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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

Oct-2-2015 02:18

After a well deserved nap, Vulkie was enjoying a cigarette. She hadn't had one in a long time and was craving for some nicotine. Exhaling the smoke out of her nostrils, she used her right hand to run through her hair. They were nearing Delhi, she could feel it. Also, because the conductor had said it would take less than 3 minutes to arrive there.

As the train slowed down, she put her cigarette out. And that's when all hell started to burst loose. Gunfire began to ensue, shouts and screams were heard. Instantly on alert, she grabbed her purse with her revolver in it and readied her Colt 1911 for action. As she opened the door, she was immediately greeted by a Sphinx henchman. Not hesitating a bit, she aimed her gun and shot him straight through the heart. The man clutched his heart, before slumping to the ground.

Vulkie then had to make a choice; was she going to assist her friends or making sure Heimlich was safe? Making a split second decision, she decided Heimlich was at far larger risk. So she rushed towards the compartment where Heimlich and Dr. Hoo were residing.

"Doc, get to the next carriage. Men are here to take us out of the equation. And I fear they might be after..." Vulkie ordered, before she was interrupted by the window shattering. A figure jumped through it. As Vulkie looked at the figure, she could see it was a woman. In a split second, the Sphinx woman glanced at Heimlich. She could see that he wasn't going to be any trouble at all...

"DON'T YOU DARE TOUCH HIM!" Vulkie angrily shouted and aimed her gun. The woman tiptoed her way over towards Vulkie and kicked the weapon out of her hands and then kicked Vulkie towards the ground.

The woman then clasped her hands around Vulkie's throat and started to choke her.

"Need to a find a weapon," Vulkie thought to herself, while using her hands to search around her for her gun...

Vulkie3
Vulkie3
Haynes

Oct-2-2015 02:29

Instead, she felt her hands reach the dried up curry that the doctor had dropped a day or so ago and she remembered the doctor had eaten some of it, by shoving his finger in his mouth. "Gross," Vulkie thought to herself, but instantly returned to the matter at hand.

She tried to get the attention of the doctor, but he only seemed to be dancing around and holding his screwdriver, twirling it in his hands.

"Screw... driver..." Vulkie managed to say, and the doctor froze on the spot. He then danced over towards her and dropped the screwdriver.

Vulkie grabbed the screwdriver with her right hand and jabbed it into the woman's left eye, who began to scream. Blood started to spray and covered Vulkie's face, who was temporarily blinded by it.

Using one hand to smear the blood away from her eyes, she used the other to sooth her throat; it was hurting like hell.

Opening her eyes again, she could see the Sphinx woman was standing near the window, trying to make her way out.

"OH HELL NO, YOU DON'T!" Vulkie roared and grabbed the woman's legs and pulled. She could hear a thump, as the woman's chin hit the window sill.

Vulkie then proceeded to twist the screwdriver a bit; the woman's screams filled the whole compartment and it satisfied Vulkie.

Deciding to end it all, she picked up her Colt 1911 and pumped her magazine through the woman's body, making sure she stayed dead.

As Vulkie looked at the body, it twitched for a bit, before it finally stopped to move. The doctor came over, pointing at his screwdriver and with a sickening suction sound, he pulled the screwdriver free.

Looking over at Heimlich, he seemed to be alright; the woman didn't have any time to hurt him at all.

"Doc, we need to move him, now! Preferably closer to our friends," Vulkie commanded. The doctor simply nodded and they both started to drag Heimlich...

Joseph Zeo
Joseph Zeo
Tale Spinner

Oct-2-2015 11:39

“Arielle!” Joseph screamed at the back of in his mind as he cocked his revolver and started shooting the infiltrators as if he was at target practice.

The sound of gunfights boomed throughout the entire coach. The body of the dead shooter on the small roof opening was quickly snatched away, only to be replaced by another one with a fully loaded machine gun. More killers poured through the open window into the compartment. Zeo quickly knelt and took out the small pistol he hid in his socks. He was glad his right shoulder had healed quickly; he needed both his arms to be fully functional.

Backing out with the revolver firing at the windows, and the pistol first at the roof and then aiming it out at the door, Zeo retreated to the hallway. Riza, Marc, Ed all stood staring at a window as a pair of feet flew up and out of sight. Molly and Jasper subsequently joined them in the hall.

Zeo continued to fire both his guns through the door into his compartment. To his left Vulkie and the doctor were hauling the unconscious Heimlich out of their compartment. Zeo noticed Vulkie’s purse and remembered, “Vulkie, do you still carry IT with you?”

Vulkie was alarmed, “Oh, you mean THAT?” Zeo nodded solemnly. “I knew it would come in handy one day…” Vulkie replied as she quickly fished it out of her purse.

