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Post by majorvictory on Aug 18, 2016 13:33:42 GMT
"Here in Minneapolis," Andrew said, astonished. "I'll be sure to keep my eyes out, sir. If I do see something, how can I get in touch?" Alright, kid, if there's one thing that I hate more than a G-Man, it's a Nazi sympathizer."At the police station or better yet, he said writing down the address and phone number, this is the hotel I am staying at."
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Post by Adminenkainen on Aug 22, 2016 15:58:42 GMT
"Here in Minneapolis," Andrew said, astonished. "I'll be sure to keep my eyes out, sir. If I do see something, how can I get in touch?" Alright, kid, if there's one thing that I hate more than a G-Man, it's a Nazi sympathizer.Andrew had Agent Murphy's hotel information. He went back and finally filled out the police academy forms at the front desk. Baby steps, perhaps, but Andrew was better off than he was yesterday morning. He had the ear of an actual FBI agent, who might help him later. He had two people willing to help speed his entry into the police academy (and only one of them was crooked). He knew about one crooked cop, Dustin Riggenberg. He knew about three wanted criminals -- Bruce Dayton, Irving Robinson, and Clark McInerny. Uncle Jack was confident his memory of Clark hanging out at the train station was accurate; Clark just wasn't there yesterday. Further, Andrew knew the FBI was investigating the train station for some reason that didn't have to do with Clark. And he still had Joan Tobias, who he could call at any time for a date...
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Post by Adminenkainen on Aug 22, 2016 16:03:42 GMT
Ooc note to editor I looked at Howard's sheet and he does own a car Howard asks the desk officer for Henri address stating that the playhouse wishes to give his support to Henri family and maid. The desk gives the address and Howard and Veronica go to the home looking for clues and hopes to interview the maid. Henri Deselles' address was public knowledge, so the officer at the front desk gave it to Howard. After that, Howard and Veronica rode in style to Groveland Terrace, in the Lowry Hill neighborhood. The only thing that marred the trip was Veronica saying "Too bad that nice Detective Larson wasn't there today." ((I'm going to have to pause you here until we find out how The Leading Man's scene turns out.))
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Post by Adminenkainen on Aug 22, 2016 16:26:10 GMT
"At the police station or better yet, he said writing down the address and phone number, this is the hotel I am staying at." Rick was glad he had given his contact information to this Andrew kid; he had the feeling Andrew knew more than he was telling. Rick knew nothing of this Clark McInerny, but Andrew had acted like Rick should have known about him. Rick's next big lead, though, was the saboteur who got away yesterday, Kevin Dufour. Rick had read his address on the man's license yesterday and verified it this morning by calling the Department of Motor Vehicles. Kevin lived at 4100 Lakeside Ave N, here in Minneapolis. The police had already been there to pick him up, but he wasn't home. Rick could still search the place for clues, though. Or he could go back to the train station and look for trouble there.
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Post by dtspurrier on Aug 23, 2016 4:18:14 GMT
Howard parks the car and they both step out. Both of the magicians head to the front door and knock waiting for the maid to answer.
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Post by majorvictory on Aug 23, 2016 23:57:38 GMT
"At the police station or better yet, he said writing down the address and phone number, this is the hotel I am staying at." Rick was glad he had given his contact information to this Andrew kid; he had the feeling Andrew knew more than he was telling. Rick knew nothing of this Clark McInerny, but Andrew had acted like Rick should have known about him. Rick's next big lead, though, was the saboteur who got away yesterday, Kevin Dufour. Rick had read his address on the man's license yesterday and verified it this morning by calling the Department of Motor Vehicles. Kevin lived at 4100 Lakeside Ave N, here in Minneapolis. The police had already been there to pick him up, but he wasn't home. Rick could still search the place for clues, though. Or he could go back to the train station and look for trouble there. Rick Murphy walked casually in the train station, staying close to a place he could change quickly. He wore a long trench coat concealing his identity as Captain Avenger, ready to spring into action at moments notice. It was getting late, but an anticipation for action kept him warm.
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Post by Adminenkainen on Aug 24, 2016 22:09:13 GMT
Rick Murphy walked casually in the train station, staying close to a place he could change quickly. He wore a long trench coat concealing his identity as Captain Avenger, ready to spring into action at moments notice. It was getting late, but an anticipation for action kept him warm. It was actually more like 3:30 pm when something did happen. Rick had been hanging around the train station for hours when he first noticed two tough-looking guys. He didn't recognize either of them, but at least one Rick could presume was or had been a boxer by his cauliflower ears. They were just hanging around. In fact, he noticed them because they were noticing him. From the moment they first passed by him, they had taken an interest in him. At first they had walked away and whispered to each other. Then they just watched Rick from a distance for awhile. Now they were finding excuses to come by him on the semi-crowded train platform, pretending they were confused by the schedule brochures they held, but really just keeping close by him (between 10' and 30' at all times). (( roll: 1))
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Post by Orpheus Jack on Aug 25, 2016 14:59:01 GMT
Andrew had Agent Murphy's hotel information. He went back and finally filled out the police academy forms at the front desk. Baby steps, perhaps, but Andrew was better off than he was yesterday morning. He had the ear of an actual FBI agent, who might help him later. He had two people willing to help speed his entry into the police academy (and only one of them was crooked). He knew about one crooked cop, Dustin Riggenberg. He knew about three wanted criminals -- Bruce Dayton, Irving Robinson, and Clark McInerny. Uncle Jack was confident his memory of Clark hanging out at the train station was accurate; Clark just wasn't there yesterday. Further, Andrew knew the FBI was investigating the train station for some reason that didn't have to do with Clark. And he still had Joan Tobias, who he could call at any time for a date... Much as he wanted to, Andrew had promised himself he'd wait to call Joan. He'd stand by that. For now, at least. In the meantime, he'd head back to the train station. He had two leads there now. McInerny and his gang were still missing and apparently the FBI thought Nazi sympathizers were connected to the train station in some way. Andrew didn't have a lot to go on, but he'd try his best.
