[CM]: We left the pair of you
battered and bruised after the unscheduled early closing of Leo's diner.
As the dust settles, the whoop of sirens gets closer. Time to leave perhaps.
[Benny]: "Uriel..."
Benny tries to get up.
[CM]: The woman, Uriel, is long gone, though an unusual scent still
lingers amidst the brick dust. Almonds...
Riker roots around for his pistol for a moment, coming up with a twisted
something that might've been it, once. "Right, Uriel. What's
that, Balkan?" He shakes his head, and tosses the lump away.
He, too, tries to shove himself upright.
Benny takes in the scent as if to keep her close.
[CM]: Surprisingly, you're both mobile and reasonably intact.
[Riker]: "All right, look, Benny...first stop's gonna be my office.
I'm gonna fit you with a vest an' a piece. You know how t'use one,
right?"
[Benny]: "I do have an idea. You align the hole to the other
guy and squeeze the trigger. I don't have a permit, though."
[CM]: Sounds begin to permeate your consciousness. The moans and screams
of the wounded, the hiss of steam and water. The sirens are getting closer.
[Benny]: "Damn, where did all of this come from? Let's get out of here."
Riker looks around. "Let's let th' professionals do their work.
I'm parked a couple blocks down. Let's roll."
Benny walks away from the alley, hoping to get one last look at Leo's.
[Benny]: "Right behind you."
Riker walks quickly, trying to get away. "Whatever happened in
there was definitely abnormal, Benny..."
[Benny]: "No kidding, man. I don't know what kind of shit your
boss was in, but he was deep."
[CM]: Ahead, there's something moving through the haze of ash and brick
dust. PCN roll please Benny.
DICE for Benny: (1d100) = [ 19 ]
[CM]: It's a figure...
[CM]: The figure pauses for a moment, and looks back at you. For a
moment you can't place him, then it hits you.
Riker mutters, "Wasn't my boss...just someone in the know..."
He glances at Benny, squints. "What's got your attention, there?"
[CM]: He's taller, slimmer, somehow handsome in a strange sort
of way, but it's him nonetheless. William Gordon, back from the dead. FEAR
Roll, please Benny.
DICE for Benny: (1d100) = [ 61 ]
DICE for CM: (1d10) = [ 10 ]
Benny walks towards him, pale as old papers.
[CM]: Benny loses 1 WPR to Fear
Riker reaches out, grabbing Benny's shoulder. "Oh, no y'don't. Talk
to me, Benny."
[Benny]: "It's Gordon. The preacher. He's dead..."
[CM]: He moves casually through the rubble and chaos, slipping past
onlookers and the injured like a shadow.
Riker scowls. "You are not walkin' back in there..."
He catches the 'dead' comment. "Fuck. Fuck. All right, c'mon. Let's
move. We're gettin' outta here."
[Benny]: "He is -or was- from SAVE."
Benny starts following the dead writer.
[Riker]: "If he's dead, he ain't with us now. Ghost, zombie,
I don't give a damn. If he's with us, he'll know where to find us,
man. Right now, I am not in the mood for voodoo bullshit,
all right? Trust me, I'm tryin' to save your ass here."
[Benny]: "Come on, Riker. He just might give us a clue to what
is going on."
Riker grimaces, and limps after Benny. "Dammit, man, would you
listen
to me? If he's dead, he could be like that wino in the bar.
You wanna tussle with another one'a those things?"
[Benny]: "You saw him too. He's not like the wino. It's almost as if
he's alive."
[Benny]: "I just want to see him up close. Smell him. Let him see me."
[Riker]: "Almost only counts with horseshoes an' hand grenades, Benny...we
are not equipped to deal with this right now, all right?"
[CM]: It's hard to keep pace with him, though he doesn't seem as if
he's trying to lose you. In fact, he doesn't look back at all, as if your
presence has entirely slipped his mind.
[Benny]: "We weren't equipped back there either. I have a feeling,
man. A hunch."
[Riker]: "Benny, you saved my ass back there, now I'm savin' yours.
