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Post by Toz76 on Mar 16, 2017 18:55:20 GMT -5
"In here." said a voice.
Gunnarson followed it in and was surprised to see Butcher Hall and most of the leadership of the Irish Mob, tied up and unconscious. Two men were guarding them. Gunnarson recognized them as two of Blade's associates, Kross and McKbbin.
"Blade sends his regards, and offers you these high-profile prisoners in exchange for you leaving him alone while he attempts to stabilize and pacify the criminal underworld." McKibbin said.
"And why should I believe this?" Gunnarson asked.
"Because. Poma, Bawdekar, Brady, and Dexter lost their lives in that battle today. We have nothing to lose and everything to gain by making you this offer. We'll lower the violent crime rate drastically, and you leave us alone and close a few cases to boot. Also, Fowler's in the rafters with a gun at your head should you choose to report us."
"It's hypocritical to profess an end to violent crime while holding me at gunpoint."
"It was Blade's idea." Kross sighed. "He's not a stable man, but he may be the best hope London has for peace."
"Very well then, I'll pass that along to Gent, but it's not my decision. How'd you manage to capture these people anyway?"
"We were working with the Irish Mob recently and were with them when we raided Drugg's base. That's where we found Hall, and where we got the recipe for the concoction to drug the mob leaders with." Kross explained.
Gunnarson was suspicious, but there were no obvious tells of dishonesty.
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Post by frankthetriviaman on Mar 16, 2017 19:06:26 GMT -5
Gunnarson thought it over, and simply nodded. "Very well... as long as you only kill other criminals, I think we have a deal" Gunnarson said.
"We've nothing to gain from killing innocents; it won't be a problem" McKibbin explained.
Blade's gang members quietly left the scene, while Gunnarson made arrangements for a van to come and pick up the arrested mobsters and Butcher Hall.
......
Damn that Blade! I knew we shouldn't have trusted him!" Finn said; he was talking to Boss O'Connor and a few surviving lieutenants after being double crossed.
"One thing is for sure... from now on we pour our own damn whiskey" O'Connor replied.
"I managed to sneak one of these from the complex boss... perhaps it's how we'll get even with them" Murphy offered... it was a tank of Phosgene gas. O'Connor grinned.
"Watch out Blade... next time we meet, you will not see it coming" he said to himself.
......
Hartley was waiting for Gunnarson to come back to the apartment.
"Will he be back soon?" Cricket asked.
"I hope so; he said he wouldn't be long" Hartley replied.
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Post by Tug on Mar 16, 2017 21:37:28 GMT -5
Meanwhile, Bury was currently in indiscriminate car on the way to his safehouse, though he had lost Hall, Drugg, and some of his pawns, he still was stuck contemplating over what had occurred...
"Though those fools ended up dead before I could properly use them, their assets are still ripe for my plans... Hall's funds he 'donated' to me, as well as the rest of the Dirty Four's fortune, as well as the classified research from Drugg's time in Germany that's code has been broken thanks to him giving me the cipher, as well as the tons of military equipment I still have stockpiled, though this event delays my plans, there's no way they are entirely stopped... Though, that Blade fool and his cronies will be a thorn in my side, they are little consequence, the police and their lapdog Adolf Gunnarson are another matter entirely... Let's not forgot those Irish Bastards, but there's one throne in London's Underworld, and I'll be damn sure the ripper Underground, will be the one to claim it, juts you wait in see..." laughed Bury to himself as he car disappeared into the darkness of the London countryside...
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After Finnegan got off the phone with O'Connor, he left the Mob's new hideout, since Blade had sold them out over their location at the Wolf's Herd Tavern, and took to a walk towards Canary Wharf, stopping at a payphone...
