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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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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."

Vulkie3
Vulkie3
Haynes

Aug-15-2015 07:45

*a small clarification is in order - in my parts, I described that we had 2 days left and would investigate the park - that had to be 1 day. Molly's parts are correct and follow after my parts immediately, meaning that we're now doing the drop-off. Sorry for the confusion*

M. Lacrimosa
M. Lacrimosa
Thespian

Aug-16-2015 15:58

Marc watched in silence as Molly walked off into the darkness, not completely disappearing from. the sight, but just far enough away, that all Marc could see was her silhouette. He lit a cigarette as his mind began to race, first drifting to what Vulkie said to him earlier.

The truth was, Marc had become darker, more cold. That brought him back to Sal again. For the last three years, that's where Marc had been. Hoping to start a new life in a new town, working with old friends. But Marc had placed his trust in some people, who, unbeknownst to him, had taken part in something heinous. Sal didn't trust them when hired Sal to investigate the case they fried to frame on someone else. Sal had warned Marc something wasn't right. But it wasn't until witness, a young girl stepped forward as a witness. When Sal called Marc, he rushed to the agency office to meet with Sal, but someone had gotten there first. Sal's witness was dead, and Sal himself was barely alive, and had gotten a look at who it was, and with a last breath he managed to say one name. Marc knew then Sal was right and he hated himself.

Fear was the next thing that came to mind. Make all men fear him and-

His thoughts were interrupted by voices..three voices. Molly's and two other men. Marc stubbed out what was left of his cigarette and listened. He could hear talking. And Molly let out a fake laugh, probably at a bad joke? Then he saw it. The flash from a match. That was his cue. Riza would approach from one direction and Vulkie would come from another to close them in. This was it.

Marc flexed his right wrist as he walked towards Molly, springing the small gun into the palm of his hand, and he cocked the hammer back.

Without hesitation, he grabbed one of the men into a headlock, and kicked the knees out of the other, dropping him to the ground and placing the gun to the back of his head, just as Riza and Vulkie approached at the same time Marc arrived.

M. Lacrimosa
M. Lacrimosa
Thespian

Aug-16-2015 16:02

"Sphinx," Marc growled, "start talking."

"What the hell!" The man on his knees exclaimed. Marc held tightly as the other struggled to free himself. Marc looked at Riza and nodded as he let go and the man stood up to fight. Faster than anyone could move, Riza produced a rather large blade. "You move, you die," she whispered.



"I'll say it one more time, and only one more time. Start talking."

He hung his head in shame. He knew this was it. "Don't say anything," the other one said. "Shut it," Vulkie snapped. "I swore an oath," he said. "Give up," he told the other. "We're dead anyways..Sphinx is everywhere. Trust no one, not even those closest to you. You, and those who follow you, will die. You meddle in that which you do not understand." He bit down something, making a sickening pop.

"Vulkie, check his mouth!" Riza yelled as the other began gasping for air and foaming at the mouth. Vulkie dug into the other man's mouth as he tried to bite down. She pulled out a small capsule as the other man expired. "Cyanide," Vulkie said.

"I'd start talking, if I were you," Riza said.

"Sphinx is everywhere," he said. "I'm dead anyways...start in Shanghai. Then Delhi...you'll find what you're looking for."


Marc loomed down at the lifeless body. "Go," he said talking to the other. Warn your friends about who is coming."

"Who do I say you are?"

Marc looked around at Molly, Riza, and Vulkie. Then back to the Sphinx member. "You don't."

They went back to the safe house. Marc stood in the loving room in silence ignoring most of the conversation. He watched in silence as everything calmed down for the night, Riza finally stood up, with deep thought written on her face, as she stepped outside.

M. Lacrimosa
M. Lacrimosa
Thespian

Aug-16-2015 16:03

**should say living room not loving room..dang autocorrect on these tablets**

Riza Hawkeye
Riza Hawkeye
First Nomad

Aug-16-2015 19:08

Riza inhaled a lungful of cool nighttime air as she walked down the dusty street. She needed to get away from the safehouse and everyone there. It had been a hectic day and she desired nothing more than some alone time, when she would not be constantly bombarded by Sphinx talk coming through the walls. For a while Riza wandered aimlessly, not caring where she was going. Now, surrounded by relative quiet and the intoxicating scent of exotic brewing coffee, she felt the knots in her shoulders loosening.

“It’s good to see you again,” said a voice suddenly from behind Riza. She froze mid-step, pivoting on her heel, and hurled her sharpest dagger towards the shadowed figure.

The steel embedded itself into the brick an eighth of an inch beside the man’s head. “Sneak up on me again, and next time it’ll go straight through your forehead,” Riza said.

“Your aim is much better now. I think you could actually kill me, Elizabeth,” the man replied, grinning. Riza’s eyes widened a minuscule degree as recognition dawned upon her, but otherwise she showed no reaction.

The man neither approached her nor made to move away. He simply stood there and stared at Riza with a lop-sided smile plastered to his face. Around them, the night air was silent save for the occasional passing car and the gentle rumble of voices from a nearby coffee house.

Riza’s lip quivered ever so slightly. She was torn. One part of her desired nothing more than to rip out this man’s innards and watch the life drain out of his eyes, but another part of her was so happy to see him again that she could almost see herself flinging herself into his arms and sobbing. Almost.

