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Post by frankthetriviaman on Apr 24, 2016 16:45:13 GMT -5
*Pause
Toz, I don't want to push you out of this; its great to have another writer on this, so I just wanted to be sure- was this sort of what you had in mind, or did we go too far from your idea?
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Post by Toz76 on Apr 24, 2016 16:47:41 GMT -5
This is basically where I was going, although I didn't want Gadfrey to ever have been married.
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Post by frankthetriviaman on Apr 24, 2016 17:04:26 GMT -5
Ah; perhaps we'll edit that part out later, it's not a problem
*unpause
They had just arrived on the farm when a farmhand came running up to the truck. He was petrified.
" Ms. Gadfrey! It's terrible! Another sheep has been shot!" He said in fear.
"No, not again!" She said as she shot out of the vehicle and ran to the fields.
"Interesting" Gunnarson observed "Not even night yet and already another animal killed; whoever this is really wants to destroy the flock" he concluded.
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Post by Biblically Accurate Angel on Apr 24, 2016 17:36:17 GMT -5
"Mrs. Gadfrey?" he said, but she'd already gone.
Gunnarson out of the car, but suddenly thought of something he hadn't thought of before. "What if... oh no! Mrs. Gadfrey!" and he rushed to find her. BANG! went a gun. "Oh, please no!" cried Gunnarson, but he was too late - there on the ground was the dead body of Mrs. Gadfrey, shot through the head.
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Post by frankthetriviaman on Apr 24, 2016 17:44:47 GMT -5
He got closer to the body... to his shock, Ms. Gadfrey shot up, and immediately screamed "where is he!? Where is that animal murderer!?" She said.
Gunnarson took a second look- what he thought was a gunshot was actually an open wound from a pistol whip.
"Ms. Gafrey, what happened?" Gunnarson asked, confused.
"I managed to see the animal killer for a moment, but he was to quick... the last thing I remember is him raising his arm, but then everything blacked out."
"He must have pistol whipped you; left you with a concussion to hope you'd forget his face." Gunnarson said.
"I think he succedded... everything is a blur to me..." She said before she fainted.
"Come on; let's get her to her farmhouse" Kenneth said.
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Post by frankthetriviaman on Apr 25, 2016 9:34:00 GMT -5
By the way; are we just doing the Gadfrey case in this story, or will we go back to the other one eventually?
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Post by Biblically Accurate Angel on Apr 25, 2016 10:13:31 GMT -5
We'll do both.
"Damn it," said Mrs. Gadfrey.
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Post by frankthetriviaman on Apr 25, 2016 12:25:50 GMT -5
*Ms.
In the farm house, Sergeant Kenneth tended to Ms. Gadfrey's wounds, while Gunnarson talked to the farmhand.
"You may actually have the clue that could break this case. Did you see anything prior to finding the dead sheep?" Gunnarson asked
"Yea... I saw the animal killer walk up to the heard."
Gunnarson smiled at his fortune "tell me everything you remember"
......
Back in London, the attempt to find fingerprints on the bottle had failed. With no other leads or evidence to go on, Gent made a call. "With all other possibilities ruled out, I have no choice but to call this case an accidental suicide due to alcohol impairment" he told his fellow officers. He then ordered the scene to be cleaned up and the body delivered to the family to be laid to rest. "if there is no evidence to follow, there is no case to solve" Gent said to himself.
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Post by frankthetriviaman on Apr 28, 2016 20:48:14 GMT -5
Gunnarson was talking to the farmhand, who was telling his story.
"So I this guy walk up quietly behind a sheep. He pulled out a handgun, and shot it in the back. I managed to get behind him and scuffle a bit, but he threw me off and ran away."
"interesting; what do you remember about the man?" Gunnarson asked
"he had this long gray hair, and looked rather disheveled. When he looked at me, he had this look of panic in his eyes. When we fought, I only saw his face for a second; he had a rather large scar running from his right eye down to his nose, but the eye didn't look blinded. I did pick up a few things he dropped" and he put them on the table. There was the casing of the fired cartridge, some old coins, a ripped piece of sleeve and bits of potato.
"I ripped his sleeve off in the scuffle, and the coins flew out of a pocket" he explained.
Gunnarson looked at the potato "well, that explains why you never heard the gunshots; he's using potatoes as silencers; put them on the end of the barrel and they muffle the sound pretty well actually" Gunnarson explained. Then he looked at the torn sleeve.
"it's not a common fabric or pattern- he will stand out in a crowd" Gunnarson explained. Then he concluded "Overall, his target is the animals, not people." He said. "Otherwise, he would have killed you and Gadfrey when he had the chance."
......
In London, at a local Pub, a man was sitting by himself at a corner booth. It was quiet and there were less than 8 other patrons in there... just the way he liked it.
"Poor Malcolm... if only you kept your word. Well, here's to you "friend," hope you find better luck wherever it is you ended up" he said to himself as he raised his glass then drank.
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Post by Toz76 on Apr 29, 2016 0:04:40 GMT -5
A man walked up to him. He was wearing a gray plaid coat with the left sleeve missing, and had a gray wig and makeup kit poking out of his suitcase. "'Ello, Blade." He said, using the agreed-upon code name.
"I can see your disguise in that suitcase, Fowler." "Blade" said.
