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Post by frankthetriviaman on Jul 16, 2016 23:10:06 GMT -5
"But I do not recall lock picking being among your abilities" Hastings said. "any ideas?"
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Post by Eyes on Jul 16, 2016 23:14:02 GMT -5
"Something like an axe of a stick could help..." Gunnarson said thoughtfully.
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Post by frankthetriviaman on Jul 16, 2016 23:16:59 GMT -5
(You mean Poirot? Gunnarson is at the other place)
Hastings looked around, then on a nearby tree stump, he saw something. "I say, Poirot, is that an axe over there?"
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Post by Eyes on Jul 16, 2016 23:21:14 GMT -5
(Whoops...  ) "Good gracious, it is! Quick, get it!" |
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Post by frankthetriviaman on Jul 17, 2016 0:12:16 GMT -5
So, after breaking down the door and entering, Poirot noticed many jars and vials of chemicals and medicines. Though he could not make sense of the scientific notes, it was clear what this room was for though.
"Goodness... this must be where Drugg made his cocktails" Poirot surmised.
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Post by Eyes on Jul 17, 2016 0:14:48 GMT -5
"Well my dear Poirot," said a voice, "you ARE perseptive."
Poirot turned. "Drugg!"
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Post by frankthetriviaman on Jul 17, 2016 0:19:22 GMT -5
"I am impressed that you managed to find my Cocktail kitchen. But unfortunately this is the end of the line for you. You two gentlemen are going to sleep. You see, though rare, doctors make mistakes. And I am not completely sure, but these tranquilizer doses are probably enough to stop your heart. Or not, I don't know." Then he pulled out two needles and charged right at them.
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Post by Eyes on Jul 17, 2016 0:22:04 GMT -5
But at that very moment, Gent, Gunnarson, Hartley, and some other policemen burst in.
"Dr. Drugg," cried Gent, "you're under arrest!"
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Post by frankthetriviaman on Jul 17, 2016 0:28:07 GMT -5
"What? But how is this possible? You were miles away at my infirmary" Drugg pointed out.
"Let's just say I had a theory" Gunnarson said.
"And probably no evidence to back it up. Face it Gunnarson, you've got nothing on me." Drugg said.
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Post by Eyes on Jul 17, 2016 0:40:22 GMT -5
"I think not," said Gunnarson. "I'm afraid, my dear Drugg, that you slipped up!"
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Post by frankthetriviaman on Jul 17, 2016 1:02:08 GMT -5
Gunnarson spent a good deal of time on the topic, explaining exactly how evidence linked Drugg to everything.
"Well, it seems you've got me figured out" Drugg admitted.
"Now, you are under arrest" Gent said firmly.
But Drugg had one more trick up his sleeve. He saw one of the officers, and recognized him.
"Do it" he said in a deep voice. Suddenly, the officer's eyes went blank. He stared at Gent, and pointed his revolver at him
*BANG!!
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Post by Toz76 on Jul 17, 2016 1:06:19 GMT -5
Gent reeled back, bleeding from the chest wound. The other police officers trained their guns on the hypnotized one, but were reluctant to fire, and he picked them of one by one.
Drugg grabbed a bag of his concoctions and ran outside, where a train was idling in the nearby yard. He leapt into an empty coal truck just as the train started off.
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Post by Tug on Jul 17, 2016 1:21:54 GMT -5
"And if I'm correct that damn O'Connor's bomb in my building should be going off any minute now... He never fully trusted me from the beginning and was planning to frame my death by a bomb to be done by Gunnarson... That fool, to think I would fall for a trap like that..." Drugg said to himself as he watched the seven buildings blow up in the distance...
"Hm... Checkmate Gunnarson, it seems I was one step ahead of you after all... Ahahaha!"
Our heroes meanwhile...
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Post by frankthetriviaman on Jul 17, 2016 1:34:13 GMT -5
Had escaped in time. But Drugg, in his arrogance, failed to notice something.
From the freight car behind him, a shot rang out and he took a bullet to the knee.
"gah!! What the?"
