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Post Meanwhile, at the club...
A bloody frost, the ice of blood, a Rouge taint on the white of snow. Such tinctures stands out starkly against the white expanse, the blueish transparency of ice. Contrary to conventional wisdom, blood can freeze quickly. In mid-drop even, pouring fitfully from the broken bodies buried beneath a gun carriage spilled into the snow. It was another battle, one more in the incessant hit and run attacks the Russians inflicted on the tattered shreds of France's Grand Armee. That once-great force that staggered westwards towards the Vistula river in 1813 and possible safety. Yet Jean-Claude didn’t remember the battle. Did it matter? One of many, dozens in that campaign alone, if watching an army have its entrails spread across its march could be considered a campaign. Only the blood remained in his memory. Icicles of blood hanging like crimson teeth before the gaping maw of the dislodged cannon, a void of blackness that seemed to invite the French lieutenant to be its next victim. Were those eyes in the icy fangs? Eyes that gorged on death, on suffering? Eyes that came for one and all…

With a start, Jean Claude jerked awake. His right hand had already formed into a gauntlet of ice, his frozen blade already beginning to rise from his fist, as well as a hilt of blue crystal frost. Jean-Claude caught his breath, and willed the frost away. Another moment, and only wafts of mist remained in the sitting room of the suite General Alcide Rodin had reserved for his use while his security was in question. Yawning, the Frenchman pulled a pocket watch from his vest and saw that it was already morning. ‘Curious.’ He thought to himself with some surprise. None of his erstwhile companions had come to inform him of danger, nor had the General called upon him. Unless… No, with a glance Jean-Claude saw across the walkway, Rodin enjoying a breakfast with Pierre in the nearby breakfast nook. ‘No dangers here tonight, for a change.’ Still, Jean-Claude couldn’t bring himself to relax. None of his new comrades at the Matthews house had sent a note nor another of his fellow SuperMankind to relieve him. That could mean things are well, or things are worse than the Chevalier of Cold could imagine. He made his apologies to Alcide Rodin and left for the lobby of the club. With luck, a courier will be there to carry a message for him. If not, perhaps a nearby telegraphy could send a missive. Whistling to himself, he took the stairs two at a time.

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Still, Jean-Claude couldn’t bring himself to relax. None of his new comrades at the Matthews house had sent a note nor another of his fellow SuperMankind to relieve him. That could mean things are well, or things are worse than the Chevalier of Cold could imagine. He made his apologies to Alcide Rodin and left for the lobby of the club. With luck, a courier will be there to carry a message for him. If not, perhaps a nearby telegraphy could send a missive. Whistling to himself, he took the stairs two at a time.


Nice

By the way, my vote is 'or things are worse than he could imagine'

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Alexandra's Journal

It is a curious thing to witness a life end. I have seen children, men, and women alike be claimed by illness's that even my abilities could not fight. Watched elderly bodies fail after decades of life, held their hand as their heart slowed, felt the heaviness in my own eyes as they slowly closed theirs. Registered the creeping numbness ease the ache of their too old bones until I once again felt only my own heart beat, my own pains... I am no stranger to death, but I am no friend to it either.

I had never had a hand in causing one before. I did not do the deed, nor do I judge my fellows for their hand in it either, but nonetheless I feel it is important to reflect upon it. I went into the scenario a bit blindly, only focusing on mitigating the threat the man presented and did not spare a thought to what came after. If I had I wondr if the man would still be alive now. Perhaps he could have given us information that would have saved other lives... or perhaps it would have only granted him enough time to end us as he had been trying to all day. Again, I understand why what happened came to pass, but I feel accountable nonetheless. I, who fancy myself a Doctor, who can recite the Hippocratic oath from memory and dream of a future where I might one day be allowed to recite it to a group of my peers... I allowed a man to die today.

What do I do with this knowledge? I think that the only reasonable thing for me to do is to resolve to do better in the future to advocate for mercy when I can do so in good concience. Upon reflection I cannot say if this would have been the right time for mercy, but I am not able to say that it wasn't either.