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Post by Adminenkainen on Aug 25, 2016 15:16:05 GMT
Much as he wanted to, Andrew had promised himself he'd wait to call Joan. He'd stand by that. For now, at least. In the meantime, he'd head back to the train station. He had two leads there now. McInerny and his gang were still missing and apparently the FBI thought Nazi sympathizers were connected to the train station in some way. Andrew didn't have a lot to go on, but he'd try his best. Andrew had shown up at the train station not long after Agent Murphy got there. They spotted each other around 12:30, and spent the next three hours observing each other, as well as the people around them. Something odd about Agent Murphy, though, he was wearing a big trench coat now and seemed to have some unusual clothes on underneath it. And then it happened -- Andrew spotted, not only Clark McInerny, but Bruce Dayton as well; he recognized them both from the wanted posters he'd seen! And then something even odder happened...they started hanging around Agent Murphy, like they were considering going up and talking to him...
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Post by majorvictory on Aug 26, 2016 0:20:30 GMT
Rick Murphy walked casually in the train station, staying close to a place he could change quickly. He wore a long trench coat concealing his identity as Captain Avenger, ready to spring into action at moments notice. It was getting late, but an anticipation for action kept him warm. It was actually more like 3:30 pm when something did happen. Rick had been hanging around the train station for hours when he first noticed two tough-looking guys. He didn't recognize either of them, but at least one Rick could presume was or had been a boxer by his cauliflower ears. They were just hanging around. In fact, he noticed them because they were noticing him. From the moment they first passed by him, they had taken an interest in him. At first they had walked away and whispered to each other. Then they just watched Rick from a distance for awhile. Now they were finding excuses to come by him on the semi-crowded train platform, pretending they were confused by the schedule brochures they held, but really just keeping close by him (between 10' and 30' at all times). (( roll: 1)) (Do I see Andrew?) Well, he thought to himself, might as well get this out of the way. Walking over to the two men he said rather directly, "Good afternoon, couldn't help but noticed you staring at me, is there something I can help you with?"
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Post by Adminenkainen on Aug 26, 2016 3:56:14 GMT
((Andrew sees Rick, but Rick doesn't see Andrew yet.)) (( rolls: 5, 3))
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Post by Adminenkainen on Aug 27, 2016 15:36:34 GMT
Well, he thought to himself, might as well get this out of the way. Walking over to the two men he said rather directly, "Good afternoon, couldn't help but noticed you staring at me, is there something I can help you with?" "Yes. We need to talk to you," the one who didn't look like an ex-boxer said. "But it has to be somewhere alone. Somewhere private. Can we do that?" "Now?" prompted the ex-boxer.
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Post by majorvictory on Aug 27, 2016 15:52:03 GMT
"Sure, no problem, don't want to create a scene after all" he replied with a disarming grin.
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Post by Adminenkainen on Aug 30, 2016 0:30:36 GMT
>The Leading Man ducked down for cover as Todd died next to him. Unknown to him, the servos of his joints made the move swifter than a normal man could have gotten down. They whirred very quietly again as he opened the car door and bolted for the safety of the house. He rushed up the stairs to gather the Deselles. Once he knew they were safe he planned to hurry them to safety somehow.< The Leading Man made it back into the house before the mystery sniper and herded the Deselles out into the darkness. Since Henri was drunk, and Jean was treacherous, The Leading Man held onto both of them. Under cover of that darkness, they made their way off the property and into the city proper. The Leading Man did not sleep that night. He watched over his two charges in the room he had rented for them in the Minneapolis West Hotel and was on guard for any more attacks, in case the Silver Shirts had managed to follow him. No further attacks came. Early that morning, The Leading Man had begun trying to place long-distance phone calls to MOVIES, hoping for more instructions. But he had no answer from any of his contacts in MOVIES. It was 9 am. Jean was up now, though Henri was still asleep (snoring off and on). She avoided The Leading Man for awhile, which was just as well. The Leading Man had a lot of thinking to do. What could be behind the MOVIES' silence? What use did the Silver Shirts have for Henri Deselles that would make them willing to commit murder? What could The Leading Man do to keep both Henri and Jean safe, when Jean was still intent (as far as The Leading Man knew) on killing Henri? "Have you thought of what we will do for clothes?" Jean asked him at last (around 9:30 am). "We left too suddenly last night to take anything."
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Post by Adminenkainen on Aug 30, 2016 0:46:06 GMT
Howard parks the car and they both step out. Both of the magicians head to the front door and knock waiting for the maid to answer. It had been some time since Howard had taken his Buick out for a spin in the country. And he still hadn't, though this neighborhood on the outskirts of Minneapolis was spacious enough to momentarily fool someone otherwise. There was a police car parked out in front of the Deselles house. When Howard pulled up, a policeman got out of the car and came up to Howard's window. "Do you have any business with the Deselles?" the policeman asked. Howard made it clear he had just come from police headquarters and knew the Deselles were missing. He asked to see the maid. "She's taking the day off now," the policeman said. "Pretty upsetting, finding two dead bodies in the house she was employed at. No, neither victim was Henri or Jean Deselles. One was Todd Littrick, an insurance salesman, shot dead in his car at the end of the driveway. The other was Will McCall, a small time hitman from Saint Paul. Will was found dead in the kitchen, still tied to a chair. There was no sign of the Deselles, but the maid told us a good-looking man named Liam Mortimer had come around, looking for Henri earlier in the day. We're still trying to find this Liam, for questioning."
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