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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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Joseph Zeo
Joseph Zeo
Tale Spinner

Sep-27-2015 22:39

"42... 42..." Marc looked out and noticed the street numbers still in their teens. "We need to go further down."

"But there IS no further down!" Zeo exclaimed. Right in front of them was the construction of a mansion, blocking the rest of the street.

"How the hell did THIS happen?" Marc was transfixed by the scene, with a brick house built right in the middle of the road.

"Welcome to Shanghai." Zeo muttered. Some big shot must have fallen in love with the neighbourhood and decided to purchase a piece of public land with bribe money. He made a U turn and tried to reach the other end of the street around the block.

By the time they reached No. 42 of Zong Hing street, it was 8 minutes since Heimlich stopped breathing. Well, Zeo thought, at least we still have 2 minutes before we need to revive our man. He rang the door bell.

Molly Maltese
Molly Maltese
Old Shoe

Sep-29-2015 18:39

"You know, it's precisely this kind of overdramatized nonsense that constantly makes me wish I'd chosen a condo in Nice over this bologna." Molly said conversationally to Vulkie, who looked at her blankly. "I can't maneuver one pinky toe without seeming to run into people running amok, being shot, shouting dramatically, leaping about from buildings like deranged gargoyles and the creme de la creme of situations, grown men fainting over jewelry."

She sipped the coffee that she had taken upon herself to generously lace with a bolt from Marcs bottle of whiskey. There were approximately two spices in the cabinet she located it in, besides the bottle. She supposed everyone had a different recipe for the exact spice of life and Marc had clearly settled on the alcoholic sort.

"Right. Well, if I stay shut up in this dusty little apartment with the likes of you for even one more blasted minute I shall have hives. We've been banging on about Delhi for what seems like eons now. I propose we get moving before something else completely tawdry happens to us, including but not limited to bombs, car chases or blazing gun battles." So saying, she rose and clapped her hands, stirring the attentions of Ed, Jasper, Vulkie, Phillippe and Riza. "We must all pack and be ready to walk out that door in no less than 20 minutes. I for one want to make sure all the first class travelling compartments aren't taken."

"I can't not travel first class." She was heard, sailing down the hallway towards her room. "Why, I practically invented it."

Looking askance at each other and then shrugging, the group rose and collected themselves, disappearing to pack up their possessions. Through unspoken agreement, Jasper and Ed made sure to collect Marc's belongings as well.

*******

An impressive 15 minutes later, the group had re-assembled in the living room with various suitcases and trunks in tow. Molly had sent Phillipe ou to the car with a wink, a flirtatious smile and her many hatboxes...

Molly Maltese
Molly Maltese
Old Shoe

Sep-29-2015 18:45

...intent on making sure her luggage was safely stowed.

"What about Joseph's things?" Molly inquired. "Did he leave anything lying about?"

Jasper shook his head. "Clean as a whistle. I'm sure he can take care of himself."

Looking around carefully, Molly determined that they had left nothing behind. Oh-- except one thing. With a flourish, she whisked the bottle of whiskey out of Marcs spice cabinet and stuffed it into his suitcase.

"Remind me where I put that, darling." Molly said with a wink to Ed. As a final gesture she scribbled a dainty note and left it on the kitchen table, prompting the men to head directly to the train station should they choose to take any detour to the safehouse.

"Everybody OUT!" she said sweetly, stamping her foot for good measure. The rag-tag group grumbled but filed out, each loading up and preparing the caravan to head to the train station.


At the Train Station:

"I wonder if they were able to save Heimlich. Would it take this long if something terrible hadn't happened?" Vulkie wondered aloud. The detectives sat and stood in a loose semi-circle on the platform. Each had secured berth on the train headed for Delhi, with Molly buying out two luxury compartments. In a classic Molly move, she had shrugged her shoulders when the detectives had looked on questioningly and asked, "really. Did you SEE how many hatboxes I brought with me?"

The train was due to depart in less than 45 minutes, and boarding had already begun. The detectives hoped Marc, Joseph and Heimlich would appear unscathed before departure...

Heimlich VonVictor
Heimlich VonVictor
Vigilante

Sep-29-2015 21:30

Heimlich felt the world swirling around him at high speed. There were no people about, but he was being swept through the streets without a chance to identify his surroundings. Then it went black and he was back at the beginning of the loop.

Falling from the sky to the ground, through the marketplace, into a house and then black.

How many times had he done this? Ten? One hundred? A thousand?

How long had it been? Had he died there?

Delhi. This was the marketplace in Delhi. The house... it was a large house, not something that could be purchased by anyone. It was in the government district! The darkness? This was all he could see. The images were fuzzy and too fast moving.

Boom! He felt as if his chest was being crushed. Was this death? Boom! He was choking. The world around began to fade, everything turned white, there was a bright light... no! Too soon! Just a little more time!

Color began coming into focus, shapes moving, he felt his face being covered almost as if by a hand. He coughed violently, ugh it tasted foul, metallic... blood. Everything was still blurry, he heard voices indistinguishable around him. Fingers wrapped around him from every direction, he barely had the strength to move.