“Everybody out!” Zeo bellowed as everyone continued to shoot at the infiltrators left right and center, “Marc, find us a large vehicle, quick! Vulkie, do not use it until I find Arielle, DO YOU HEAR THAT?” Vulkie nodded as the detectives slowly retreated out of the train, firing as they leave. As soon as they were outside, bullets rang down from the roof.

“Joseph you have to hurry!” Vulkie said as everyone ran for cover.

Joseph Zeo
Joseph Zeo
Tale Spinner

Oct-2-2015 11:40

Zeo ran down the hall to Arielle’s compartment and was almost hit by a shuriken flying out from it. He looked inside and saw his daughter with her cousin, and five dead bodies. Arielle was the one holding the metal stars. “Arielle!” Zeo was impressed and worried for his girl at the same time. Without missing a beat Arielle and Philippe followed Zeo out of the train.

As soon as Vulkie saw the trio she threw the little stone in her hand at the train where most of the infiltrators gathered. The coach exploded in waves of heat and light. Concerts of screams rung through the passenger platform as the group of detectives dashed away.


M. Lacrimosa
M. Lacrimosa
Sleuth About Town

Oct-5-2015 20:08

"We need to leave now!" Edward screamed, as he shot one of the gunmen. Marc fired forefinger, hitting a man right between his eyes. Joseph yelled for Marc to go find a big vehicle and meet them at the entrance. "Right!" Marc yelled. He left the fight, as Dr. Hoo could be heard saying he can take them to the front entrance. Marc took one more look as he left.

What were the odds that Marc would be told to go find a vehicle big enough to get everyone out? One in a million? He left all the excitement behind as he ran through the gates of the station, following the hundreds of people fleeing in fear, running into the Indian Imperial Police, who rushed into the fight.

Marc swore, hoping everyone else would be okay. Wait. Of course they would. He fought with them numerous times and they all had their own strengths, each one able to hold their own in an altercation. He entered the street looking for a big truck, his adrenaline pumping through his body.

Minutes seemed like hours that he searched for something big. Just when all hope was lost, it appeared, almost in a spotlight. The big, ugly, green delivery truck sat parallel parked in front of a store. The driver unloaded the last crate and walked into the store.

It's now or never, Marc thought. He ran for the truck as he got closer, he saw the driver appear and start to get in. Marc grabbed him and pulled him out, jerking the keys from his hand. "Sorry, Charlie." Marc said as he climbed into the truck.

"Hey!" The man shouted as he stood up. Marc slammed the door, put the keys in the ignition and turned them. The behemoth of a truck roared to life. He threw the truck into drive and slammed his foot on the gas pedal, pulling away from the store. He shifted the truck into second gear, then third, and fourth picking up a little more speed each shift. The engine roared and it seemed like he was flying down the street. What seemed to be really fast, was only 70kmh, the vehicle's top speed.

M. Lacrimosa
M. Lacrimosa
Sleuth About Town

Oct-5-2015 20:09

Marc reached the train station, plowing through parked cars near the entrance of the station. He opened the door. "Zeo!" He called out, waiving to him. Everyone e climbed aboard the truck. "Punch it!" Jasper yelled as he fired his pistol, hitting a gun man midsternal in the chest, dropping him like a rock.

Marc pulled the truck away from the entrance and back into the street, with a lone car chasing after them. The car pulled up next to them, and tried to ram the truck. Marc slammed on the brakes. "Hold on!" He yelled. The car shot forward as the truck screeched to a stop. The car came to a stop and Marc hit the gas, shifting back into second gear, slamming the truck into third. Before the cars driver had a chance to react, Marc literally ran over the car and continued forward.

Vulkie3
Vulkie3
Haynes

Oct-6-2015 05:40

Vulkie sat in the front next to Marc, her revolver drawn and shooting out of the window at the car.

"Keep this thing stable for god's sake, Marc!" Vulkie shouted, as she fired her last round; it missed.

"Well, that's that; I'm out. Don't suppose you got any guns left?" Vulkie asked, looking hopeful towards Marc. He just glanced at her, with a worried face. "I guess that means a no," Vulkie concluded and banged her fist on the dashboard.

The chasing car suddenly advanced, engine roaring, and pulled up next to them. "IT'S GOING TO RAM US. HANG ON EVERYONE!" Vulkie shouted, hoping the guys in the back were prepared for what was going to inevitably happen.

But what happened, was not exactly what Vulkie expected; Marc hit the brakes, while the chasing car shot forward. Almost immediately, Marc shifted the truck into first gear and put his foot on the gas pedal, building up enough power to shift into second gear and then into third.

The chasing car never stood a chance, as it had stopped in the middle of the road; Marc waltzed the truck right over it, causing everyone in the back, including luggage, to fly around.

"THIS AIN'T A TANK, LACRIMOSA!" Edward roared, banging his fist on the back of the truck. Vulkie agreed; if Marc kept this up, they wouldn't get far.

