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Post by frankthetriviaman on Apr 2, 2016 15:27:53 GMT -5
She left the area and went to a dark alley where she met her employer.
"Is he dead?"
"I stabbed him in the back, just as instructed." She said as she went to accept payment. "Who's my next victim?"
"No one yet; first, we're going to wait a couple days for the attention to die down."
"Then?"
"Then you are going after this fellow here" he said, handing her a picture. "Lives in Ipswitch, and we've been given a special instruction"
"And that is?"
"When you kill him, the guy who wants him dead, wants you to make sure he "drowns in his own blood"
"what does that mean?"
"How should I know? You're the assassin, use your imagination" the employer said as he left
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Post by Eyes on Apr 2, 2016 15:37:16 GMT -5
Elvira sighed. This time it looked like it would take a bit of strategy to get him.
She walked away, thinking on what she would do.
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Post by frankthetriviaman on Apr 2, 2016 16:42:40 GMT -5
This was going to be a tricky task; but she had few failures in her career, and she was not about to add another one.
Meanwhile, as Gunnarson was making his way to the pub on his only lead, he ran into an old friend, Victor Watson, who asked him a question about something that had confused him.
"Say Gunnarson, what is the term they give to early schools in the United States; you know, for kindergarten to fifth grade? I seem to have forgotten what they call those schools."
"Why, it's elementary, my dear Watson."
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Post by frankthetriviaman on Apr 6, 2016 10:49:22 GMT -5
With that joke out of the way, Gunnarson stumbled upon a vital clue...
"What's this... A red herring?" He asked, picking up the fish. But there was a cut into it. He reached inside and pulled out... Another codes message... With the same key.
"Another coded message- same key? So, what does this one say?"
He began decoding "when the dawn's light falls on the tower London..."
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Post by Eyes on Apr 6, 2016 10:57:44 GMT -5
"....then shall man truly perspire."
"What on earth is that supposed to mean?!"
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Post by frankthetriviaman on Apr 6, 2016 11:23:28 GMT -5
"Tower London is clearly the Tower of London... And dawn... Something is going to happen at dawn. I must hurry!"
Gunnarson ran to the Tower of London... Something was going to happen at dawn... But what?
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Post by Eyes on Apr 6, 2016 11:51:18 GMT -5
"Gunnarson!" called a voice.
Gunnarson turned and saw...
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Post by frankthetriviaman on Apr 6, 2016 11:59:30 GMT -5
It was Gent.
"Why up so early this morning? It's pretty strange even for you." Gent pointed out.
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Post by Eyes on Apr 6, 2016 12:17:40 GMT -5
"Well, min vän, I am here on business!"
"What? Why?"
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Post by frankthetriviaman on Apr 6, 2016 12:52:46 GMT -5
I found a note from the same people who were involved with the alley murder. Something is about to happen at the Tower of London at dawn, and I intend to find out" Gunnarson explained.
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Post by Eyes on Apr 6, 2016 13:34:08 GMT -5
"I see," said Gent. "Shall I stay here with you?"
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Post by frankthetriviaman on Apr 6, 2016 13:57:45 GMT -5
"If you wish to; hold on; I see something."
At a nearby phone booth, Gunnarson overheard "yea; I'm on the way. Of course I got it. Don't worry, he's taken care of. I'll never forgive him for tearing my favorite scarf though. See you soon." And he hung up and started walking... Towards the Tower of London.
"That can't be a coincidence," Gent observed.
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Post by Eyes on Apr 6, 2016 14:03:41 GMT -5
"Well, it was a coincidence that you ran into me here," Gunnarson pointed out.
"True."
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Post by frankthetriviaman on Apr 6, 2016 14:23:57 GMT -5
They followed the man in the black suit, where he met with two others.
"Here's the package". The man said
Gent and Gunnarson listened in on the conversation
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Post by Eyes on Apr 6, 2016 14:31:59 GMT -5
"Ah, thank you, my friend."
The man paid the other man, and opened the package. Gunnarson and Gent peared in the window. Inside were... ice skates.
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Post by frankthetriviaman on Apr 6, 2016 15:37:46 GMT -5
""Do they have the "special heels" I requested?"
"Yes they do" the giver said as he left. The man took the ice skates, and took off the bottom heel. He pulled out another piece of paper. Gunnarson began making out what was going on.
"That's another coded paper."
But the real shocker came when the man's scarf fell off. Gunnarson made out the unique pattern... And the tear on one end.
"Ugh; man I need new shoes; but why are size 14s so hard to find?" He asked himself. The rather big man too off his hat, revealing blonde hair, then he took out cigarettes for a smoke... Royal Guard cigarettes.
Now there was no denying it "that's him! That's the guy!" Gunnarson told Gent.
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Post by Eyes on Apr 6, 2016 16:03:38 GMT -5
"Alright," said Gent. "Sir, you're under arrest."
"What? Why?"
"That paper you have."
"But..."
"But what?"
The man groaned and handed the paper to Gent.
"Dearest,
Father is still not ready to let you return. He does not like engagement at all! But I don't care what he says, Darling. I still love you, love, love, LOVE you!
Your beloved Annie."
Gent coughed, said "Excuse me", and left with Gunnarson.
"We sure have made fools of ourselves, haven't we?"
"Yes," replied Gunnarson, "we... mun Gud! The bridge! We forgot about the bridge!"
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Post by frankthetriviaman on Apr 6, 2016 16:19:58 GMT -5
(I highly doubt two people can have the same torn scarf with the unique pattern)
Wasting no time, the two set off for the bridge.
Where they saw another meeting.
"He has been taken care of?"
"Of course; that traitor won't be causing us anymore trouble" the man said as he took out a pack of Royal Guard cigarettes
"Man, these are so hard to find" he said as he continued talking.
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Post by Eyes on Apr 6, 2016 16:31:43 GMT -5
Gent moved forward without thinking.
"Stop!" said Gunnarson in vain.
"Alright," said Gent, "what's going o- Oh! Mr. Prime Minister, Sir!"
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Post by frankthetriviaman on Apr 6, 2016 16:40:39 GMT -5
"With all due respect, why are you here sir? Being out in the open, and in wartime! You are an easy target sir." Gent pointed out.
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