Roger says that we need to "raid" a certain consulate to find more evidence against the enemies of the French General, and Roger's Queen. This will call for stealth and Roger has noted how effective our group is working together. He would prefer to have us. I agreed to be there only if I was allowed to wear a disguise. Jean-Claude and Roger may have the blessings of their governments, and Liam is in it for the money... But I am an American, and my nation has no interest in a war with the Turks, we are still dealing with the powers on our own continent as it is. I cannot afford to make this into an act of war from my people.

I do not know of Faith's feelings on this matter either. I will have to ask her on our way to the rendezvous point with the others. I will not be doing this as myself, I will not wear my mask either. I will just be another gentleman who has been caught up in this scheme. If we are caught I have to do everything I can to protect my father from the enemy, and minimize the repercussions for my home. I can't help but laugh at myself a bit, when did I decide to go fight a shadow war? How easily these choices seem to make themselves.

I wonder how things would have looked in the shadows if I had opened my eyes. Roger traveled into them with me twice today, once to cover ground quickly and the other to help protect me. Do the shadows worry Roger because of how different they are from our world? Or are they terrible because they look so much the same? Do the shadows show us our worst nightmares, or do the people Roger shows them to only scream because they see his? I do not know if it is common sense or just fear the prevents me from finding out.


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Dec 18 2017

***
The Secretary of North American branch of The Secretory of Foreign Affairs frowned as he put that last communique down, on the ever growing stack, and rubbed his for head … What had Roger gotten himself involved in, what hornets’ nest had he kicked there in Chicago….

Mister Purdy, Roy my good man, a drink please, and I think we will need it to be a stronger than a spot of tea.


Master Roy Purdy blinked in surprise at the request, but couldn’t hold back a slight smirk, as he poured the drink with his back turned to his boss, at the thought of Roger causing enough mischief to force The Secretary of North American branch of The Secretory of Foreign Affairs to request his normal sip of post dinner gin at 1500.

The Secretary of North American branch of The Secretory of Foreign Affairs again looked at the stack of messages … Rogers last telegraphs including the latest from from 2 nights ago, the transcript of the interrogation of the Turkish assassin by the British consulate in Chicago’s - showing a wider spread network going at least back to the Turkish embassy in New York, replies form the home office and various consulates, and lastly the 2 form … well somewhere above the home office in London … referencing ‘The night Phantom’, a ‘Cheshire cat’, in Chicago’ and the request by (Galahad) on information, then the notification that the situation is being ‘monitored’ by The Queens Knights

Without realizing it The Secretary of North American branch of The Secretory of Foreign Affairs had already downed his first glass of Gin and absently mindedly waived for a 2nd

What has Roger done …

***
Roger finished the tea and scone (still not even sure if he had taken it off someone else’s plate) and quickly explained his plan

I am known and my mind is tied by ‘The Night Phantom’ he knows my plans and my history, and knows where I move as I move … He will know my instinct is to go to my safe house, get a communication out to ask for assistance from … Well, ask for assistance, and … . He will expect it, if I do that he may miss other movements.

Liam, Miss Faith, along with Jean Claude, your attacks can be from a distance, Damon, you can bampf from roof top to ground in an instant. You can all be arranged to ambush. Miss Alexandra, you are restricted to a touch to harm anything so it will be needful for you to be next to me. Galahad, is the most resilient of us and can fly, so if he can be close by Miss Alexandra it may be helpful. Plus, he could be a distraction to lure the bastard French bomber to me if he hesitates.

I know the perfect alley for the ambush, just behind my 3rd safe house, Damon, would you be so kind and go ask Jean Claude, and Galahad if they will leave his French General friend and go with you to the rooftops by the alley? Liam, can you escort Miss Faith to the address, you should be safe enough to go more direct as the bomber will be paying attention to my movements. Miss A will you escort me on a stroll through the streets till we are close enough for me to shadow walk us to the alley? And, be careful anytime I am forced to bring you into the shadows with me, do not look around, do your best to keep your eyes closed.

Soon enough all had left the café and made their way to the alley way, as the British aristocrat spy and the Chicagoan healer meandered through the afternoon crowded streets. At the right time, Roger tightened his grip on Miss A’s arm, “Ready?” … and then a step into the shadows … In his fear excitement and caution, Scima did not even attempt to partake in the excursion.

