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Post by Eyes on Mar 3, 2017 22:13:16 GMT -5
Suddenly shots rang out. "Ugh!"
Nobody was hurt except for the man, who fell down dead, riddled with bullets.
"What the devil is happening?!"
"Everyone, search the area immediately!"
The woman and I were speechless.
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Post by frankthetriviaman on Mar 3, 2017 22:20:38 GMT -5
We didn't find a person; but we did find where he shot from; in the alley across the way, we found bullet casings.
"Someone head down that alley! Look for evidence!" The sergeant called out.
One of the officers came over to the body. "Wait a minute; I know this fellow! Maurice Reed; Bloody Maury they called him. Had some run ins with us before, but nothing ever stuck" he said.
"Anything else?" I asked.
"Yea; he's an associate of One-Eyed Jack" he added.
"So... someone is targeting One-Eyed Jack's men?" I speculated.
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Post by Eyes on Mar 3, 2017 22:23:53 GMT -5
Suddenly the man in charge at the scene received a phone call.
"What?! Henry the Iceberg is... dead?!"
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Elsewhere, Gunnarson had been...
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Post by frankthetriviaman on Mar 3, 2017 22:33:13 GMT -5
Standing outside a small building. It had some apartments, and there was someone who lived there who might be able to help him.
"Your brainpower could be of help to me... but no, I cannot in good conscience do so. This case is too dangerous; if he gets hurt because of me I could never forgive myself. Forgive me, Poirot, but you'll have to sit this one out" and Gunnarson turned his back on the place, and headed home.
Deciding he needed to rest for a while, Gunnarson was sitting at home when he got a phone call from Gent.
"Hello? Another update? Wait, now another member of the Dirty Four is dead?" Gunnarson asked, confused.
......
In the freezer of a restaurant, the body of Henry the Iceberg had been found. No gunshots or stabs were located, and it was found that the temperature of the freezer was lower than usual... he had died of hypothermia.
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Post by Eyes on Mar 3, 2017 22:37:16 GMT -5
Gunnarson arrived on the scene just before Gent (who had called from the office).
"What happened here?" he asked.
"Damn fool got frozen to death," Gent said, frustrated. "Goddamn it, all these cases... and that daughter of mine is no help to me either..."
"Let's not talk about her then. Let's just focus on the case here."
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Post by frankthetriviaman on Mar 3, 2017 22:43:20 GMT -5
"What do you think Gunnarson, another message?" Gent asked.
"Yes, think about it. Henry the Iceberg, frozen to death. One of two things happened here- either someone has it out for the Dirty Four and he intends to kill them all poetically, or this is one of the stangest cases of coincidence I have ever seen, with two of the dirty four dying within a few days of each other."
"One thing is for sure- Volcano Al and Butcher Hall are going to enjoy having less competition" Gent observed.
"Quite; so what do we know so far?" Gunnarson asked.
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Post by Eyes on Mar 3, 2017 22:47:25 GMT -5
"Well, according to my excellent police force, he was last seen in person at around 8:00 AM this morning. Then he was not seen until now."
"I see. So what you're saying is..."
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Post by frankthetriviaman on Mar 3, 2017 22:52:24 GMT -5
"...if it is 4 pm now, at some point between then and now, there is an 8 hour window during which he could have been killed" Gunnarson said.
"Correct. And from what the Medical Examiner has told me, he's been dead at least 3 hours" Gent explained.
"What now?" Gunnarson asked.
"I'm heading back to Scotland Yard; I'm assembling a team together to straighten out this mess and see if any of these cases are connected. What about you?" Gent asked.
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Post by Eyes on Mar 3, 2017 22:58:23 GMT -5
"I'm not sure yet... perhaps I ought to check in with Hartley first..."
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The Man sipped his coffee. Outside the window he saw his target.
"Hartley... would be simple to kill you now... but honestly it would be more fun to... play with you a little first..."