"Now look 'ere, no one's got eyes as trained as you. And anyway, no one'll think of good ol' me when they see "O'Connell" the senile old Scotsman, so I can shoot livestock at me leisure." Fowler grinned, somewhat drunkedly.
"You're still wearing his coat, imbecile. And there is one man who can rival my intellectual prowess." Blade slid a picture down to Fowler. "His name is Gunnarson. He'll be at the Gadfrey ranch tomorrow. Shoot him dead."
"Look 'ere, Blade, I can kill beasties no problem, but I ain't gonna kill no man."
"Funny, Malcolm said that too. And now he's dead. If we're going to get the Gadfrey farm, you need to do as I say, or you'll be reunited with old Malcolm. Clear?"
"Okay, Blade."
... The next day, Kenneth felt unwell, so Gunnarson and Zoie Gadfrey were in the fields watching for whoever was shooting the cattle.
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Post by frankthetriviaman on Apr 29, 2016 0:17:18 GMT -5
(i think blade killed Malcolm because Malcolm owed money; eh, don't worry about it, it was probably another deal they had)
Gadfrey was going around feeding the animals while Gunnarson escorted her.
"I will tell you one thing" she said. "I am relieved none of my farmhands were behind the killing my animals; I wasn't so sure who I could trust anymore" she elaborated.
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Post by Toz76 on Apr 29, 2016 0:27:48 GMT -5
"I am too. It means we have more reliable witnesses in case it happens again."
In a small grove of trees nearby, Fowler was in his disguise and watched Gunnarson and Gadfrey walking down to the sheep pasture. He took a swig of whiskey for his nerves, aimed at Gunnarson's skull, and fired.
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Post by frankthetriviaman on May 2, 2016 11:50:23 GMT -5
*ok, I'll be the first to admit my last post was not that great; let's try again.
A gunshot rang out, and whizzed right between Gunnarson and Gadfrey.
"What the? Shooter! Get down!" Gunnarson said to Gadfrey. A second shot was fired just as the two of them hit the ground. Another shot was heard.
"Where is that coming from?!" A panicked Gadfrey asked.
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Post by Biblically Accurate Angel on May 2, 2016 12:29:41 GMT -5
"Over there!" cried Gunnarson. That's when they saw...
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Post by Toz76 on May 2, 2016 18:06:35 GMT -5
Several gunmen rise from the treeline and begin to shoot anything that moved, farmhands and animals alike.
"Run!" Yelled Gunnarson, grabbing Gadfrey.
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Post by Biblically Accurate Angel on May 2, 2016 18:13:09 GMT -5
The two ran, but suddenly - "UNGH!" cried Gadfrey, as she fell over, shot in the leg.
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Post by frankthetriviaman on May 2, 2016 19:34:09 GMT -5
"Oh no!" Gunnarson called out as he tried to help Ms Gadfrey. He signed for a moment "I didn't want to use it; but it looks like I have no choice". Hold Ms Gadfrey in one hand and helping her limp, he pulled out "his old service revolver" and fired with the other.
Some of the farmhands got their shotguns and began returning fire.
From the farmhouse, Kenneth woke up from the commotion
"What the?" He said as he heard glass shatter near him.
"Kenneth! Get on the phone! Get back up!" Gunnarson said as he returned fire.
"Ok!" Kenneth yelled as he went in to the phone.
"Hello? Operator? Get me the local outpost, fast!" Kenneth said in a panic.
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Post by Biblically Accurate Angel on May 2, 2016 19:38:05 GMT -5
However, no one was there. "Damn it!"
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Post by frankthetriviaman on May 2, 2016 20:12:51 GMT -5
(That doesn't make any sense- how could there not be an operator?)
"Ok; hang up and try again" he said to himself.
Outside, the Gunmen were starting to pull out as Gunnarson and Gadfrey entered the house.
"Kenneth; what the heck is taking so long?!" Gunnarson screamed.
"I think I misdialed the first time; hold on I'm trying again!" He said as he got the operator
"Operator; please, the local outpost, it's an emergency!" He screamed.
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Post by Toz76 on May 2, 2016 20:49:02 GMT -5
"I think they cut the phone lines! Here, I'll get Gadfrey inside!"
Gunnarson helped Gadfrey into the doorway of the house, reloaded his gun, and ran after the attackers. "Aim for the legs, don't aim for the heart," he muttered to himself."
"I'm going to die!" Gadfrey sobbed.
"No, you aren't. Just relax."
"But who will take care of the farm when I die?"
"You aren't going to... look, if it makes you feel better, we can go over your will." Luckily, Gadfrey had a draft of it in her pocket."
"I just can't decide which one of my farmhands to give it to! They all say they don't want it, but if I don't give it to them, then who?"
"Um... if I may be so direct, I've taking a liking to this place. Maybe I could take it? It would be in good hands."
"Oh, thank you, Kenneth!" Gadfrey quickly wrote it in. "Here, I need a witness too."
"Got it." Kenneth signed. "You didn't need to worry so much, a shot to the leg won't kill you." He pulled out his gun and shot Gadfrey twice in the chest. "But that will."
"Blade" chuckled as he pocketed the gun. He would simply tell Gunnarson, if the dumb pacifist twit was still alive, that the Raiders had shot poor Gadfrey as he stood in the doorway. After all, who would suspect Kenneth of being behind all this? He smirked. Taking the trip down to London for the meeting last night had been a risk worth taking.
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