Let's get the hell outta here."
[Benny]: "Ok, just one try before we go."
[CM]: Behind you, JFK Street has become a seething mass of news crews
and emergency services vehicles.
Benny shouts, "Gordon, William Gordon!"
Riker winces, visibly. Great. Spooks.
[CM]: The figure stops, and turns, frowning.
Benny waits to see he's reaction.
[Gordon]: "My name is not...Gordon."
[CM]: It's definately William Gordon, though somehow he seems to have
lost several years, lost several pounds, and gained a few inches.
[Gordon]: "Back away little men. You carry the stink of evil with you.
I will not brook its presence."
(Riker whispered to CM): Riker's getting his tac-baton ready.
It won't be much, but if this goes bad, it might be a few seconds to get
away.
[Benny]: "But we... we are trying to help. We want to fight whatever's
wrong here."
[Gordon]: "Help?" He laughs and the sound, though disturbing, is like
music.
[Benny]: "Yes, like you we are from the society. Though not from Boston,
since it was tainted."
Riker mutters, "The stink of evil...great. Look, Gordon..."
He waves a hand at the devastation. "You got some explainin' to do. 'I
will not suffer evil to live', right? I think blowing up a damn bar is
pretty evil. How many people did you kill in there?"
[Gordon]: "10 or 12. Does it matter?"
[Benny]: "what is going on? My name is Benny, Benny Fitzpatrick."
[Riker]: "Benny, back off. Whatever he is, it ain't Gordon. Meet Mister
Explosion. This guy almost punched ourt ticket in there."
[Gordon]: "I know who you are Mr Fitzpatrick, and I know what
you are."
[Benny]: "And what is that?"
Gordon smiles
[Riker]: "Benny, dammit, back off."
[Gordon]: "You're one of that sad cabal who think they are doing the
Lord's work by smiting the creatures of the night. How amusing."
Riker sneers, "And you're the self-righteous sonofabitch who just offed
a dozen innocent people. Man, you got no idea how sick I am of this
War in Heaven bullshit."
[Gordon]: "Innocent? Perhaps. It's no concern of mine."
[Benny]: "Who are you?"
[Gordon]: "If you must attach a name to me, you may call me Jophiel."
[Benny]: "Why take the guise of Gordon?"
Gordon frowns at Benny's question.
[Benny]: "He was a good man."
[Riker]: "So, Jophiel...does the Lord's mandate give you cause to off
us poor mortals, is that it?"
Gordon stares levelly at Riker.
[Gordon]: "Yes."
[Benny]: "Well Jophiel. I guess we'll see you around. Won't we?"
[Gordon]: "There is nothing you can do to me. There is no-one on Earth
who can stop me. I am a warrior of the Lord, sent here to hunt his enemies."
Gordon nods towards a nearby jewellers.
Riker is already backing up. Never, ever does he take his eyes
of Jophiel. "Then you're as bad as they are. You're outta your
home turf, man. Things ain't that simple in the solid world."
[Gordon]: "There's one in there right now, cowering in the rear office,
waiting for me to wreak vengeance upon him. He's not a demon himself you
understand. Merely one of their servants. I was on my way to deal with
him when I sensed your predicament. You should be grateful."
[Riker]: "Then let the cops handle him."
[Benny]: "Right."
[Gordon]: "Why do you persist in applying your morality to me?"
[Riker]: "Because this's our world, not yours. Why d'you insist
on applyin' your celestial standards t'me?"
[Gordon]: "You're confusing me with a mortal. You may not kill. I am
under no such restraint. The Commandments were handed down to men, not
my kind. I am here to hunt. It's not my concern if humans die as a result.
Humans die all the time."
[Benny]: "Jophiel, it was something of a pleasure meeting you.
Riker, let's get out of here."
[CM]: There is a dull "whump" from inside the store, followed by a
single piercing scream, quickly cut off.
[Benny]: "Oh my God!"