"Hello, can you put this number through an international line... Thanks, I'll hold... Yes, would you please put me through to G2, secure line please... This is Agent 0524, Patrick Finnegan, with an updated report, still in deep cover on my over 5 year assignment of infiltration of the Irish Mob and finding their ties with the 'Free Ireland' Movement, Boss O'Connor has recently extracted Phosgene gas from an organization called the 'Ripper Underground', organization aims to take over the London Underworld, I wish G2 sends information over to MI6 regarding this matter, as well as information on the the individual known as 'Blade' and his associates... That is all for my report, will get back to you soon... Special Agent 0524 ending report..." said Finnegan into the phone as he ended to call, and disappeared from the canal's sight just as quickly as he arrived...
Meanwhile...
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Post by frankthetriviaman on Mar 16, 2017 21:50:54 GMT -5
Blade's gang had regrouped, and after making a deal with some doctors for their help in exchange for a great deal of money, the Blade syndicate's surviving members were getting treated. As for Elvira...
Blade, one of the few unscathed, asked the question. "Give it to me straight, is she going to make it?" he asked.
"I will get to the point sir- poisoning from strychnine, ricin and cyanide on their own is deadly enough, but she was injected with a mixture of the three. I do not know a single person who has survived ricin poisoning. If you want my advice- I suggest you start making burial plans, because she doesn't have much time left" the doctor said grimly.
Elvira simply lay unconscious on her bed; her fate seemingly sealed.
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Post by Toz76 on Mar 16, 2017 21:59:33 GMT -5
Until suddenly, she coughed and opened her eyes.
"Are you sure this is ricin poisoning?" Blade asked.
"It's what was written on the syringe we found, but I had the lab run the tests just in case. The results should be in soon."
Half an hour later, the verdict was in.
"It was just a mild sedative. Drugg must have labelled the wrong syringe."
Meanwhile, in a military hospital, doctors were baffled as a colonel lay dying.
"How? He was just hit with a mild sedative, but he's got the symptoms of ricin poisoning!" They cried.
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Post by frankthetriviaman on Mar 16, 2017 22:09:10 GMT -5
...
"Seems that Drugg's last legacy is to kill off innocent people with mislabeled "sedatives" Blade observed. Then he turned to his men. After the losses endured, he realized he had to be certain of who he still had left fighting with him.
"Wilcox, how are you doing?" He asked.
"Two bullets to the arm, but I'll live" he replied.
"Fowler, how about you?" Blade said, turning his head.
"Just a few grazes sir, nothing to get worked up over" he assured.
"Friend, holding up?" Blade asked.
"Hurts like hell, but nothing a bit of morphine can't fix" he quipped.
"Muller, how about you?" He said.
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Post by Eyes on Mar 16, 2017 22:10:18 GMT -5
"I... I don't think I can make it..."
"Someone, get help!"
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Post by frankthetriviaman on Mar 16, 2017 22:26:12 GMT -5
"Dammit, we already lost four, I am not ready to lose another!" Blade declared.
The doctors went hard at work to save him.
Blade looked around. Besides himself, there was Fowler, Wilcox, Kross, Friend, Muller, Knowles, Palepu, McKibbin, Cambria and Ruocco.
"In one light, I went from a Syndicate of 15 to 11; I only hope the assets we acquired will offset some of the human cost" Blade thought to himself.
"So when do I get out of here?" Elvira asked.
"What do you mean?" Blade asked.
"Well- I don't work for you, I work for my employer. And I think after four years he would appreciate me coming back to work" Elvira pointed out.
"You've still sustained injuries during the attack Ms. Revinev- you'll be recovering for the next two months by my estimates" the doctor said.
"Fine, I'll go back to my employer then" Elvira conceded.
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Post by Toz76 on Mar 16, 2017 23:01:49 GMT -5
"Your employer is Reginald Walters, yes?" Blade asked.
"No, more of a contractor. He hired me a few times."
"So who is your boss?"
"Can't say."
Blade quickly ran to the phone, called Palepu, and cancelled "Operation Kill Walter so she joins us".
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Post by frankthetriviaman on Mar 16, 2017 23:20:47 GMT -5
"So what will you do then?" Blade asked.
"Guess I recover, then I go exercise- the "atrophy" the doctors talked about really impacted my performance during the mission" she said.
......
