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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.

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Vulkie3
Vulkie3
Haynes

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*

Vulkie3
Vulkie3
Haynes

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

Vulkie3
Vulkie3
Haynes

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...

Vulkie3
Vulkie3
Haynes

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.

Silence.

"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.

Arielle Zeo
Arielle Zeo

Aug-11-2015 18:51

She stood steady on the sampan, not an easy feat, considering the small, flat bottomed fishing boat was not only full of fish, flapping and gasping in the killing air, but the overwhelming number of boats in the river constantly bumped each other, making even the most experienced seamen stumble. She was getting close.

"Mademoiselle, are you sure you will be-" The fisherman, an older man, cut himself off at the look in her eyes. He had seen many foreigners, Shanghai was not only the best place to sell fish on this stretch of the Huang-Pu river, but was home to more foreigners than Chinese now. His grandfather must be turning in his grave. It was nothing like the small fishing village he had heard stories about as a youngster. Even now, with the city barely in view through the fog, the din of noise rose, defying the cloud blanket. He glanced at his passenger again, his curiosity aroused. Until she had shown up at his door the night before, he had thought all of the Western foreigners were the same. It didn't matter if they were British, French, German, Italian, or American. They all were the same. She was not. For one thing, his own daughter was at least a full year older than this pixie faced girl, and his daughter was 14, about to be married. Married. Dowry. That was how his wife had convinced him. They needed the money to ensure his daughter's marriage. He would think of his daughter, his Xiaohong, and not the child he was about to drop off into the riotous unknown of the streets of Shanghai.

"Your payment, sir," her voice jolted the fisherman out of his reverie. She held out a small black velvet bag that clinked softly.

He did not reach to take it. He would try once more, though he knew it was futile.

"Do you at least have a place to go?" he asked her, concern obvious in his voice.

Arielle Zeo
Arielle Zeo

Aug-11-2015 18:52

"I do. I have multiple people who will help me here, be it by paying back old family debts, or for money. And I have someone to find," she did not look at him as she talked, but stared at the city, now looming before them.

Her hand held out the pouch steadily. He took it, slipped it in his pocket before he maneuvered them to the dock.

As the sampan moored, she stepped onto the dock and disappeared into the clatter of carts and chaos.


Molly Maltese
Molly Maltese
Old Shoe

Aug-14-2015 08:11

Molly was good and pissed.

"Does no one have any sympathy these days?" she grumbled to herself. She was forever getting shot at amongst these lunatics and then they expected to shoulder her own bags! He...shoulder. Hehe. She patted the white bandage she had laced around her shoulder, hidden under a white form-fitting day dress with shoulder pads and a nipped in waist.

"I'll be the lady in the park," she said to the car, adjusting her extravagant white sunhat. She couldn't bear to get a tan in Cairo, it would throw off her seasons wardrobe for weeks. "I've put a bag in the back with my disguise. Truly, I'm too fashionable to not be recognized so when the time comes I'll dampen it down a little bit. I've got a drab floral housedress, a plain brown coat and a knit cloche hat. I've also thrown in the UGLIEST brown wig you've ever seen in your life. The whole thing spells New York poverty. I don't know if it'll exactly make sense in Cairo, but at least no one will confuse that mess with my usual impeccable beauty." She sniffed.

"We need to find a dog somewhere." she pressed her pert nose to the car window and scanned for a few blocks. "Ah! There!" Vulkie guided the car close to the curb and quick as a flash, Molly darted out and snatched up a tiny yet imperious looking stray.

"That thing smells god awful." Riza said, wrinkling her nose, and the stray tried to bite Molly's hand.

"RUDE." she admonished and rapped him on the nose with a knuckle. "Vulkie, we'll need a leash for this monster. "

Presently they found what seemed to be a pet store, and Molly secured a plain black leash for her new friend. Well, friend was a stretch.

Molly Maltese
Molly Maltese
Old Shoe

Aug-14-2015 08:16

Darkness fell and the detectives decided option 2 was most viable. Molly transformed herself into a pitifully plain housewife and secured her disagreeable little stray, whom she cheerfully dubbed Jack for reasons no one was surprised about.

"Now, I'll wander about and try not to kill this little cretin. If I light a match in the darkness, you know that its time to interfere immediately!" she chirped, making sure her pistol was secured in her garter belt. "I suggest you all find reasonable hiding points where I'll be visible. Not too close to the drop site, I'll guide you if I see anything amiss."

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