[CM]: The jeweller's window erupts in a shower of glass as an expanding
ball of white fire explodes out onto the sidewalk. LUCK rolls, please.
DICE for Benny: (1d100) = [ 24 ]
DICE for Riker: (1d100) = [ 71 ]
DICE for CM: (2d10) : 2d10=10,10 = [ 20 ]
DICE for CM: (1d10) : 1d10=10 = [ 10 ]
[CM]: Riker takes 20 STA, Benny takes 10 STA. Both of you were too
far away to get cut by the glass.
Riker immediately...well, not quite, but soon...picks himself off the
street. "Benny? Benny, c'mon, man!"
[CM]: Gordon/Jophiel is gone...
[Benny]: "Yeah, let's go."
Riker mutters, "Son of a..." Then nods, and leads Benny back
to his truck.
[Riker]: "This is not turnin' out to be a good day for me, Benny."
[CM]: The jewellry store blazes behind you as you limp off together.
Where are you going?
[Riker]: Back to Riker's vehicle, which's parked by the T station.
[Benny]: "I am still waiting for my first good day since I had my enlightenment
to the Unknown."
[Benny]: "Do you really believe in angels and God, Riker? I don't."
[Riker]: "Mostly I believe in what I can touch an' see, Benny. If God's
up there, I think maybe he wrote us off a long time ago."
[Benny]: "I'm with you, although lately..."
[CM]: After carefully circling the mass of vehicles obstructing JFK
street, you arrive back at Rikers car.
[Benny]: "How about an ER? Maybe we'll get lucky and get a cute woman
doctor, or a nice bodacious nurse."
[Riker]: "Beth Israel's right down the road. I've got a first aid kit
in the truck, another at th' office. Comes in handy. No need for us to
take up space from the really wounded. C'mon."
[Benny]: "I mean, I just have a cut, but you seem a bit worse for wear."
[Riker]: "I'll live. Right now, I wanna get off the street."
[Benny]: "Ok. Let's hurry to a phone. I have a colleague I need to
check up on."
[CM]: Benny, Riker seems to remind you of someone, mainly because of
the way he's upright through sheer bloodyminded willpower.
Riker opens up the 4x4 and ushers Benny into it, before slumping in
behind the driver's seat. "Office first, unless you got somebody we need
to pick up."
[Benny]: "No. She should be nursing that illness, if she knows what's
good for her."
[Riker]: "Office, then."
Riker and Benny drive to the office.
[Benny]: "You remind me of a good friend. Are you British by any chance?"
He laughs.
[CM]: Traffic is light, though on the way several TV units pass you
on the way to Harvard Square.
Riker shakes his head. "Born an' bred in the US of A."
[CM]: They could be brothers.
[Benny]: "I was kidding. It shows."
Riker grins a little. "Good."
[Benny]: "So, how did you hook up with Blackwell?"
Riker remains silent for awhile, the shrugs. "My ex-boss got
offed by something. I wrote a book about it, and Blackwell found me. That
thing
in the diner knew my name, Benny. I thought it was dead, but it knew my
damn name." He sighs. "The first time, it was this serial killer
named Kevin Rupee...you remember the cannibal murders down in Texas a few
years back?"
[Benny]: "Yep."
(Benny whispered to CM): Does he?
(CM whispered to Benny): Yes. Very nasty. SAVE was going to look into
them, but they stopped suddenly.
[Riker]: "I was working for Dick Donovan, the guy who brought him down.
Problem was, he didn't stay down...Rupee showed up again in the
body of a sixteen year old gangpunk, and offed him. I ended up writing
a book about it."
[Benny]: "And where is the sixteen year old Rupee. Sorry, I haven't
read your book. Get me a copy and I will."
Riker grins again. "Got some in the back, Benny." The grin
vanishes. "That's the thing...Rupee was a medical student, about
25, when Dick punched his ticket. Then he showed up again, as a 16-year-old
she. You follow me here? He came back. That thing in the bar was
him. He knows my name, man."
[Benny]: "I don't think so. Jophiel knew my name too. If I had hidden
my identity I'll bet he still would have known. Uriel even read my mind.
