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Post by Eyes on Nov 27, 2016 23:44:15 GMT -5
"Hmm, what did the note say?"
Hartley read him the note.
"Oh, it's in code is all it is."
"I guessed that. Do you have the code?" asked Hartley.
"Yes. Uncoded the message says..."
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Post by frankthetriviaman on Nov 28, 2016 0:36:23 GMT -5
"Come to The Cavern at 11:00 Friday; we will meet there" Stein explained.
Then Hartley thought back to a code Gunnarson told him a while back "The Cavern... oh, I see! Thanks Stein, I know what to do now" Hartley said as he hung up. Running home, Hartley had some explaining to do.
"Gunnarson's in a heap of trouble; needs to meet with me, pronto. Sorry, going to have to cut this visit short" Hartley said.
"All right; understood" Roger replied.
......
Some time later, Hartley was making his way to...
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Post by Eyes on Nov 28, 2016 0:42:53 GMT -5
Laverna Cavernes, a nightclub in Falkirk, Scotland. Hartley drove up to the front door, and walked inside.
"'Ello," said the owner. "What canna doo fer yoo?"
"I'll have a whiskey on the rocks," said Hartley.
"Right ye are."
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Post by frankthetriviaman on Nov 28, 2016 1:32:32 GMT -5
Hartley waited for a while. Till at last, he saw a battered, bruised Swede enter the nightclub. Gunnarson had at last come back.
"Gunnarson, that you?" Hartley asked.
"Good to see you to, friend" Gunnarson replied. Then he sat down.
"Just what the heck happened?" Hartley asked.
"Well, it all started at King's Cross station..." Gunnarson began
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Post by Eyes on Nov 28, 2016 1:36:30 GMT -5
And he told Hartley of all that had happened.
"Oh wow," said Hartley when Gunnarson was finished.
"You can say that again," said the Swede. "Now, I need your help, Hartley."
"Sure thing. What do you need me for?"
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Post by frankthetriviaman on Nov 28, 2016 1:44:31 GMT -5
"The mine I was at, this whole thing... it is bigger than we could have possibly imagined. Look, see this paper? According to it, this whole thing, it's run by..."
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Post by Eyes on Nov 28, 2016 1:57:05 GMT -5
"...a criminal organization known as the Black Scorpion."
"The Black Scorpion? What is that?"
"It is the third largest criminal organization in existence. Not many know of it because they have covered up their tracks quite well every time. I have run into them once or twice in previous cases, but have never been able to prove anything."
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Post by frankthetriviaman on Nov 28, 2016 2:11:39 GMT -5
"But this time is different?" Hartley asked.
"Yes. I think I can finally put a stop to them. See, this abandoned mine, its used as one of their bases. And I found this" Gunnarson said, holding up a piece of paper.
"It... looks like some sort of memo" Hartley observed.
"Yes. There's going to be a meeting in a couple days. 8 of the top guys in the organization. We have a chance to get them; cut off the head of the proverbial snake" Gunnarson explained.
"How do we do that?" Hartley asked.
"Simple, we start with..."
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Post by Eyes on Nov 28, 2016 2:14:06 GMT -5
"...going to the hotel they are staying at, and we will work on it from there."
"Wait, we?"
"Yes Hartley, if you can spare some time, I would like you to come and help me."
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Post by frankthetriviaman on Nov 28, 2016 2:20:31 GMT -5
"I suppose... still got my army training, so I think I can be of use" Hartley said.
"One more thing... these guys are behind the murder I was investigating the other day" Gunnarson explained.
"What?" Hartley asked, confused.
"It didn't occur to me then, but as I investigated it suddenly made sense. The body being dumped in the sack, the stabs in the chest, the bullet wound in the head... it's the hallmark kill style of Vincent Dulgren; one of their top muscle men. I've seen a few of his other victims before. Problem is, this guy literally has nothing attached to him, making him impossible to find. But chances are, at a meeting this big, he's going to be there" Gunnarson explained.
"You sure?" Hartley asked.
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Post by Eyes on Nov 28, 2016 2:24:06 GMT -5
"Let's say 74.9% sure at minimum."
"OK, let's do this. Give me my orders, sir!" said Hartley in a joking fashion.
Gunnarson smiled but said seriously, "This is nothing to joke about Hartley. This may be our most dangerous case yet..."
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Post by frankthetriviaman on Nov 28, 2016 2:29:31 GMT -5
"Then what are we waiting for? We have to stop these guys" Hartley pointed out.
"It's not as simple as, say, going into the hotel and shooting up the place. No, we have to think this through carefully. Come on, we've got work to do" and the two men quietly left the nightclub, and headed for the hotel in question.
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Post by Eyes on Nov 28, 2016 2:38:26 GMT -5
Meanwhile, somewhere completely different, a man in a padded cell with handcuffs around his wrists was laughing to himself.
"Excellent," he said. "Things are working out just as I expected..."
Meanwhile, Gent was...
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Post by frankthetriviaman on Nov 28, 2016 2:47:03 GMT -5
In the middle of breaking free of his captor. Thanks to the person getting distracted for a moment, Gent was able to sucker punch him and a brawl ensued between the two. Ultimately, Gent managed to get lucky when their fight brought them to a flight of stairs. In the commotion, Gent pushed him to the edge, the criminal lost his footing, and fell, getting knocked out cold.
(Sorry guys, just wanted to expedite the plot, and make sure the focus was where it needed to be. We can undo this if needed)
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Post by Eyes on Nov 28, 2016 12:21:10 GMT -5
(Gent suddenly became John McClane, lol.  ) "Well!" said Gent, "now that's over, what should I do now?" He decided the best thing today was to haul the man over to Scotland Yard and have him locked up. Before he could leave, however... |
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Post by frankthetriviaman on Nov 28, 2016 13:17:22 GMT -5
(I imagine Gent being old enough that he served in World War I, so he probably knows how to hold his own)
He needed to calm down and figure out what the heck was going on here.
"What gives? I mean, sure, I am Chief of Police, but I don't anywhere near as much power as government types. Who would want to kidnap me? It's not like they have much to gain from it" he reasoned. He thought back to Gunnarson's trifecta... the "motive" part he just couldn't make sense of
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Post by Eyes on Nov 28, 2016 13:23:59 GMT -5
(I'm thinking that Gent is in his forties, possibly fifties.)
"Unless they wanted me out of the way for something... OH NO!" he cried, and rushed out of the building, leaving his unconscious captor behind.
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Post by frankthetriviaman on Nov 28, 2016 13:57:32 GMT -5
(Well, if we assume he was born in 1896- that makes him 50 in 1946, so it does work)
He ran to the phonebooth and called headquarters.
"Yes, we need a car down here, now. There's a criminal we need locked away, immediately! Also, I need someone to check on..."
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Post by Eyes on Nov 28, 2016 16:31:41 GMT -5
"Adolf Gunnarson, I fear his in danger."
"Where is Gunnarson right now, Sir?"
"Um... I am not sure..."
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Post by frankthetriviaman on Nov 28, 2016 17:57:59 GMT -5
"All I know is, my kidnapper said something about a mine in Northern Scotland, and Gunnarson being "collateral for an exchange" but none of it made any sense" Gent explained.
"We'll be on it sir" The man on the other end said.
Some time later, a couple cars arrived. The crook was taken away in one (in too much pain to resist) and Gent went in another
"Now, I need you to take me to..."
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