw the dagger right at the mouse, ending his life swiftly. "Well, now that that's taken care of... I suggest that we might as well begin to start planning our observation for the meeting this saturday." Riza said, while Marc placed the map in front of the detectives.

"As you can see, there are a couple of exits for the park. Here and here" Riza said, marking them. "Now, I suggest we do it as following. Since it's taking place at 10 pm, the park will be deserted for most we know. It will not be unusual to see someone having a stroll with their precious dog through the park, as the dog still needs to get rid of it's crap of the day that was build up. What I recommend, since we have only two days left, is that we scout the park and observe anything particular. Especially the location where the money needs to be dropped of. If all goes according to plan, we should have a couple of options." Riza said, while looking at the detectives one at a time...

*cont in next post..*


Aug-9-2015 17:57

"Option Nr. 1 is that we break into a nearby, hopefully abandoned building, that has an excellent view of the meeting place and especially where the money needs to be dropped off by Willie. Our only problem at that point is, that we can't intervene as quickly as we could if we were actually there in the park." Riza said.

"Option Nr. 2 is that we place someone of our little group into the park. Don't worry, don't worry." Riza shushed, "that person will be in a proper enough disguise to not be recognized. A new wig, some glasses, a new outfit - we'll have a fair chance at it. Now then, that person would walk a dog or sit on a bench, reading a newspaper. In that position, we could intervene quickly if necessary and help Willie out if he's still present." Riza said.

"Option Nr. 3 is that we go in guns blazing?" Marc said, grinning as he placed his gun on the table.

"That is a viable option Marc. But we would endanger Willie's life immediately if we would do that." Vulkie replied, staring at Marc with her eyebrow raised. She knew Marc was always ready to be involved into a gunfight, but this required some subtlety.

"What is option Nr. 3 Riza?" Molly asked. As Riza stared at the detectives, she sat down on a chair and said: "Well, those are the options I had come up with so far. I'll have a think about it, but our first order of business should be to go to the park tomorrow and observe. Where is the drop off point exactly, are there any surprises that could await us.. that sorta stuff." Riza replied to Molly.

"I suggest everyone catches some shuteye - tomorrow is gonna be a long day" Vulkie said. "There is a bedroom for each of you; I'll sleep here on the couch. There's one bathroom, but you'll have to play nice and share it tomorrow." Vulkie added, as she grinned.

As the detectives went up to their rooms, Vulkie lay down on the couch and placed her hands on her face...

*cont in next post*


Aug-9-2015 18:05

As Vulkie placed her hands in front of face, she sighed heavily and thought to herself: "I never, EVER, thought I would come back to this place... not after what happened..".

It didn't take quite long for Vulkie to fall asleep. As the night passed, she went from dream to dream. Until that one dream came along again.

A shot could be heard; an alarm; hurrying footsteps. Vulkie tried to run away as fast as she could, while looking down into her right hand, in which she carried a necklace that was worth at least $50.000,- . The smell of the sea was still vivid in her dream, another shot could be heard. Pain in her right shoulder could be felt, as she dove off the docks into the fresh sea...

Vulkie woke up immediately and sat up straight, as Marc walked in with a cup of coffee. It was already daylight.

"Morning." Marc began, handing Vulkie the cup of coffee. "It's not my best brew, but I tried, from what little supplies your parents still had left here.." Marc added.

Vulkie tasted the coffee.. It wasn't that bad, but the grinded beans had tasted better probably if they were grinded at least a year or two ago.

Marc sat down, next to Vulkie. As Vulkie opened her mouth, Marc did so as well. Vulkie was surprised by that for a split second and Marc as well. "You go first.." Vulkie began. "No, no, ladies first..." Marc replied.

"Ok... Marc, I'm sorry for what I said. But I really meant what I said back at the safehouse. I did not fully approve of your and Riza's interrogation style. Even if it were needed, you could've persuaded him in a different way.." Vulkie began.