Walking through the shadows traversing alley and building into the alley designated as the ambush.

Then, a step from the shadows realms into a dingy shadow filled Chicago slums alley way. A quick glance around show all in place, and Galahad, seeing them step from the shadows readies to act as a mugger as part of the bait for the French assassin. However, before the English Automaton could take more than 2 steps, the French assassin steps out of the Ether.

Roger, ready now for an attack easily moves Miss Alexandra (the assassin’s target of this specific attack) out of harm’s way, and as surprise crosses the French Assassin’s face, Roger spins him around and grapples him.

In quick succession, a shot rings out (Liam finally getting to use the captured Turkish sniper rifle) and Miss Faith lashes out with a mental blast. Thin Miss A reaches out and forces the skin and bone of the assassin to grow, twist, warp, and then meld to the bomb, then she stumbles backward grimacing at the pain in her hands from this.

Roger, now seeing the bomb is firmly affixed to the assassin, but busy keeping him grappled and held, yells for someone to push the button to trigger the short countdown on the bomb. Again in a tangle of actions, someone pushes the button, another shot, a brick of ice forms around the assassin’s warped and malformed hands, and then Galahad has the bomber in his grip and is lifting him into the air. Roger releases the bomber and tumbles to the ground.

Each flap of the construct’s wings takes the assassin and his bomb higher. Knowing the explosion will be nearby, and Miss Aleksandra being in danger from it, Roger again grabs the healer’s arm and pulls the 2 of them back into the shadow realm. Knowing the healer is ill used to violence and war he (more forcefully than planed) tells her “Close your eyes, DO NOT LOOK”

After flying above the roof tops, but still over the alley, the Frenchman envelops himself in the Ether, with the construct releasing him just before he is pulled into the ether along with the Frenchman.

Roger blinks in surprise as the Frenchman becomes more distinctly visible in the shadow realm (with its overlapping and nearness to the Ether) and begins to fall.

For once, Roger and Schima are fully in agreement as they watch the assassin tumble 10 20 30 feet through ether space and then the bomb detonates … A smile flashes across the British aristocrat / shadow bender’s face as the Frenchman that hounded them with cat and mouse tactics all day vanishes into a fine red mist.

Not wanting to expose the healer to much of the shadow realm’s nightmare scape Roger lingers only for a moment at the destruction of the assassin, and then returns the 2 back to the realm of sun light.

A deep sigh and roger admits “Well, that went better than I thought, we do work well together do we not”

Soon enough all are gathered together and the discussion turns to there being more than one attacker, do we set and guard the General and passively wait for the attack, or do we raid (sneak and pilfer instead of frontal assault) the local Turkish consulate and see if more information can be gathered on who the 2nd bomber may be, if there are more than 2 and what else may be found at the Turkish safe house.

Miss A and Miss F quickly returned to the Dr’s house to better dress for the evening’s raid, and send apologies to the patients not seen due to the afternoon’s attack (and to put a bowl of cream and a thank you note out for the Cheshire cat that warned Miss A earlier in the day).

The rest returned to the General and informed him of the death of the one bomber, but the likelihood that there was at least 1 more attacker, one able to remain invisible, and cautioned his regular military security to remain vigilant.

Then the group headed to the rendezvous a few block away from the Turkish consulate.

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I really enjoy these, Thanks for continuing to write them.

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08 Jan 2018

***
Somewhere along the eastern seaboard of the US, in a nondescript office of a trading company (used as a front for the British Secretory of Foreign Affairs operating in those United States of North America). A codded telegraph message is decoded an passed to the office manager/station chief

Danger (stop)
Life-threatening opponent in Chicago (stop)
Extremely powerful mentalist (stop)
Able to read thoughts (stop)
Plant thoughts in others (stop)
Cause fratricide (stop)
Mask reality (stop)
I have been utterly compromised (stop)
Take all further communications from me with care (stop)
Suspect one who ordered [Galahad] to attack French General also compromised (stop)
Need assistance against mentalist forthwith (stop)
Or remove British assets away from Chicago (stop)
Is beyond my ability to effect mentalist (stop)
Danger (stop)