In Gunnarson's apartment, he was getting updated through a phone call with Gent over what had happened.
"I see... so today was pretty successful then? Excellent, well, good night Gent" And Gunnarson hanged up.
"Well Gunnarson, since this case is pretty much wrapped up, does that mean we can send Cricket Home now?" I asked.
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Post by Eyes on Mar 16, 2017 23:23:52 GMT -5
Suddenly the door burst open. A man entered the room. "Well well well, if it isn't James Hartley..."
"Who are you?!" I cried in surprise.
"That's a question I've long asked myself, but this isn't about me, it's about you. Hartley, PREPARE TO DIE!!"
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Post by frankthetriviaman on Mar 16, 2017 23:32:50 GMT -5
The man lunged at me, and I saw my life flash before my eyes... but then something I least expected.
*BANG
*BANG
*BANG
*BANG
The man who only a moment ago was lunging for me suddenly lurched backwards; not dead, but in great pain. From his chair, I saw Gunnarson, his service revolver drawn.
"Thank you... you saved my life" was all I could say.
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Post by Eyes on Mar 16, 2017 23:37:19 GMT -5
The Man breathed in and out heavily. The smile on his face did not go away however. "A setback... that's all it is..."
"What are you doing here?" Gunnarson asked. "We should get you to a doctor!"
"No," said The Man. "I concede. You were protected by a guardian angel today Hartley, but next time you won't be so lucky."
Picking himself up, he staggered over to the door, opened it, turned back and said with a smile, "We shall meet again." Then he walked out the door into the street....
"Who was that man?" asked Gunnarson.
"I have no idea," I replied.
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Post by Toz76 on Mar 16, 2017 23:43:13 GMT -5
Meanwhile, in a field in the middle of nowhere, Blade and his gang stood around the graves of four men.
"Vincent Poma, Larry Bawdekar, Bill Dexter, and Watson Brady, you will be missed. But your deaths will not be in vain. Thanks to you, we have acquired what we need to build a crime empire the likes of which the world has never seen, and we'll do it without ending a single life unless we must."
The others bowed their heads.
"Gunnarson, until we meet again." Blade muttered to himself with a shrewd grin.
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Post by frankthetriviaman on Mar 16, 2017 23:53:47 GMT -5
Several days passed after all this had happened. Word got out that Dr. Drugg was dead, and the last of the Dirty Four had been captured. And because of the shootout at the complex, many other big names from other criminal rackets were also dead or captured.
When Gunnarson was feeling better, he came to visit Gent at Scotland Yard, where he saw Gent having a toast with some high ranking officials.
"Ah, Gunnarson, just in time. Come, join us" Gent said, offering a glass.
"What is the occasion?" Gunnarson asked.
"We are celebrating my semi-retirement" Gent said with grin.
"What?" A confused Gunnarson asked.
"You see, this case had me thinking Gunnarson- I'm too old for this field work, I'm not the man I used to be. I just can't take it anymore with this work. So, I have decided that I will be retiring from the field, and from now on my duties shall be strictly within my office at Scotland Yard" he said with a smile.
"And good timing too, your paperwork was backing up" Superintendent Battle quipped.
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Post by Eyes on Mar 17, 2017 0:08:43 GMT -5
Gunnarson came outside of the police station. I was waiting on a bench. "So Gent is semi-retiring," he said, and explained. "Ah, good for him to take the initiative," I said. "Yes, but it makes me feel old too, I'm in my forties and not growing any younger..." "Well, I have some news myself," I said. "Really?" "Yes, well, I kinda asked Cricket to marry me..." Gunnarson stared at me wide-eyed. "How... did this come about...?" "Well... you weren't there, so you can't know, but the two of us developed feelings for each other somehow. Cricket did tell me that she was an acquaintance of the man, but that was because he had lent her money once and she needed to pay him back." "I see. Well, I wish you two much happiness... wait, did you ever figure out what happened to your brother?" "Roger? Oh, turns out he's fine. His car lost a wheel and he had to spend some nights out in the wild before he could get it fixed. Turns out he wasn't kidnapped after all." "That's good to hear," said Gunnarson. He looked up at the sky. "You know, World War II preoccupied me a lot. I began using instinct rather than facts. But I feel that now I can finally be the detective I always wanted to be. It truly is a new dawn for Adolf Gunnarson..." AND THEN CAME LITERARY MOSAIC 10 |
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Post by frankthetriviaman on Mar 24, 2017 20:20:18 GMT -5
We have some lose ends, so while we are waiting for LM 9 to proceed:
EPILOGUE
Gunnarson was among a meeting of detectives with Gent, who were trying to piece together everything that had happened.