He reached a finger into his mouth, moved it to his opposite arm, and began to write, in his own blood, D... E... L... H...

His hand collapsed, no strength left, and he drifted into sleep.

Vulkie3
Vulkie3
Haynes

Sep-30-2015 05:06

Checking her golden pocket watch again, Vulkie noticed the detectives had only five minutes left.

"It's best if we board now. Otherwise, the train will depart without us," Vulkie commented towards the group. They all nodded and boarded the train, with the exception of Vulkie.

She cast a quick glance towards the entrance. Still no sign of Joseph, Marc and Heimlich. She closed her eyes, before muttering: "Damn it all! We should've gone with them, make sure that everything went all right."

Vulkie reached into her right pocket, grabbing the painkillers she had gotten from Marc. Unscrewing the top, she picked a pill and swallowed it. It helped quench the pain. But was it only the physical pain that stopped hurting? Vulkie was unsure; the painkillers made her feel good. It was as if a burden was relieved from her.

Closing the bottle again and storing it in her pocket, she made her way over towards the carriage she had a compartment in. Glancing once more behind her, she still couldn't the detectives. It looked like they weren't going to make it.

As she entered her compartment, she laid down her purse and sat down, placing her hands in front of her face. The case was getting tougher and more challenging. And here she sat, fresh out of the hospital, barely having escaped death at the hands of Sphinx. Breathing deeply and exhaling slowly, she picked herself together. She had to pull through, in order to make sure her friends were safe and to eradicate Sphinx from the world.

Just then, she heard a commotion outside. It almost sounded like a heated argument. Grabbing her Colt 1911, she strolled over towards the door and opened it, looking towards the entrance. She could see the conductor arguing with... "NO WAY!" she shouted and sped over towards the conductor, pushing him aside. Standing in front of her were Marc and Joseph, carrying Heimlich in their midst. He seemed to be unconscious...

Vulkie3
Vulkie3
Haynes

Sep-30-2015 05:13

The conductor was still speaking in Shanghainese, but Vulkie aimed her gun at him and said: "These people are boarding, whether you like it or not. In my purse, I have some money that you could use. You will let these people on the train."

As Joseph and Marc looked at Vulkie, they could see her eyes were staring angrily. The conductor stepped aside and Marc and Joseph carried Heimlich into her compartment, laying him down on the train couch. While they did that, Vulkie reached for the money and shoved it into the conductor's hands, waving him away to go bother other people.

Vulkie stared at Heimlich for a moment. The old man seemed to be asleep for now, but his face was as pale as winter and beads of sweat were seen on his forehead.

"What happened?" Vulkie queried, raising an eyebrow. Joseph explained what had transpired at Dr. Hoo's house and concluded with that they had found the note at the safehouse and immediately went over towards the train station.

"Could you... errr," Vulkie croaked, "ya know. Give me a moment with him?"

Joseph and Marc looked at eachother. What was she up to? This was very unlike the Vulkie they knew. Complying, they left her compartment and stood outside.

As Vulkie closed the door, the detectives stared at her. They could see she was tearing up, before it was shut.

"Hello, old friend," Vulkie mumbled, before sitting down opposite him. She looked at her friend, who she had helped with on many cases. The last case she had helped him on took place in Iraq, with Socrates; the old philosopher had survived centuries, thanks to the use of magical amulets. It was thanks to her and her detective friends, that they stopped Socrates's plans.

"I wanted to say... thank you, you know, for saving my life back there, at the embassy. If it weren't for you, I'd be..." Vulkie softly spoke, before she choked on her words and started to cry.

"I'm here for you Heim," Vulkie concluded, as the train whistle blew and the train departed towards Delhi...


M. Lacrimosa
M. Lacrimosa
Thespian

Sep-30-2015 19:30

"DELHI!" Marc and Zeo exclaimed together. Delhi was what Heimlich was trying to write. That's what he was seeing when he touched that amulet. Heimlich passed back out and Marc rushed over to him. He was breathing and his pulse was still strong. Good. He grabbed the strange, quirky doctor. "You're coming with us."


They piled back into Marc's car and headed back to the apartment. They would need to get everyone to the train station and get there fast.

"So, who is this guy?" Marc asked.

"Hoo." Zeo said.

"The doctor..."

"Yes."

"Well, what's his name?"

"Hoo!"

Marc was getting frustrated. "The doctor! His name!"

"I'm telling you," Zeo yelled back at Marc.

"Then tell me! Dr. Who!"

"Yes!"

"Yes?"

Dr. Hoo. H.O.O!" Zeo spelled out as they sped down the road though town.

"Makes sense now," Marc mumbled, feeling like an idiot now.

They made it to the safe house, but it was empty. Marc got out and went inside, discovering the rest of the group left for the train station.

"They've already left," Marc said as he slammed the car into drive.

When they made it to their destination, Dr. Hoo helped get the unconscious Heimlich out of the car. Zeo helped carry him. Marc looked at the doctor and spoke slowly.