I don't think we are dealing with Rupee, here. Although, you are the expert.
Still, wait for another signal."
[Riker]: "He came back, Benny. Donovan pumped three clips of
.44 ammo into him to put him down, then dynamited his hideout...and then
he came back. Man, weren't you listening? That thing knew Donovan,
too."
[Benny]: "I still think you are jumping ahead of yourself."
[CM]: You pull up outside Riker's office
[Benny]: "Look at what we have. Did that look like Rupee's MO?"
[Riker]: "Fuck no. We're here."
Benny steps out of the truck and lights a cig, offering one to Riker.
[Benny]: "Those guys read our minds. That's weird."
[Riker]: "Mind-reading? No weirder'n coming back from the dead,
I guess. All this black magic crap gives me the willies."
Riker climbs out, and coughs. "No thanks. I'm tryin' to quit."
He leads Benny upstairs to the office - three rooms; one for waiting, one
the office, one for storage. It's behind frosted glass, even. "Have
a seat."
[Benny]: "Hey, a PI. Nice."
[Riker]: "Hey, it's what I do for a living. Gotta keep up the
public image."
[Benny]: "That wasn't Gordon. And the wino, well he wasn't really with
us."
[Riker]: "No shit."
[Benny]: "It's just that mindreading is something I am very interested
in."
[Riker]: Psychic powers? Like I said...with dead guys coming back,
and jerks who think they're agents of Jehovah...it could happen."
Riker rummages around for the paramedic's kit he keeps in the storage
room.
[Benny]: "Can I use your phone? Carla'll be worried if she catches
the news."
Riker waves a hand at the office phone. "Go right ahead."
[Benny]: "Thanks."
Benny calls Carla back at the hotel.
Riker gets busy patching himself up.
[CM]: The phone rings out for what seems an age. Then a voice speaks...
[Riker]: "Man, my insurance's gonna hike the premium again..."
[CM]: "The party you have called is not available. Please try again
later"
[Benny]: "Damn it!!"
Benny calls again.
Riker sticks his head out of the closet. "What, man?"
[Benny]: "Probably nothing."
Riker frowns. "That isn't an answer."
[CM]: "The party you have called is not available. Please try again
later."
Benny calls the front desk.
(CM whispered to Riker): Do you have first aid?
(Riker whispered to CM): Nope. Gonna have to work off default and the
instructions in the kit.
[CM]: A chirpy receptionist answers
[Benny]: "Hello. Did Carla Wilkinson leave a message for me? I'm Benny
Fitzpatrick."
[Receptionist]: "I'm sorry sir, there are no messages for you."
[Benny]: "Did you see her leave?"
[Receptionist]: "She hasn't checked out sir."
[Benny]: "Thank you." He puts the phone done and frowns. "Riker, I
have to go to the hotel."
[CM]: There's a tentative knock on the office door.
Riker sticks his head out again, gauze patches and tape in hand.
"All right, gimme a few...an' answer the door for me, wouldja?"
[Benny]: "I'll see who it is."
Benny opens the door.
[Benny]: "Yes?"
Francis has his hand raised to knock again and nearly knocks on Benny's
face
[Francis]: "Oh, er, hello."
[Benny]: "Hello."
Francis tries to turn it into offering his hand to shake, while juggling
a laptop computer under one arm.
Benny has a gash with dried blood on his chest.
[Francis]: "I'm, er, well, oh dear. That must smart."
Benny shakes back, frowning.
[CM]: Francis finds himself face to face with someone who looks like
an extra from "Saving Private Ryan"
[Benny]: "Do I know you?"
[Riker]: "Who is it, Benny?"
Francis extracts his hand and pushes wire-rimmed glasses back up his
nose.
[Francis]: "Er, well, I doubt it. Francis Walters. Doctor Francis Walters,
Research and Analysis."
[Benny]: "Benny Fizpatrick, useless idiot. How may I help you?"