"Ok, so let's see... first, there was The Breakout- Dr. Drugg was freed by the four surviving members of The Black Scorpion, and taken to a safehouse. Said Safehouse later had a drunk man crash into it, which compromised them, so they were "rescued" by Butcher Hall's men, who took them to The Complex for this "Ripper Syndicate" where Dr. Drugg, and the rest of these men were eventually killed in the ensuing shoot out, do I have that right?" Gent asked.
"So far so good" Greene assured.
"Right. So then, some time later Ronald Wright is killed, by three men who work for One-Eyed Jack. They escape by Taxi and eventually join up with a couple more men outside the "Killing warehouse" where the Dirty four brought their clients who didn't pay up to be dealt with. What did we find out there?" Gent asked.
"Well, we've closed 47 missing persons cases, and the man in charge went by "Cadaver" for some reason. He was among the dead at the shootout in the Complex, he must have made it there sometime during the night" Walton concluded.
"Ok. So the next thing that happens, there is this woman who was trapped in the warehouse for... reasons unknown" Gent said.
"Hartley asked and she apparently didn't borrow from them; how she ended up there is anyone's guess" Gunnarson explained.
"I see. Well, from the warehouse she is brought to the hotel across the street. One of the men from earlier tries to kill her with poison gas, but only succeeds in killing the officers guarding her. Chase is given, and this man, Bloody Maury, is arrested, but is killed by the fourth man from the group to prevent him from ratting the others out; the remaining four get away but are eventually arrested and questioned, leading to some important discoveries" Gent said.
"NO thanks to Gunnarson" Walton said proudly
"Anyway, while they were arrested, a separate breakout took place yet again- Blade's gang was broken out of jail, and The Black Scorpion sent a man to Kill Elvira in Broadmoor. But before they could kill Elvira, Blade managed to sneak in, using some drugs he had from 1942, drugged the staff in the area, got her out, and replaced her with a body double, who was killed. The body double was taken for autopsy, where evidence suggests Blade killed the doctors there and attempted to blow up the morgue, but the bomb was not as powerful as intended thankfully." Gent said.
"While all this was going on- a vigilante killed One-Eyed Jack, Henry the Iceberg and Volcano Al- then he tried to kill Butcher Hall but ended up killing a double instead" Detective Byrne explained.
"Yes. Though this vigilante also appears to have no connections to anyone else- indicating a lone wolf" Detective Greene concluded.
"Right. So, Hall actually survived, and brought everyone to this complex, where the shoot out takes place and hundreds of criminals, cronies and leaders, are killed or captured. But then comes the Irish mob, what about them?" Gent asked.
"Based on what we found, it seems their only real moves were against the complex during the shootout, and just before the shootout- infiltrating the prison and killing the Black Scorpion leadership" a detective explained.
"I see. So Drugg is dead, Hall captured, the the rest of the Dirty Four and numerous other criminals dead... anything else?" Gent asked.
"Yes, something was rather off about the corpse warehouse though. The bodies were real but... everything seemed fresh... a bit too fresh. Almost as if... they were all killed recently" a detective explained.
"Any leads into that yet?" Gent asked.
"Not really"
"Well, with Cadaver dead and the missing persons cases closed, once it is cleaned up there isn't much more we will need to do on this case, so that is all right." Gent assured.
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After the meeting, Walton had a few choice words for Gunnarson.