"I guess we can relax now for a bit," Marc said, shifting back into second gear. "Now we just need a safehouse, where we can lay low for a moment"

At the word "safehouse", the doctor was immediately saying his usual catchphrase: "Eeeeehhh? EEEEHHH?"

"What's going on back there? Does the doctor know anything?" Vulkie shouted. She could hear the guys talking to the doctor, but he didn't budge.

Marc also tried to listen, failing to pay attention to the road for a second. As Vulkie looked at the road, she could see a cow walking on the middle of the road.

"COW!" Vulkie shrieked and grabbed the wheel, twisting it a bit to the right; they narrowly managed to dodge it...


Vulkie3
Vulkie3
Haynes

Oct-6-2015 05:46

"That's the last thing we need Marc; cows are holy in this country. If you had hit it, we would be in serious trouble; the government would be furious." Vulkie explained. She had picked up this valuable fact when she tried to order a beef dish in Delhi; that did not end well, as she was chased out of the restaurant...

At the word government, the doctor was using his catchphrase again. "EEEH?! EEEEH!!"

"I'm sure he knows something," Vulkie said to Marc, as she casted a glance in his direction. "I saw him talking, while I was fighting with that Sphinx woman. It was as if... I'm almost sure Heimlich was conscious and said something to the doctor..." Vulkie added.

"Well, I'm sure the rest can get the information from the doctor if they apply enough pressure or ask kindly. I'm not sure about that nutcase myself," Marc pondered. Vulkie chuckled, as she reminded herself of what the doctor had done with his curry.

"I sure hope so; because if we don't hurry up, we'll lose the trail..." Vulkie mumbled, as the truck moved through the traffic...

Riza Hawkeye
Riza Hawkeye
First Nomad

Oct-6-2015 10:08

“Hold on!” Marc yelled. The trucked screeched to a stop, throwing everyone in the back off balance. Someone’s elbow jabbed Riza in the ribs, and one of Riza’s heels dug into something soft. There was a general outcry of rage and confusion, punctuated by curses and somebody’s giggling. A moment later the truck lurched forward again, and Riza scrabbled to find something to hold on to. Before she could, the truck hit a large bump and she flew nearly a foot into the air. This ride would be the death of her. What the hell kind of demon driving was this?

As the truck rattled and bumped along its way, Riza slowly slid down to the floor and clapped a hand over her mouth. The ride was making her dizzy. And the air was revolting in there. Probably a poultry delivery truck, from the way it smelled. And one that had probably been moving around in the sun all day. Festering. Riza tried very hard not to think about it as she fought the urge to vomit.

“Aunt Riza,” said a voice at her ear, “give me your arms.” Riza turned to see Arielle’s silhouette and stuck out her arms. Arielle did something with her fingers and was soon massaging Riza’s wrists with her thumbs. What was the girl doing? But…oh. Not even a minute later, Riza felt her nausea begin to subside. She leaned backward against the side of the truck.

“Thank you,” Riza exhaled. “I’ll show you how to throw knives after this is over,” she murmured. Even in the near-darkness, she could make out a hint of a smile on the young girl’s lips.

Meanwhile, the doctor was making strange noises. Ed walked over to him. “What is it? Do you know something?”

The doctor gesticulated and began to speak in rapid Mandarin.

“What? What are you saying? Speak English!” Ed demanded.

The doctor then switched over to poor English, which confused the poor man even more. Riza could tell Ed was trying very hard not to lose his temper.

Riza Hawkeye
Riza Hawkeye
First Nomad

Oct-6-2015 10:08

Arielle rolled her eyes, then calmly walked over and began conversing with the doctor. Within seconds she had gotten the information out of him. “The hideout is at the big government house in the market,” she announced.

“Marc!” Ed stalked to the front as his ears and the back of his neck reddened. “You heard that, right? We need to get to the entrance immediately. Step on it!”

The truck took on a sudden burst of speed amidst the groans and grumbles of its passengers. Not even an hour to rest or eat. At this point everyone was sitting, having determined that standing was probably not the best idea in with this turbulent driving.

“Ed,” Joseph began, “Jack’s got the amulet. I dropped it during the assault on the train.”

Ed rounded on Joseph. “You lost the amulet?” His face was incredulous.

“You didn’t even try to get it back?” Jasper interjected.

“What choice did I have?” Joseph countered. “We were being gunned down. If we didn’t leave immediately, we’d have more holes than Swiss cheese by now!”

Ed gave a shout of exasperation and slammed his fist into the side of the truck. He exhaled. “Fine. It’s fine. We’ll figure something out when we get there.” He wandered off towards the front, looking pensive.

No one else spoke. The atmosphere was tense. As the truck rushed onward, lights from the streets poked their way through the cracks. Although it was dark inside, the sky outside was darkening as well. They needed to get to their destination quickly, or else finding the hidden entrance would be nigh impossible.

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