[Francis]: "Oh, well... oh dear. I hoped you'd know. I
was supposed to...see here, may I come in?"
[Benny]: "Riker? It's Francis Walters, Research and Analysis."
[Riker]: "Sure, let him in. He's dead or something, shoot him."
[Benny]: "With what, my finger?" He turns to Francis and grins. "So,
come on in."
(CM whispered to Francis): Francis has a very clear memory of Riker
from having once seen his file for a few seconds.
[Francis]: "Oh...my. No, I don't think I'm dead. A little
boring, perhaps..."
(Francis whispered to CM): And that is?
(CM whispered to Francis): Large, threatening and prone to violence.
(Francis whispered to CM): Oh...dear.
[Riker]: "Benny, don't shoot him. Not dead. Besides, you don't
have a gun. Dammit, where'd I put that damn neosporin? Yeah, use
your finger, that's the ticket..."
Francis enters the office hesitantly, looking around as if expecting
someone else.
[Benny]: "Let's go man. Carla doesn't answer. probably
nothing, but still..."
[Riker]: "I said gimme a minute. Christ, man, I've been blown
up twice today..."
[Benny]: "So have I, in case you are forgetting."
[Francis]: "Oh... my. There must be some mistake..."
[Benny]: "Why is that?"
[Francis]: "Well, I got a summons to a meeting, but I was held up in
traffic. When I got there... well... clearly something was wrong.
Emergency vehicles all over the place. So I came here, as this is the fallback
location. I have no idea why."
Riker calls out, from the storage room, "Because this's my office.
It's Frank, right?"
[Francis]: "Er... Francis, actually. Francis Walters, Research and
Analysis."
[Benny]: "Oh. So you guys do know each other after all.
How quaint."
[Francis]: "I don't believe we've actually met, Mr. Riker."
[Riker]: "Nope, never met this guy before in my life. Blackwell mentioned
him. Which is why I called him Frank."
[Benny]: "So you are with Blackwell? The plot thickens."
[Francis]: "Well, er.. of course, I report to him. Everyone does,
after all."
[Riker]: "Not anymore. Unless SAVE's got us talking to the dead."
(CM whispered to Riker): Roll percentiles, please
Francis looks stunned
[Francis]: "I.. I talked to him... just yesterday. When...what..?"
(To CM) DICE for Riker: (1d100) = [ 21 ]
Francis actually looks as if he might faint
[Riker]: "Sit down. It's been a busy day."
[Benny]: "Oh boy."
(CM whispered to Riker): Failed your First Aid roll. 11 per cent chance
unskilled
Francis fumbles for a chair and sits, clutching his laptop to his chest
and looking like he's been hit between the eyes with a large hammer
[Benny]: "We don't have time for...I'm sorry. Was he a friend?"
Riker emerges from the storage room, looking, if anything, worse than
Benny - clothes ripped, blood and bruises everywhere. "Let's see,
short form...Blackwell showed up to the meeting, a bunch of freaks...monsters...jumped
us with automatic weapons, then some fruit loop calling himself an agent
of the Lord blew the place up. Any questions?"
[Francis]: "He...he... was only my employer, but he was an excellent
employer. I spoke to him just this morning - he seemed... agitated.
Afraid. Of the other envoys."
[Benny]: "There was something wrong here, before all this happened,
and you will help us know what."
[Francis]: "He seemed to think that there were internal problems, now
that I think about it. He muttered something about "tearing the veil
from his eyes".
[Benny]: "Veil from his eyes? He was onto something."
Francis closes his eyes, concentrating. "He said 'creeping corruption'
and referred to 'vipers among us'... or was it serpents?"
[Riker]: "Infiltrators. Super. Look, Francis...we're in some very,
very bad shit here. If Blackwell was afraid, he had good reason. Then somebody
dropped a building on him. You want to stay alive, stick with me and Benny.
Maybe it isn't the best idea...but it's better than being out in the open,
dig?"
(CM whispered to Francis): Make a PCN roll
[Riker]: "Benny, you still got that file?"