Master Roy Purdy frowned as he finished translating the messages. He may hate Roger Mosby, and his entire family and their peers, but the thought of a mentalist able to compromise the ariscotatic spy - and at least one other of Her Majesties subjects – was troubling. The secretary for the American section of the British Secretory of Foreign Affairs would not enjoy getting this message

***

Roger looked around the group gathered across the street from the Turkish consulate and nodded at the collective plan. He and Damon would use their skills and abilities to sneak into the consulate, go through the offices and see if they can find any information about the other super(s) hired to assassinate General … and any proof of Turkish involvement. The others would wait here in case there was trouble.

The British aristocrat and spy waited for the blue furred Prussian acrobat to bamph to the roof of the consulate. Once he saw Damon appear on the roof, he wrapped himself in shadows and shadow walked into the consulate.

Once he was in the building he began searching room by room to see if there was anyone other than low level guards in the building and then to see if there were notes of any kind. Eventually he made his way to the 2nd floor where Damon was rifling through the office to see if there were any notes there.

Upon seeing the acrobat … Roger had the feeling he was an enemy that needed to be captured … without thought, the spy called forth his shadows to entrap the new found opponent. Bamph, the acrobat appears outside the consulate, across the street on another roof top. Roger gritting his teeth at the lost quarry, shadow walks to follow him, only to be lost and out ran by the repeated bamphng of the acrobat.

Eventually, Roger shakes his head, confused … attack a friend, that is an alien thought, … Scima … no, Scima loves the shadows and the dark freedom they offer, but is not malicious … never an outright attack even at Scima’s worst. Something else, someone else … and powerful.

Roger makes his way back to the rendezvous point, carefully checking (in the shadow realm and out in the real world of light) to see if he could spot the new threat. Nothing, whatever it was, was either invisible, or attacking from a distance. Either way it was more powerful than Roger could contest with.

More than ever, he had to find something out, who is the attacker, where are they, why are they …

When meeting the group, Roger holds his hands up, looking at the angry worried acrobat, saying his mind was influenced by someone else, and they all need to be careful, watchful.

Again they talk and plan … there must be information in the consulate. Roger knows that the house’s basement has not yet been searched – the place most likely to house the safe/safe room.

It is too dangerous for others to go with him, he was compromised and unreliable, and a danger to his allies, so Roger decides to go again, but alone this time.

Carefully, walking through the shadows, being stealthful even in the shadow realm. Into the building, and down into the basement. Quick enough he finds a false wall, with a room bared from him due to its utter darkness. Yes, what he looked for a safe, no bigger, a safe room perfect. However, it complete darkness in the room kept the British shadow walker at bay.

Stepping from the shadows, Roger quietly opened the false wall, and smiled at the safe door, 3 locks … not easy, time consuming, but doable for the spy …. Click …. Click …. Click … and the door swings open.

Knowing the danger of being stuck inside in the complete dark, the spy jams a char back into the safe’s hinge to keep the door open, and clicks on the safe room’s overhead light, and begins searching. Row after row stack after stack of locked boxes … nothing … in the back a stack of boxes , … cloths, shoes, … and accessories … everything needed to give disguises to lackeys, guards, and spies.

Click, the light is off and the door is shut … without a sound … Roger curses and fumbles in the box of accessories , yes a new kerosene cigar lighter, … wrap a shirt around one of the umbrellas, and he has a torch … well if the know I’m here, no need to be quiet till they come and open the door.

Pulling his knife, the trapped spy begins prying open one of the locked drawers, as it opens

“You there, stop moving or we will shot” in a thick Turkish accent

The door is open and the light flashes to life. … again without a sound … something is wrong here …

4 Turkish guards stand in the door rifles readied.

The British spy smiles slides the knife back into his belt and raises his empty hand slowly. Turning with a sly half smile …. And tosses the make shift torch back into the boxes of cloths.

The Turks react in surprise, one running in to put out the fire before it spreads to other more valuable boxes and secret records, as he nears the spy, Roger reaches and grabs him, … boom, … boom boom … 3 shots ring out in the basement. One bullet grazing the spy’s leg, hardly drawing blood and doing no real damage.