"By the way... there's something important that needs to be clarified for you" Walton said.
"Yes?" Gunnarson asked.
"Remember when you told Gent you choose what cases you work on and there's nothing he can do about it? Well, guess what- you're completely wrong. Do not forget Gunnarson, you are a civilian and we are sworn officers. We have complete authority to prevent you from entering crime scenes, bar you from cases and even can arrest you if your investigating obstructs justice or infringes on someone else's rights. The only reason we don't is because you are a personal friend of Chief Gent and have proven useful to solving some cases. But make no mistake- once Gent retires, and that's only 3 or 4, maybe 5 years from now, the new chief of Police will not be a friend of yours. To him, you will just be another civilian, and that special treatment you get will be gone. And when that day comes, I promise you Gunnarson, I will consider it a moment of pride to be able to look at you square in the eye and say "You are a civilian, you cannot enter this crime scene." Enjoy your time working with us while you can Gunnarson, because once Gent retires, it's all over. And since he's already retired from the field... well, how much longer until the office work gets to him?" Walton pointed out as he turned around, leaving the Swede with some valid points to think about.
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"What do you mean the notes no longer exist!?" Bury fumed to his subordinate.
"When we went to get Drugg and his research; we found him dead and his notes and cocktails destroyed. We're terribly sorry sir, but there was nothing salvageable" he said.
"No matter... we still have many, many weapons at our disposal. The ripper underground will rise, but when the time is right" Bury said, as he looked out the window and thought about his next move.
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Post by frankthetriviaman on May 25, 2017 21:24:06 GMT -5
Epilogue, Part Two:
Gent was sitting in his office, thinking about what he did earlier
(flashback)
Drugg was dead at his hands, and Gent was turning to leave. Then, on the table, he saw it- a stack of papers. It was Drugg's research, notes and formulas. the cocktails that allowed him to manipulate others for his bidding. The damage they were capable of was enormous... Gent knew what he had to do.
Taking a little alcohol from a nearby bottle of vodka, he doused the papers, and then he used a book of matches on a nearby desk to set them on fire. Gent watched until nothing remained of Drugg's notes but ash.
"And that destroys your legacy, you swine. Your cocktails will never poison London again" Gent said sternly as he turned around and prepared to leave. But then, he turned around yet again and went up to Drugg's table. it was filled with chemicals, mixtures and the like. With a mighty heave, he flipped the table over, destroying and contaminating the latest concoctions of Dr. Drugg. No one would ever be able to use them or determine their compositions.
"And that guarantees that your legacy dies tonight" Gent added. Then he turned around for the last time, and walked away. The Legacy of Dr. Drugg had been reduced to a mere legend among the London criminal population. No one would ever suffer treatment from his cocktails again.
A little while later, Blade passed through the area with an unconscious Elvira in tow. He saw the tipped over table, and in one area, a pile of ashes. But Blade already knew what that meant.
"Guess your secrets die with you, doctor" Blade said to himself as he continued on his way.
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Post by Eyes on May 25, 2017 21:58:25 GMT -5
Epilogue, Part ThreeMr. Micheal Wargrave pulled a key out of his pocket and unlocked the door to his basement. Lighting a candle, he walked down the twisting and turning stairs until he reached the bottom. There, he turned on the other candles in the room, until it was a glowing scene down below. On the walls were little experiments and things he had tinkered with over the years. In the middle of the room was a drawing table, which he had used over the years to write failed novels, draw up maps and things of the sort, plans to make inventions that he had in mind. There were several drawers on the desk. Unlocking one, he pulled out some papers, and sitting down in his chair he read them over again for the umpteenth time. The 69 year old former lawyer ran his hands through his hair and whistled. "Well Drugg, you certainly did have some incredible ideas. This work can be used to benefit mankind but also... there is great evil here. I personally have no intention of using these, but one day there may come a time when they'll resurface... I can only hope that they are given to the right hands." And so saying, he locked up his drawer, blew out the candles, returned upstairs, and went to bed. ~FIN~
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