(To CM) DICE for Francis: (1d100) = [ 63 ]
(CM whispered to Francis): Failed
[Benny]: "I think so."
(Benny whispered to CM): Did he make it? With the file, I mean.
(CM whispered to Benny): LUCK roll
DICE for Benny: (1d100) = [ 46 ]
(CM whispered to Benny): You've still got it, though it's slightly
singed...
[Riker]: "Dig it out. We'll look at it on the way to get your girlfriend."
[Benny]: "Not my girlfriend, pal..."
Francis looks very uncomfortable at the mention of females...
[Riker]: "Well, whatever he did, it was fatal. I hate to break
it to you like that, but we don't have a lotta time here."
[Francis]: "I'm afraid I'm a researcher, not a field agent."
Benny dishes out the slightly singed files.
[Riker]: "Then you've just been reassigned. Look, I'll take care
of the physical end, you and Benny can lend a hand if I need it."
(CM whispered to Francis): PCN Roll
[Benny]: "Yeah right."
(To CM) DICE for Francis: (1d100) = [ 69 ]
[Benny]: "Can you dig a list of Boston members?"
[Francis]: "Oh, certainly, not a problem. There are files at the Chapterhouse."
[Riker]: "I'm not real keen on hitting the house right now. We've already
been blown up once...twice...today."
[Benny]: "Any one you suspect?"
[Francis]: "Well, actually, I don't...er... socialize much. I
don't believe I know anyone well enough to say. This is quite distressing
- SAVE Central must be told so a new Director can be assigned!"
[Benny]: "Oh boy. You are a tidy one, aren't you?"
[Riker]: "No time, Frank. We've gotta deal with this crisis in a swift
and decisive manner."
[Francis]: "Francis. And deal with it how?"
[Benny]: "I guess you can write the letter on the way there."
[Riker]: "How? By any means necessary, Francis."
[Benny]: "Let's go people. Let's go."
Riker reaches into the closet, and retrieves his spare pistol, as well
as a nasty-looking, stockless riotgun.
[Francis]: "Er...well... shouldn't we wait for someone in authority?"
[Benny]: "If you want to wait, you can wait someplace quiet.
We have things to do."
[Francis]: "Er..right."
[CM]: How is Riker concealing his weapons?
[CM]: Riker and Benny, it's been about an hour since you were hurt.
You've been resting now for about half an hour, so you can regen that much
STA.
[Riker]: "We're in authority, Francis. Benny." He offers the
shotgun. "Point that end at anyone who looks crosseyed at us, especially
if they're dead. It'll kick like a mule."
(Riker whispered to CM): Riker's keeping the pistol in his jacket pocket,
for the moment, unless his shoulder rig is still serviceable?
[Francis]: "Shouldn't we be certain they're dead before we...er...kill
them?"
[Benny]: "Hmm. I think I'm more of a danger to you than to the
baddies with these thing, but I'll give it a go."
(CM whispered to Riker): Shoulder rig is intact.
(Riker whispered to CM): Pistol goes in there, then.
[Riker]: "Yeah, we should. But I want Benny t'know that if he
points that gun, it's with intent to kill."
[Benny]: "I probably won't get to use it, so let's go."
[Riker]: "Yeah."
Benny starts walking towards the truck.
Francis stands, shifting the laptop to under one arm
Riker leads everyone down to the 4x4.
[CM]: Riker's 4X4 is where you left it, and as always, starts first
time.
[Benny]: "I'm hurt. I miss my Gremlin."
Francis climbs into the back meekly
Riker drives. "Where to, Benny?"
[CM]: Anyone going to fill Francis in on what's been happening?
[Benny]: "The Midnight Inn, in Melrose."
[Riker]: "I know it."
Francis looks afraid to ask...
[Francis]: OOC: Picture Giles, the Watcher from Buffy, about 20 years
younger
[Riker]: OOC Got it. Riker looks like William Sadler, the guy
from 'Demon Knight', and a zillion b-movies.
[Benny]: OOC: Benny looks like Kevin Spacey, on a bad day.