Expertly, the spy has the 4th guard in his grip and turned as a shield for the other 3 riflemen. Slowly pushing the fighting guard forward, as the other Turks back away and go toward the sides of the door. As the spy, with his human shield, walks toward the door, and under the safe room’s light, the British spy draws his pistol and fires up into the light. As the light pops and goes out, the safe room is filled with shadows from the basement light …

A push sending the Turk guard into the basement and shadows wrap around the smirking spy

Soon enough, he stalks through the shadow realm towards his friend, knowing there is a powerful opponent hunting him.

He looks up to see a statuesque, attractive, scantily clad, red-headed, fantastical lady standing in the shadow realm

“I have sooooo enjoyed our little game, and I look forward to playing with you more” With a distinctive American accent (but one that can plant thought, mask sight, and appear in the shadow realm can easy enough fake their appearance in the vision they are making and change the accent one hears in the vision)

And she vanishes from sight.

Roger reemerges from the shadows into the alley near his friends.

A quick warning of the powers and abilities of their foe and his lack of success in gathering evidence or intelligence, even the consulate’s safe room, and the group readies for the rest of the night, and the spy went to send an emergency telegraph communicate to the British Secretory of Foreign Affairs operating in those United States

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From Faith's journal:

The strangest turn of events occurred to-day. I was drinking my tea with my friends (so much tea of late!) when I felt the furry nuzzling of a kitten against my leg. I do confess I looked around the table to see if it was one of my companions taking undue advantage, but thankfully it was not.

It was a small cat-man, such as my companions had been discussing, and he introduced himself as Felix, and he was a perfect gentleman. My companions did not know to whom I was addressing my side of the conversation, and Felix said it was because he was appearing specifically to me.

He said I have a good heart. Bless him for saying so. I have known him a short time but I like him very much.

He is from another world (Calyxia!), where the dominant race possess a form like his.

Immediately upon meeting him, he offered me a drink. He is very well bred in this way. The drink turned out to be a vial with which I might make mental contact with the Queen of Spades, who is the one who has been wreaking havoc upon our group, and who wishes to dispense with the General. For mere money. She is a simple mercenary, after all. Disappointing. Though her skills are formidable. She seems to have mastered illusion and telepathy. She is accustomed to the finer things, which may turn out to be a weakness.

Felix said perhaps the potion could make me her equal in terms of telepathy, but it would require his help to exceed her power. But that path comes with great risk. We could both lose our identity and become a single abomination.

We discussed the problem of Roger being a direct line to us, and began coming up with ways in which we could find her and/or screen our minds from her. It came to pass that Felix offered to create a potion to help protect us from her (he is a skilled brewer of potions), provided we had a lab of sufficient quality. Alexandra's lab came to mind, though it did mean we'd need to bring Roger back and possibly lead her to us and have her observe all we were doing.

We toyed with the idea of drugging or even freezing Roger, but he did not like this idea in the least. I suppose I cannot blame him. He is very brave under normal circumstances but threatened with the possibility of such an ignominious end, he becomes rather more circumspect in his actions.

So we headed back to Alexandra's home, and there we began to plot in earnest, and I served to translate Felix's thoughts to the group.

Felix has a heightened sense of smell, and he could possibly find the Queen of Spades by scent alone, given proper proximity (50 feet.) He possesses other attributes of the feline as well, sneaking, leaping, and certainly delivering vicious bites (he bit off the Queen's nose soon after her arrival.)

We had some good fortune. While perusing the local fishwrap Roger found news pertaining to an actress with a wounded nose.

She contacted Roger and Damon not long after. They are quite in her pocket by now I fear. She said she would be here in 30 minutes. She must have a fearful countenance, lacking a nose!

She had the audacity to ask Felix to stay out of her sight, and he agreed. Miss Alexandra insisted that no hostilities take place under her roof. She has such a medieval view of hospitality, but I suppose it reflects upon her honor.

Roger then began talking to himself. I believe the Queen is in his mind.