Marc got up and stared out of the window. "You can twist it how you want, Vulkie, but it was necessary. He was working for an organization that didn't shy itself from murdering Ambassadors in public, in broad daylight and such. If we hadn't done what we did, we might've never gotten the information. He was a tough nut to crack, your friend... but eventually, he caved in... like they always do.." Marc said


Aug-9-2015 18:12

"What happened during those three years that you were away? You're a different person than I remember.." Vulkie said. "You've become... colder, more distant... be careful Marc... for if you don't watch your steps, you might just lose what is precious to you.." Vulkie added.

As Marc opened his mouth to reply, he shut it immediately, staring back through the window again... thinking back of what happened during his lifetime career as a detective, that culminated into a death of someone that was a dear friend of his...

"There you are, darlings.." Molly said, glaring at the detectives. "I hope I didn't intrude in your little Tête à Tête - but we are burning daylight and we should really begin with our observation of the park." she added.

As Vulkie observed Molly, she could see that she had donned herself with an extravagant white sun hat with a bow on top of it and some sunglasses. Riza quickly stood besides Molly.

"Here, you drive this time." Riza said, throwing back the keys. "You've had your shuteye for today.." she added.

As the detectives got into the car, they made sure to check the street. They still couldn't shake the feeling that, if they were found at Hassan's hideout / safehouse, they could be found at a simple place like this as well. Vulkie started the car and the detectives went on their way, towards the park, to start their observation and careful planning...


Aug-9-2015 19:42

If it weren't for Riza, who quickly intervened and stepped in front of him and held him back. "Careful Marc" she said, while looking at the stack of suitcases he was carrying. => 2nd part, meant to be put in front: Marc almost fell down on the ground - sorry for the confusion *

Ed Carlyle
Ed Carlyle

Aug-11-2015 17:26

Edward awoke at the first crack of sunlight through his hotel window. He grabbed his head and rolled over, facing the no named blonde he took to bed last night. She was still sleeping. Quietly he cleaned himself up, got dressed, and gatherered the rest of his men.

--London Scotland Yard office--

Their foot steps echoed. down the tiled hallway. All four men walked in a diamond formation, with Edward in the front. They were met once again, by John MacTavish.

"Gentlemen," he greeted them, extending his arm and shaking Edwards hand. "We've got our man here and ready for interrogation. Boss man only wants a couple of people in there. He feels if all of us go in, he'll clam up and we'll be screwed."

Edward nodded and he and MacTavish entered the room, facing the young man, now with his hand wrapped in a bandage.

"We're going to try this one more time," Edward said as he sat down.


"You're apart of Sphinx?" Edward asked.

Silence again.

"You know," Edward said. "You're really starting to PISS ME OFF!"

Edward stood up, knocking his chair over. He grabbed the table by one of its ends and flipped it upside down. He raised his foot and kicked the man in the chest, not only knocking the breath out of him, but also sending him to the ground. Hos head hit the floor with a loud splat.

Edward grabbed him by the scruff of his shirt and picked him up, slamming him against the wall.

"You think you're so tough?" The man yelled back, his accent now clear, also being from Scotland. "Sphinx is everywhere! We see all!" He yelled. "You want answers?! Do not trust even your closest allies!"

Edward backed away burrowing his brow. John tried to step forward but Ed stopped him. The man continued. "You hit me like a man. But you meddle like a boy. You and those who follow will die!"

He bit down on something in his mouth , causing a pop to be heard in the room. "No!" Ed screamed as he ran forward to catch the man as he collapsed-

Ed Carlyle
Ed Carlyle

Aug-11-2015 17:36

foaming at his moth and gasping for air. Within seconds he expired.

Edward pried his mouth open. The smell was obvious. "Cyanide," he said to John.

"Damnit!" Edward screamed flinging the body. He slammed the door open and walked out to his men.

"Someone get us tickets to Shanghai. The ambassador that was killed was from there. Mellish, send a telegram to headquarters. Tell them everything is...FUBAR. And we'll get in contact from Shanghai asap. John we'll need your help, but from here. Can you get us all you can from Sphinx, and send it to Shanghai, via telegram as well?"

John nodded.

The next morning he and his team boarded the train for a long ride to China.

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