And he took another sip.
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Meanwhile, I was...
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Post by Toz76 on Mar 3, 2017 23:25:22 GMT -5
Waiting in a cafe with the woman, who was telling me her life story.
But meanwhile, yet another twist was emerging.
"Officer Kenneth, the autopsy confirms it- this is not Elvira." One of the doctors said. "Wrong blood type, too short, missing her signature tattoo, even the hair is dyed. How she escaped is beyond us, but it must have recently, because of how fresh the hair dye is. I suggest warning Gent immediately, or Elvira could-"
"Officer Kenneth" pulled out twin daggers. All four doctors were dead in seconds. Blade pulled the daggers out of the corpses, pocketed them, and strode out of the facility, pausing only to make a quick call with only the cryptic code phrase "Canary Yellow Blaze" before striding out to his car, his brother's badge allowing him to escape unnoticed. Once there, he lit the fuse and drove off in the stolen police cruiser with Elvira in the secret compartment.
Fifteen minutes later, just as the dead bodies of the doctors were found, the entire facility exploded.
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Post by frankthetriviaman on Mar 3, 2017 23:32:48 GMT -5
Well, the explosion didn't do as much damage as they thought it did. Sure, it was loud and took out a fair deal of windows- but the facility was still standing.
The fire department managed to get everything under control in less than an hour. Once the chaos had subsided, detectives were brought in to investigate.
Gent was informed of the attack on the morgue, and was asked if he wanted to go.
"No, I can't, I just can't. I've seen enough crime scenes to last me a year. Just, just sent in the detectives and I'll review the report when they give it to me" he said, burying his face in his hands while sitting at his desk.
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Post by Tug on Mar 4, 2017 0:35:25 GMT -5
Meanwhile, at the Wolf's Herd Tavern in London's East End, a man was thrown against a table, knocking it and him sideways onto the floor...
"I'm only going to ask this one more time... Where's Drugg?" asked the man who did the throwing
"As a former member of the Black Scorpion, I would never sell out my associates, even if our organization is no longer completely whole..." replied the thrown man as a bullet went into his shoulder, followed by a scream...
"If there are any regular patrons still in this fine establishment, kick 'em out... Now Murphy!" shouted the shooter as he resheathed his revolver
"Right Finn..." answered Murphy as Irish Mobsters 'convinced' sober people to leave and physically threw out all the drunks...
"Make sure the bartender stays in the back and knows not to peek if he knows what's good for him, since this isn't a location we own, it's the best place to keep a meeting like this secret... Also, someone take care of this trash..." ordered Finnegan as the two tables were organized to be used as to guards stood by the back room...
In the alley out behind the tavern, a squad car drove up and parked outside, with two mobsters on standby, while a man and a woman exited the vehicle, the mobsters dropped the car in a tarp to hide its existence. Afterwards, they led the duo into the tavern where Finnegan and other high ranking mobsters awaited them...
Finnegan began, "This must feel strange Mr. Blade and Ms. Elvira, but since we've both been had by a mutual associate, and provided the front money to rescue your crew, we thought it would work best if we pooled our resources together to find and kill that bastard Drugg, are you in?"
Anyway...
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Post by frankthetriviaman on Mar 4, 2017 0:46:05 GMT -5
Blade simply said "I would rather wait until my crew is here, if that is all right with you; if we are to do this correctly, everyone who is going to be involved should be present"
"Fair enough; Kelly, what's the status on the Trucks?" Finnegan asked.
"Pulling around back now, sir" he replied.
"Excellent; that's one piece of business settled" Finnegan noted.
"So, I heard both One-Eyed Jack and Henry the Iceberg have bitten the dust; quite unfortunate, eh?" Blade said, killing time while they waited for their other associates to arrive.
"One-Eyed Jack's loss does present a problem, given that he was our regular broker; but we will move on" Finnegan shrugged.