Once she arrived, she had quite a presence, dripping with elegance and the appearance of wealth, save for her mutilated face.

Sonja Fergus is her name, a burlesque dancer. She came with terms: she will terminate her contract with the general, promise no further hostilities, no contracts against us, if we repair the damage to her face. I know this is something of which Miss Alexandra is capable. She seems willing. I don't trust her. Felix seemed to have reason to dislike her.

In any case, she claims to be the only Super who was offered a contract on the General, so it would contribute greatly to his safety if she were out of the picture.

Galahad does not seem very good with shades of gray, so perhaps a case must be made to him to spare her, lest he fulfills his duty perhaps too efficiently.

She offers to manipulate her employer to redirect him to a new target. I should hope it would not be an innocent.

She claims to be an opportunist, but is not sadistic or evil. A protector of children, no less. I am not certain what the distinction might be, but she seems convinced of it. Perhaps that counts for something. She wants to be better friends with Alexandra. I don't understand her aims.

She made two threats against my new dear friend Felix. I was incensed. Then Roger suggested she tutor me in my telepathy! That threatener-of-cats in my mind? I will need to discuss her further with Felix. Would she keep all of these promises? Is she making them solely to save her vanity?

I am embarrassed to say I said unkind words to her. I do perhaps believe her self-interest gives me some idea of how far our trust may go. I must control my impulses. I shall never be controlled by someone again, but I mustn't project that fear.

I spoke with Felix about her. She was in contact with his enemy from Calyxia, and that is one reason he distrusted her so. We will continue to watch her closely.

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We had some good fortune. While perusing the local fishwrap Roger found news pertaining to an actress with a wounded nose.


Fish wrap NICE ... I remember a book (set back in the pre-civil war time) and the traveling tinker and trader purposely wrapped some goods for a family in news paper that would get them involved in the main plot . So, nice historic touch in your write up.

Mine, welllll it will be delayed . One of my coworkers has had issues over the last few weeks and today had a 'melt down' . Sad to say I know it is her trying to set it up where she can't be fired, and is trying to game the VA system to get 100% and isn't her truly having deep end mental issues ... Oh well that is between her and God ...

That said, we are having to split up her work and prep for her hearings next week , so I'm behind on my normal write up . I'll get it asap, but it will be some time next week at the earliest.

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So, dare I ask where Jaque Frost was during this...? ;)

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<!@#$ connectivity issues!>

So, dare I ask where Jaque Frost was during this...? ;)

Mike


He was the decorative Ice Statue in the room...

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22 Jan 2018

“Do we trust him ? Remember his last communique telegraph said he could not be trusted, that he had been “utterly compromised” and that the mentalist could read thoughts and place thought in her target. Now he asks us to meet him in person here in the New York central station. When he arrives, he gives us a report face to face that say the mentalist that had him near panic had offered a ‘treaty’ . …

Master Purdy trailed off at the look from The Secretary for the American section of the British Secretory of Foreign Affairs.

The head of the British spies in America, and his secretary, watched as the young tired eyed British aristocrat spy and shadow bender hoped back onto the train pulling out from the Central rail station to Cincinnati and then Chicago. A return train trip mirroring the trip that the spy had taken over the previous night.

Yes, Purdy, we trust him … to a point. He did this for a reason. He wanted me to see him face to face as he gave his report. And there is more information that we need to know than what he could have included in a telegraph.

We now know he was compromised, but it is at an impasse. We know at least 1 other of Her Majesty’s agents has also been compromised, and likely doesn’t know it. We know who the mentalist is, what she is like and how she behaves. We can track back from where she is in Chicago now to where she has been. We can track which of our agents have crossed paths with her in Chicago, or in her past travels.

There are what, 3 maybe 4 of Her Majesty’s servants that use the code he uses – Purdy rolled his eyes at his boss’ underestimation knowing that actually 9 agents use the same codec for their reports that Roger knows and has allowed the mentalist to learn when she invaded his mind – begin the process of changing the codes used.

The train whistles its way out of the station on the return trip to Chicago. Minutes later the British spy nods off into exhaustion and oblivion.

