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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-29-2015 18:50

and leaned up against the desk, playing a part convincingly while Riza looked on with eyebrows raised so high they threatened to disappear into her hairline. "Oh, you don't say? Was one of them tall and broad-shouldered with dark hair and dreamy green eyes by chance?" The blonde nodded emphatically and Molly gave a gleeful gasp, her eyes sparkling. "Darling, that just had to have been Ed- Riza, you remember I was telling you about Ed-" she broke her twinkly facade to aim an enraged glance that only Riza could see at the confirmation that the brutish FBI agent was in attendance- "I tell you , he's just the most handsome thing. What did his friend look like?"

Emboldened by the girlish nature of this conversation, the blonde giggled and said, "he was handsome too. A little more sad-looking, like he had a lot on his mind. Dark, stormy eyes, kind of a bigger nose-" she gestured with her thumb and forefinger- "and dark hair. Lean, too."

If Riza was a dog, Molly thought, every hair would be standing on end. She felt her friend snap to attention as the blonde offered the description, and Molly couldn't imagine why. Either way, she mentally willed her friend to relax before she did something suspicious.

"Well that just sounds uncannily like our dear friend...uh... Bertie!" she tinkled. "Darling you simply must let us up, it'll be like a grand old reunion."

Winking at Molly, the secretary nodded. "Up the stairs behind me and to the right. About three doors down, you'll see the desk of his personal secretary in the waiting room. She'll be able to help you, I'm sure."

"You ARE a doll, thank you!" Molly chirped and so saying, she began to mince towards the steps only to feel Riza's fingers lock onto her forearm with the strength of a steel trap and pull her along faster.

"What in heavens name is the matter with you?" she hissed through the side of her mouth, all the while maintaining a genial smile for the men and women who passed by holding official looking documents.

Molly Maltese
Molly Maltese
Old Shoe

Aug-29-2015 19:11

"I have an odd feeling about this." Riza said, not bothering to explain at all as she propelled Molly up the steps as Molly squeaked and tried to maintain her balance on her pumps. She made a sharp right and sped down the hall towards a simple oak desk with a woman behind it.

"Ambassador Johnson just had some visitors, you'll have to wait. May I ask what this is regarding?" the woman began, lifting her eyes expectantly and stopping short in surprise as she saw the two looming women at her desk.

"Darling, we're requesting some information of sorts about Ambassador Johnson-- eh, it's in regards to the terrible string of crimes thats been happening as of late. We think we might know how to help him, the trouble is we need some delicate...facts." Molly began. The secretary just blinked owlish eyes and seemed to edge a little closer to the telephone on her desk. Thinking quickly, Molly drew out a wad of $100 bills from her purse and brandished them at the secretary. "Perhaps this might do the trick?"

The secretary blinked again. "Ladies, you need to leave immediately. I don't know how you got in here-" she was abruptly silenced as Riza drew a stiletto knife out of thin air and held it to the girls throat, drawing a thin rivulet of blood.

"I will use this on you, and enjoy it." she said in a low tone to the girl. "I suggest you tell us what we want to know."

"Always knives" Molly murmured, already reaching for the agenda atop the girls desk. Flipping back, she began to look for clues as to the ambassadors whereabouts.

"Wha-a-a-at do you w-w-w-want to know?" the girl asked, her hands up in supplication as Riza motioned her away from the desk. Still scanning, Molly gave a nod to Riza, who focused her attention once again on the girl.

"Ambassador Johnson went somewhere or somehow got tangled up with some prostitutes with a score to settle. We want to know when, where and how many times." Riza said in low tones. "And you're going to tell us."



Molly Maltese
Molly Maltese
Old Shoe

Aug-29-2015 19:30

"I... I... I don't know anything like that. I'm just his secretary-" she began, and Molly chuckled from the other side of the room. "You wouldn't believe the dirt Charlotte, Jack's secretary knew about him- she's lying through her teeth."

Riza pressed a little harder and the girl yelped. "Fine! I know he met a girl from a bad district.. I think the...er...club was called the Gilded Lotus or something similar. Her name was Ruan--"

Neither Molly or Riza caught the last name as at that moment the window to their right shattered and the girls head dissolved in a truly horrifying display of pink mist, brains and blood.

Quite taken aback, Molly shrieked, a perfect octave-climbing scale that seemed wasted anywhere but the stage and dove over the desk as the headless remains tumbled out of Riza's grasp. Riza backed up away from the window just as the door to Ambassador Johnson's office flew open and two men tumbled out.

"GET DOWN!" Molly screamed, and Ed had time to throw a surprised sneer at her before he hit the carpet.

"Riza?!" Joseph Zeo cried, halfheartedly lowering the gun he had pointed wildly around the room after coming through the door.

"Joseph?!" Riza jerked in surprise at seeing her long lost friend and one-time lover.

"and MOLLY! GET TO THE GROUND NOW!" Molly roared in a shockingly deep tone as another crack sounded and the wooden wall panel splintered from a bullet at precisely the level Zeo's head had been. With an whump, he fell to his knees, narrowly avoiding the pool of blood the corpse on the floor was producing.