"Get on the train and find a spot for him. We need you to help keep him alive."

They entered the train station and were met by Vulkie, who helped get them on the train. When the train left the station, and all had settled down, Marc sat down and closed his eyes for a well deserved nap. It would take a day or so to make it to Delhi.

Joseph Zeo
Joseph Zeo
Tale Spinner

Oct-1-2015 16:28

The train was finally slowing down as they approach Delhi station. The light seeping in from the windows cast a yellow glow on Zeo's small suitcase. He was glad he always had his packed and readied in the trunk of his car. The frown between his brows has deepen ever since Heimlich fell unconscious, and the 'good' doctor didn't seem professional at all. Was Heimlich wrong in trusting him?

The old train moaned and shook. Although they had finally arrived, the team still had no idea where the entrance to Sphinx headquarter lie. It was probably in the head of the old man, and seemed to be just staying there. Zeo took out the amulet wrapped by a thick handkerchief. He remembered the streets he saw all meshed up together in his memory. If he tries it enough times, to access the secrets in the blue stone, would he be able to figure something out? Clasping his jaws tight, his index finger slowly drew near to the stone....

Yelling broke out from the compartment next to him just as figures jumped into his compartment from the windows. The small opening on the roof of the train flapped open and gunshot rang through it. Zeo dived down as bullet holes adorned the cushioned first class seats in one straight row. The amulet fell from his hand and landed on the floor. He saw someone with pinstripe trousers picked up the amulet, touching the blue stone. Zeo looked up, it was Jack.

"You really think you mere MEN would be able to read the secrets of the Deep? See what happened to your old friend!" Jack rasped in his/her squeaky voice as he walked away from the train. "Alavidā, mitra!"

Gunfire tore the two first class compartments apart.

Ed Carlyle
Ed Carlyle

Oct-1-2015 20:01

Edward sat with Molly in her compartment conversing about anything and everything. But he wasn't really paying much attention to what she said. He was, more or less, staring at her beautiful eyes and wondering to himself if he really had a shot with her. Sure, he was happy to sleep with any woman, but this felt...different. Was he falling for her? He had only known her for a short time.

"Ed, are you listening to me?" She asked.

He blinked a couple times as he snapped back to reality. "Uh...yes. Yes sorry, just had a little distraction on my mind. Sorry. But yes, I agree completely."

"Right," Molly said. She opened her mouth to speak when the gunfire started. Ed jumped up, tackling Molly and shielding her as the windows shattered, showering the two with glass.

"Damnit!" Edward screamed. He stood up drawing his gun. Molly rolled over and got up, moving behind him with a gun in her hand too. "Stay here," he said as he stepped out into the hallway on the train. He could see Jack talking to someone on the ground. Zeo.

Jack. That son of a bitch! Edward watched as Jack started to leave. More gunfire shot through the first and second class compartments.

Edward raised his pistol and fired. He missed. But he didn't miss. He could see the bullet as it got close to Jack, slow down and move around him.

He fired two more shots, both bullets moving away and around Jack. He couldn't be touched. Marc and Riza appeared. Jack started to disappear from the site. Ed tried to fire once more but was stopped. Marc grabbed his arm, jerking the gun from his grip.

"Stop firing! You're going to hit someone else! What the hell is wrong with you?" Marc snapped.

Riza Hawkeye
Riza Hawkeye
First Nomad

Oct-1-2015 21:38

Mothereffer. How was it possible that the first time in ages that Riza had been able to fall soundly asleep was also the time that her rest had to be interrupted by yelling, metallic clangs, and gunfire? With a look of pure menace on her face, she swung herself out of bed, pulled on her stilettos, and slammed the compartment door open. She could hear multiple footsteps pattering overhead, moving towards the left. There were people on the roof of the train car. This couldn't be good.

As Riza headed down the hallway in the direction of the ruckus, Marc rushed out of his room and almost crashed into her. Glass exploded from both sides as two men kicked their way in through the windows. Without hesitation, Marc swiftly shot the man on the left in the heart, while Riza flung a dagger straight into the throat of the man on the right. Blood gushed out and spilled over the floor.

Seeing no more assailants, Marc and Riza shared a look and made their way to the next car together. Screams and yells greeted their ears. Glass shards were littered all over the floor. Riza crunched over them like they were pieces of cereal. At the far end, Joseph was lying on the ground, covering his head. She watched Edward fire a couple of shots at a pinstriped figure and miss. It seemed he was hitting everything besides the mark. How was that possible?

Marc ripped the gun out of Edward's hand and began to reprimand him. Out of instinct, Riza sprinted forward and hurled one of her sharpest daggers at the pinstriped figure, who she now realized was Jack. It flew straight towards him, but then suddenly ricocheted off to the side right before impact. The dagger embedded itself into the wall with a thud. Bewildered, Riza froze in her tracks. "What the hell?"

Jack quickly hoisted himself out the window. A hand reached down and pulled him up.

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