"How much you want to bet Volcano Al and Butcher Hall are enjoying the fact there's less competition now?" Blade asked.
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Post by Toz76 on Mar 4, 2017 0:50:12 GMT -5
"And they'll soon be eliminated by Drugg or whoever's doing this, no doubt." Elvira added.
Soon, the rest of Blade's crew arrived, and Fowler and Wilcox took a seat at Blade's side.
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Post by Tug on Mar 4, 2017 0:59:34 GMT -5
"Alright, here's how it is currently, we, the Irish Mob know our way around the underworld and know how to deal with muscle as well as being our own, but with the death of our main information broker, we currently are in the dark on where we can find Drugg, our closest lead being a former Black Scorpion member who was more useful dead... And you Blade, have a vast information network and skilled killers at your disposal, but most of your assets are currently frozen by Scotland Yard and at least half of your crew was just broken out of jail... So as O'Connor set up previously, if we combine our assets, we'll probably be able to find Drugg and finish him off before the Police can even get any idea we're on the move... So are you in?" asked Finnegan
Blade contemplated for a moment until he finally answered...
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Post by Toz76 on Mar 4, 2017 1:02:51 GMT -5
"Yes, on one condition."
"That being?"
"We get first access to any formulas of Drugg that we may find during our attempts or on his person, regardless of function."
Finnegan considered that and replied...
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Post by Tug on Mar 4, 2017 1:06:33 GMT -5
"Fine with us, we're mobsters not hitmen, all we care about is money, booze, and guns..." laughed Finn as he and Blade shook on the arrangement, some of the mobsters emptied the liquor shelves, with Blade's men wanted some but declined due to the possibility of poisons, but the Blade-Irish Mobster Alliance was now in full swing, a group no other players in this case could see coming...
Meanwhile...
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Post by Eyes on Mar 4, 2017 1:18:38 GMT -5
Meanwhile...
"So," I said, "I never did catch your name."
"My name? Oh! My name is Phillipa Catherine Earnest, though most call me 'Cricket'."
"Cricket? An interesting nickname."
"Well it all comes from something back when I was little..."
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Post by frankthetriviaman on Mar 4, 2017 1:31:38 GMT -5
She went on to tell me the story, but as I sat there, little did I know a breakthrough had finally been made in the case.
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At Scotland Yard, Gent was overseeing the group who was working perhaps the most complicated series of cases he had ever dealt with, when at last.
"Sir, important news" Constable Dwight said, coming up to him.
"What is it?" Gent said.
"We've made some arrests concerning this case, and you ought to see who they are" Dwight said, leading him to the holding cells.
A little while later, Gent was looking at four men behind the bars.
"We caught them initially for speeding, however..." And Dwight went over everything "their car is the black Humber Hawk from seen from the street of that warehouse/hotel case. But here's the real kicker- three of the four men..." and he showed them the sketches from the Ronald Wright Murder. Then Gent looked at one of them. "Robert Klein?" He asked.
"Yea?" he replied. Gent only grinned.
"And I presume the rest of these fine gentlemen are also associates of the late One-Eyed Jack?" Gent surmised.
"Yea, and what of it? You only got three of us, and for one lousy murder" Klein bragged.
"I don't think so...we've got enough circumstantial evidence placing you lot at the hotel and warehouse. But why kill one of your own?" Gent asked.
"So he wouldn't rat us out!" The fourth man, presumably the shooter of Bloody Maury, said outright.
"Shut up!" Klein said, now looking nervous.
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Post by Eyes on Mar 4, 2017 1:36:26 GMT -5
Gent grinned, when an officer came up to him. "Excuse me sir, there's something you need to know...."
"WHAT?!"
"You have got to be kidding me!" Gent said. "One-Eyed Jack, shot in his eye; Henry the Iceberg, frozen to death; and now Volcano Al, burned in a house fire... something is not right...!!"
He picked up the phone and called Gunnarson.
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