Riza raised her arm and slapped him hard across the face, fighting back the tears threatening to drop. The man raised a hand to his stinging cheek. “I suppose I deserved that,” he said softly.

Riza Hawkeye
Riza Hawkeye
First Nomad

Aug-16-2015 19:09

After a moment he tentatively reached out for Riza, but she did not pull away. She stood: rigid, conflicted. As the familiar arms pulled her close, she closed her eyes and allowed herself to breathe in his scent. Old books and a whiff of cigars. So familiar and so warm. It was as if nothing had changed. Except in reality, everything had changed.

“What are you doing here?” Riza asked brusquely, forcibly pushing herself away from him.

“It took me ages to track you down. You changed your name--”

“Leave,” Riza demanded.

“No,” he countered, “I’m not leaving here without you.”

Riza glared at him. Equal parts of rage and longing were tugging at her. She hated how vulnerable she felt at that moment. It was sickening.

“Elizabeth, it’s time I did the right thing. What I should have done all those years ago.” He placed a hand gently on her shoulder.

“Roy,” Riza whispered. Then she caught herself. “No. No. It’s far too late for that. Look at me now. How can I--“

“I am looking at you.” He tilted up her chin so that the moonlight illuminated her face. “And you look beautiful.”

Perhaps for the first time ever, Riza was lost for words. Both their cheeks smoldered as the silence dragged on. She cast her eyes away.

“Will you come back with me?” Roy asked.

Riza did not answer; instead, she buried her face deep into his chest. Small droplets cascaded down her cheeks and dotted the pavement.

Vulkie3
Vulkie3
Haynes

Aug-16-2015 20:00

Before the detectives went to the safehouse, they still had to get rid of the Sphinx - goon that had used his cyanide capsule. "Help me carry him towards the trunk" Vulkie asked and looked at Molly, who frowned at her. "I got shot in the shoulder, remember ? If you want me to rupture my bullet wound, I'll be glad to help." Molly replied, with a bit of a snark. Vulkie let out a small smile and waved to Marc, who took the upper half of the Sphinx - goon, whilst Vulkie took the lower half.

"Don't forget the money" Molly said and Riza scooped up the suitcase filled with a wide variety of $10, $20 and $ 50 - bills.

As Riza and Molly got into the backseat of the Rolls Royce, Vulkie laid down the lower half of the Sphinx - goon, so she could open the trunk. "Boy, never knew that he would be so scared to go back.. He'd rather suicide than confront this Jack character." Vulkie said. Marc took note of that. "The other guy wasn't so scared." Marc replied. "No, but I have a distinct feeling that we won't see him... ever again." Vulkie replied. With the trunk opened, Marc and Vulkie stuffed him into it.

"Now then.." Vulkie said, "we need a remote location to dump him.." she added. "I know just the spot... but you won't like it.." Marc replied, throwing her a shady look. Vulkie sighed, as she had a feeling to where they were headed...

*The Torture Location*

As Vulkie pulled over the car, Marc got out and told Riza and Molly to stay put. "This is between me and Vulkie... we need to settle this, once and for all." Marc replied. Riza nodded and Molly looked at Riza, albeit she didn't know what they were talking about.

As they got the body of the Sphinx - goon out of the trunk and dragged him into the torture room, the penetrant smell of piss, puke and a dead body filled their nostrils. Marc coughed slightly and held his hand before his mouth and nose, but Vulkie instantly gagged and rushed out of the room and threw up in a corner near the front door...

*cont. in next post*


Vulkie3
Vulkie3
Haynes

Aug-16-2015 20:08

"Great" Marc said, "We could really use some fresh puke next to that smell. The only way it would be worse is if someone crapped him or herself." he added.

As Vulkie hurled again, Marc patted her on the back. "There there, it's not that bad.. you'll get used to it" he said, with a grin on his face.

Vulkie stared back at him and said, after wiping her mouth: "Staying around you for so long, I'm hardly not getting used to it."

When Vulkie was done, she got back to the body and Marc helped her drag it further into the room. As she looked towards the chair, she could still see the body sitting in it.

"My god.." Vulkie murmered. "I..." she began, but instantly cut off. The horror that was in the room, was almost too unbearable to describe. The body was already in a state of decomposition and was almost unrecognizable. A small bullet wound was still visible in the front of the head.

"At least we ended his suffering cleanly.. as much as we could" Marc said. "We've had our discussions, Vulkie. You have made your point. I am not the same person who I was before and you won't see that person no more, not for the rest of your life. Things have been set in motion which have changed me from the inside and are irreversible as far as I know.." Marc added.

"I understand, Marc. But again, I warn you - if you don't watch yourself, you will lose all that is precious to you in the following few weeks.." Vulkie replied, while staring at Marc. Marc simply nodded; he understood what she meant. If he continued to be like this, it would result in the end of a long friendship he had established.

"Remember what the Sphinx - goon said. Trust no one, not even those close to you." Marc said, while glaring behind him. "I understand" Vulkie replied.

They went back to the car and got seated in the front. "So, darlings, can we finally go towards the safehouse? I haven't had anything to eat for dinner yet and I'm hungry. Also, we need to return Willie's money" Molly said.

cont. in next p

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