Then, Gunnarson stood up from the car and leaped into Drugg's. His service revolver drawn.
"Two things Drugg: one, when you're running away, always make sure you can actually outrun your pursuers. And two: never run to an obvious endpoint. You're going to pay for nearly killing a good friend of mine"
The train stopped due to a red signal. Gunnarson Dragged Drugg out of the car and once stripping him of all his cocktails regrouped with his friends.
Two officers who never had treatment with Drugg took him away, it was the end of the line now.
Next day, the papers all said the same thing.
"Gunnarson Redeemed; private investigator catches nazi agent operating in London"
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Post by Eyes on Jul 17, 2016 7:25:10 GMT -5
As it turned out, Gent was still alive, though badly injured. Gunnarson came to visit him in the hospital.
"Well," Gent smiled weakly, "I see from the papers that you've been redeemed, Gunnarson."
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Post by frankthetriviaman on Jul 17, 2016 10:01:20 GMT -5
"Yes. The prosecutor's office said they won't pursue the charges for the time being, in light of Drugg's influence on the case
"Good. So, what about Elvira, the mob and Blade's cell?" Gent asked.
"Their time will come. The mob will take a while, and I have a feeling Elvira and Blade will show up in due time." Gunnarson said.
"What happened to Drugg then?"
"Sent to a prison hospital; only people he has never had contact wil are allowed near him. Thanks to the journals we recovered, we know who he had, and will act accordingly."
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Post by Eyes on Jul 17, 2016 10:42:12 GMT -5
"There's also likely to be a hanging sometime soon..." Gunnarson finished.
As it turned out, Elvira and Blade were eventually caught, and the mob...
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Post by frankthetriviaman on Jul 17, 2016 11:19:11 GMT -5
(A later story)
Had fled back to Ireland, so they were no longer a problem; for London, at least.
A sting operation by Scotland Yard lead to the capture of Elvira and her return to Broadmoor.
But as for Blade and his remaining men...
(Let's not jump the gun D-11; we should see if Toz has anything left he wants to do first)
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Post by Toz76 on Jul 17, 2016 11:43:11 GMT -5
They had decided to lay low for a bit.
"We were connected to that Nazi scum, they'll be hunting for us. I have a safe house on an island we can stay at until the heat is off us. Then maybe we can see about rescuing Fowler, Wilcox, Elvira, and the rest."
So Blade and the others sailed off into the mists. They would grapple with Gunnarson again in the future, but that's a story for another time.
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Post by frankthetriviaman on Jul 17, 2016 12:22:30 GMT -5
After everything that had happened, Gunnarson felt like he needed some much needed quiet. Though Blade's cell and the mob had gotten away, with everything he had accomplished, Gunnarson felt like enough had happened to satisfy weeks of casework.
Hastings and Poirot met with Gunnarson one more time before Gunnarson had elected to take a break for a while.
"Well, this has certainly been one interesting case mon ami, and it has been nice to see my old friend Hastings again" Poirot said.
"Speaking of which, where is Hartley?" Hastings asked.
"Went back to Scotland for a while; he said his brother's wife called and she needed help, so he's gone back for a while."
"What are you off to now?" Gunnarson asked.
"I'd like to go back home, but with all the U-boats I am afraid to sail at this point in time" Hastings said.
"And I'm going to see...." (Insert reference to Poirot story set during WWII here)
"Well, as for me, I'm going to go visit someone special" Gunnarson said.
A while later, Gunnarson was in a cemetery. He looked up the rows of stones until at last he found the one he was looking for.
"Ah, there you are" he said to himself. He carried with him a folding chair, so he set it up and then took out his other things: a bottle of brandy and two glasses.
"I hope you like brandy sir; having never met you I can only guess" Gunnarson said thoughtfully. Then he took one glass, poured some brandy and put it on the tombstone, then he took the other glass and poured some for himself.
"I've read about the cases you've solved, and I am most impressed. It's a shame so many years separate us, I think we would've worked well together."
As Gunnarson did a cheers motion and took a drink, he looked thoughtfully at the tombstone, which simply said HOLMES.
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