Molly Maltese
Molly Maltese
Old Shoe

Aug-29-2015 19:41

"What in the hell..." Molly breathed, looking around the room to get her bearings.

"What are you doing here?" Ed glowered at her, from where they were nearly nose to nose crouching on the carpet. Molly blew an auburn curl out of her eye and gave a nauseated squee as bits of bloody grey matter flopped to the floor.

"What are YOU doing here?" she hissed back, tears of fury and disgust rising in her eyes as she thought about all the disgusting body matter she'd have to wash out of her hair that evening. "Aren't you supposed to be doing something useful? Like figuring out whose trying to chop of the Ambassadors... hey, where is Kent?"

It was at this moment that they both looked towards the doorway they had just emerged from to see, as if on cue, one blood covered hand emerge and a figure pull themselves towards the light.

"Ambassador... trouble." wheezed the fallen man, obviously a bodyguard, before his eyes rolled back in his head and he died right there in the doorway.

"KENT!" Molly howled and sprang to her feet, leaping over the fallen guard with a graceful pirouette as a hail of gunfire carved holes into the wood by her ear.

"MOLLY, you get back--" Ed shouted. Riza and Zeo made to rise, but a hail of gunfire effectively froze them.

Joseph Zeo
Joseph Zeo
Tale Spinner

Aug-29-2015 20:32

Zeo was glad he is not wearing the cream colored 3-piece suit from last night, as the blood oozing out of what used to be the head of a woman. Snipers. From the angles and intensity of the shots there may be two, or even three. One failed to shoot the Ambassador while the other shot his secretary at the same beat, but they are on full force now. It is impossible to take them out from where they are, not with the equipment they had.

“What’s that tall buildings next door?” Ed asked through his clenched teeth as he fruitlessly tried to shoot out the windows.

“A five-stories tall library. I think the bastards are hiding up either on the roof or some secluded rooms on the top floor.” Zeo calculated. He tried not to look at Riza, for debt he owed her, a debt for a lifetime, out of his ability to settle. “We need to take them down at a closer range. I’ll run up there.”

Without looking back, Zeo dashed out of the office dodging the line of fire, down the flight of stairs. He met the guards running up. “Quickly! The Ambassador is in danger!”

As he passed the entrance of the Consulate, where Ed asked his three agents to stand post, Middleton came running over, frowning. Zeo quickly explained the situation and then headed for the rooftop of the stone clad library.


Molly Maltese
Molly Maltese
Old Shoe

Aug-30-2015 08:17

Molly ducked into the darkened office, noticing two, no three more corpses on the ground. Their throats were slit, and a dark arc of arterial spray dashed up the wall and ended in a potted plant on the far side of the room. She pulled her pistol out of the front of her dress and proceeded towards the open doors of the balcony where she heard the sounds of a struggle.

"This is what you get when you cross Sphinx, Ambassador Johnson!" a dark voice proclaimed, and Molly wasn't sure for a minute if it was a man or a woman. She leaned out the doorway to see a tall figure, a man from the looks of it pinioning the ambassador to the railing of the balcony. The figure raised his arm and light glinted off the blade he held in his hand. As it descended between the two men, Molly raised her gun and fired into his back even as Kent Johnson howled.

The figure gasped and shouted in pain, whirling to face his attacker. "Meddling bitch!" he seethed, obviously recognizing Molly though she didn't know his face. It was smooth, nearly feminine in nature. He threw the knife, and Molly jerked to the left even as the blade scored her temple and to her complete dismay, shirred a lock of auburn clean off her head. Her beautiful hair drifted sadly to the ground, while they stared at it.

Molly produced an inhuman shriek of rage and fired into the attackers chest 5 times, considering stopping to reload and continue firing until he was just a puddle of muck on the balcony. "My hair! MY HAIR!" was her internal dialogue, the driving force for her fury...but even she had to blink and come to her senses when she heard Ambassador Johnson's murmured call for help.

"Molly, please. I'm hurt!" he cried weakly, and Molly focused her attention on him where he slumped against the railing. A dark stain of blood was rapidly spreading down the thigh of his suit-- from the speed it seemed dangerously arterial.

"Whoa." Molly said and dashed over to desperately apply pressure to his delicate region.

Joseph Zeo
Joseph Zeo
Tale Spinner

Aug-30-2015 10:05

“I’ll take the roof with one of your men. You take more and search out the top floor!” Zeo called out to Ed who was trailing right behind him. Zeo could hear Ed yelling commands at his agents, but his focus was on the library. The snipers could move out anytime without a trace, or worst, have locked target on any of his friends in the building. Why on earth would Riza get involved with this mess? Zeo was flabbergasted.