***

Roger sets stunned and bordering on defeat as he finish telling of the mentalist and her powers.

The conversation swirls around the group as they discuss options. Then the spy notices Miss Faith absently minded petting a cat at her feet … a cat not there. Then the young one time charlatan and now healer begins speaking to herself / the cat that isn’t there.

Back and forth the conversation between the 2 continues, and the spy picks up bits of information … Queen of Spades … Sonja Fergus … a facial injury, a nose bitten off … vanity and life of wealth … a potion to strengthen Miss Faith’s powers … the cat and Miss Fait still not stronger than the queen of Spades’ powers … a plan to drug or knock out those that she had dominated – none noticed the panicked look in Rogers eyes at the thought of being incapacitated with Ludlum … the thought of that with the temptation of Scima, the nightmares of the shadows, and the mental invasion of The Queen of Spades causes the hands of the British spy’s to tremble a moment .

Eventually, a decision is made, return to Miss Alexandra’s home, Miss Faith the cat, and assisted with Miss Alexandra would work on a potion to blunt The Queen of Spades’ powers.

Roger, knowing information would be vital, and expecting the link between his mind and Sonja’s would feed her information, avoided the basement work room in which the 3 worked. However, old habits die hard, so the spy habitually read the newspapers … and the pieces of the puzzle began to fit … a report in the society paper a few months ago, a local entertainer, a burlesque dancer, locally renowned and acclaimed, stopped preforming and canceling her shows due to an unfortunate accident … “I have you now … I WILL hunt you down and I will “

A voice break into the spy’s mind, along with Miss Alexandra and Damon, a sultry voice … “We need to talk, I offer a truce and a trade. Will I be given safe passage for the parlay ? I will arrive in 30 min, if you agree.

A debate spread through the group , but eventually they agree.

Galahad, if you would be so kind, post yourself outside to watch. If she arrives or leave by the front door, follow her, she can’t bend you mind. Follow her to her lair, then we can hunter her. I WILL put a bullet into the back of her pretty red head.

“I can hear you, as you think it” … Sonja blurts in

“Yes I know, and I will” replies roger … “Unless there is a change and you offer more than I expect. However, despite my desire to end you and erase what you know of my secrets and Her Majesty’s secrets from your mind, I will abide by the promise of safe passage and safe talk”

In the 30 min, as Miss A orders a formal lunch be prepared, Roger retires upstairs to change and dress properly … it has been so long since he had dressed for lunch. Old, good memories from England flood in reminding him of the time before shadows.

As he walks by the dining table as the servant carefully adjust the silver ware and the glasses, he carefully and ceremoniously takes a single rose from the nearby flower arrangement, and lays it in the middle of the table. A house maid reaches to a crystal vase but stops at the look from the British spy. As he walks away mumbling about roses and thorns and an old phrase ‘under the Rose’

The Queen of Spades arrives through the tunnel – avoiding the danger of Galahad blindly following old orders – and a meal is shared, and an agreement is hammered out .

She will cease her domination of the 3 here, she will not knowingly attack or allow her … hired assassins … to directly or indirectly attack them. She would stop her attack on the French General. She would redirect the one wishing the General dead to a different target –Roger counters that with giving them information to lead them to the attacker – She doesn’t give the name bit drops the hint that the group had already met him – Roger begins to mentally list possibilities – a few other points. All for the cost of a new nose, perfect unflawed, to replace and repair her damaged face

Roger isn’t completely satisfied at the offer, but outside of a fight he can see nothing better. An imperfect deal but a start.

***

I didn't realize it, but with some research I saw that at that time the direct train route from New Your to California was 3 days ,,, so From Chicago to New York in a night is believable. It fits the narrative soooo I ran with a direct overnight train ride for Roger to go in face to face to see his boss and a direct day trip to get him back in less than 24 hours

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Post Re: Tree’s Monday Night Ne’er-do-Well’s Victorious Game
I still say Pierre was the evil mastermind behind it all. :P

I'm back in TX, and tested my Skype on the desktop. It works fine, so it was either A) My dad's crappy connection, B) The settings on my laptop are whacked, or C) all of the above.

Mike, hoping to game next week!

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