[Francis]: "Oh...dear..."
Riker drives.
[Benny]: "So Francis, what do you know of what is going on?"
[Francis]: "Ab..ab..absolutely nothing. What IS going on?"
[Benny]: "What did Blackwell told you? Just to meet him at Leo's so
he could give me hell for turning up on his turf?"
[Riker]: "Well, Francis, your boss stumbled across something big.
Zombie bums, psycho bikers. Kooks who think they're angels and blow up
buildings. Blackwell died for that, and more. I wanna find out about the
'more' part."
[Francis]: "Er... he told me I was needed at a meeting--"
[Riker]: "Good thing you weren't there..."
Benny fills Francis in on what's been going on.
[Francis]: "Mr. Blackwell was also very cryptic. He's been acting...oddly...the
past few days. As though he didn't trust anyone."
[Riker]: "Something's been opened up, or so we've been told.
Bad mojo. Voodoo, black magic, call it whatcha want. Supernatural bullshit."
[Francis]: "Oh, dear..."
Francis flips open his laptop and begins to type madly
[Riker]: "By the Lord's edict, of course."
Riker sneers sarcastically.
[Benny]: "He is nuts."
(Francis whispered to CM): Sounds like an angelic or demonic name -
any chance I've got info?
(CM whispered to Francis): Roll on Legend/Lore
(To CM) DICE for Francis: (1d100) = [ 71 ]
[Benny]: "Very weird, Francis."
[Benny]: "So that's where we are at the moment. Checking up on
my comopanion, Carla who isn't answering her phone."
[Riker]: "Great, huh? So...we moving into the jaws of certain
death, or what?"
[Francis]: "Drat. Nothing in my database. It sounds somewhat
familiar... I'd need to go to the library, of course, to see what I can
find. They're both angelic names, that I'm certain of."
[Riker]: "Angels, Francis. Or so they'd have us believe. I always thought
God'd written this place off..."
[Francis]: "I simply don't remember what side they're on in the War."
[Benny]: "I know, Francis. Do you believe in them?"
[Riker]: "He's on the wrong side."
Francis blinks owlishly, as if that question had never occurred to
him
[Francis]: "I...er...well... there is considerable evidence, of course,
but..."
[Benny]: "Is there?"
[Riker]: "Anyone who murders 12 innocent people is on the wrong side
in my book."
[Francis]: "Yes, but it's all literary. No objective, measurable data."
[Riker]: "It's pretty damn objective when two buildings blow up, Francis."
[Francis]: "Well, yes, but he could simply be a delusional crackpot
with access to high explosives."
[CM]: The 4X4 swings into the parking lot of the "Midnight inn".
[Benny]: "Still that isn't evidence of angels, just of something supernatural."
[Benny]: "Besides, God pulled that sort of shit according to his book.
Remember Sodom and Gomorra?"
Riker pulls the 4x4 to a stop. "Look, Benny, you stay here with Francis,
I'll check this place out. What room?"
[Benny]: "I dont' think anything is wrong. I'll go too. Francis, you
coming?"
[Francis]: "No... er... No."
[Riker]: "Your funeral. Francis, I'm leaving the keys with you. You
can
drive, right?"
[Francis]: "Er... I think so."
[Riker]: "Good. You hear gunshots, pull around."
[Benny]: "You're such a sweet man, Riker. Anyone ever tell you that?"
Francis looks from one to the other, obviously without a clue
[CM]: Riker and Benny double time it to Carla's room, and knock on
the door. There's no answer.
[Benny]: Did Carla give me a key?
[CM]: LUCK roll
DICE for Benny (1d100): = [ 12 ]
Benny slides the key in the door and gently pushes it open.
[CM]: The room is a mess. The TV lies on its side, screen filled with
snow. Lamps, tables and chairs have been overturned. A single smear of
blood near the door stands out in stark contrast to the whiteness of the
walls. And on the floor, Carla's leg brace, twisted and flattened as if
crushed by a car...
Session ends
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