The thin detective pulled open the heavy wooden doors at the main entrance way. A flight of wide marble steps at the centre was leading up to the higher floors. Zeo strode up three steps at a time. Statues of famous scholars from both the East & the West adorned the landings. The stairwell slowly narrowed as he progressed upward. He could hear a shower of footsteps following him not too far down. Sweats bead through his forehead by the time he reached the forth floor. The flight up seemed an eternity. The steps ended on the top floor and Zeo quickly found the small service entrance with a circular steel staircase leading up to the roof. One of Ed’s partners, Mellish, followed him and they nodded with recognition to each other as they took to their weapons.

Zeo slowly opened the door to the rooftop and found the open space staring back at them, empty. A small water tower on top of a brick housing can be seen at the far corner of the roof. Quietly the two men shuffled out without making a sound as they closed the steel door behind them. Zeo shoved his tie between the buttoned openings of his shirt as it was billowing in the wind. The sniper could be hiding either on top of the brick structure or in a corner behind it. Zeo signaled Mellish to climb the steel ladder leading up the structure while he searched the hidden corners on the roof level. Gripping his Smiths and Wesson .38 Military target revolver, Zeo turned a corner and aimed. Not a soul in sight.

Joseph Zeo
Joseph Zeo
Tale Spinner

Aug-30-2015 10:05

Suddenly someone fell from above and nearly brought Zeo down with him. It was Mellish. Blood began to seep out from the gunshot wound on his forehead between his glazed over eyes. The sniper must have put the silencer on. Before Zeo had the time think further, noiseless shots rained down from above. Zeo danced around the structure until he found a small brick canopy barely enough to hide his figure. He was thankful that he was lean enough to be covered. Yes he was shot, on his right shoulder too close to his collarbone. He wasn’t sure if he could still shoot properly with his right hand, as he switched his gun to his left. Both his predator and himself remained stone silent, knowing full well where each other was. Dark drops begin to fall from Zeo’s fingertips.

Zeo weighted his options. There was no way Zeo could climb up the brick structure with his injury now, and his gun shots could not reach the sniper from where he was even if he could aim properly. The sniper can very well wait for him to bleed out. The only chance would be for Zeo to roll out and take his very slim chance at a shot of the killer above him, although the probability of him getting killed first is much higher. Well, at least the bastard is too occupied now to pay attention to those in the building, Zeo smiled to himself weakly.

M. Lacrimosa
M. Lacrimosa
Sleuth About Town

Aug-30-2015 13:13

Silence. There was nothing. No noise filled the area. That was either a good thing for a bad thing. It made Marc feel a bit uneasy. He walked around the sidewalk of the large building looking at the others that overwatched the Consulate. He lit a cigarette as he walked around humming his favorite tune, " A kiss to build a dream on" by Louis Armstrong.

A distinct "crack!" snapped him back to reality. That noise was all too familiar. A rifle. More than one. Then more shots fired. Molly and Riza! He swore to himself for wandering a bit farther than he should have. He sprinted back towards the building.

He ducked behind a corner as two men sprinted from the building and into another across the street. Seconds later a third ran out. Assailants? Instead of using his wrist gun he drew his revolver. He ran into the building, following the noise. A few more gunshots fired. Handguns. Probably return fire.

Marc ran up the stairs feeling his chest grow slightly heavy as he tried to catch his breath. He was not as agile as he was in his youth, and it had also been a while since ran so much.

"Meddling bitch!" Someone yelled. Seconds later a rapid gunshots filled Marc's ears. He burst into the room, gun drawn and ready. "Get the hell down!" Someone yelled.

Right. Marc dropped to the ground. Turning his head, he came face to face with the lifeless body from the Amassador's Secretary. Damn, he thought to himself. Blood poured from what was left of what had been her head.

Marc made his way into the office, finding Molly helping someone whom Marc could only assume was the ambassador.

He knelt down next to her. "Help us out!" She yelled.

"Move your hands," Marc said. He pried her hands back so he could see. Blood gushed from the wound as soon as she peeled her hands back.

Marc ripped open Johnson's pants exposing the wound, and pressed down hard to try and stop the bleeding.

M. Lacrimosa
M. Lacrimosa
Sleuth About Town

Aug-30-2015 13:16

Johnson cried out in agony. In the war, he helped many people with groin wounds. But never someone who had it almost cut completely off. Marc could feel blood still gushing in between his fingers. "Molly, I need you to get some cloth right now."

She complied and ripped some clothing off of one of the bodies in the room, and brought it back to Marc as he pulled the rest of the ambassador's pants off. Marc grabbed it with one of his bloody hands and shoved it onto the cut. Ambassador Johnson's face began turning pale.

"Damnit! He's going into shock!"

More shots filled the room as people in ther building returned fire at direction where the snipers were shooting.

"We need to get him to the hospital now, or he's going to die," Marc said looking at Molly in the eye. It was something Marc was certain she knew but he said it anyways, not caring if the ambassador could hear or not.

Another man entered the room. "I'm Jasper Mayfield, FBI." He said. Let's get him out of here. Marc helped lift him up to carry him out. He grabbed Molly's wrist and made her apply pressure. Slowly, they made their way out.

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