Ishy: I lock the door and keep my loaded gun beside me on the nightstand

Benny: I'm flying, man.  Checking out the stewardess.

Carla: I'm just trying for a good night's sleep to rest the leg.  I leave my brace with Ishy, just in case he thinks he can improve the squeak.

Benny actually manages to catch some Z's on the plane, but both Carla and Ishy have a night of disturbed sleep and wake up feeling oddly restless.

Ishy: <Yawn> "Hmm. I wonder if they got Tim Horton's around here?"

CM: No Tim Hortons, but you do recall seeing a Starbuck's across the street...

Touching down as the sun begins to rise, Benny arrives at the hotel just before breakfast.

Carla calls the airport first thing in the morning to check on her baggage.

Benny walks to the restaurant and orders for breakfast.

CM: Carla, the woman you talk to says they've located your bags and a courier is driving them out to you now.

Carla looks forward to clean set of underclothes.

Benny then asks for a phone and tries to get a hold of Ishy.

Benny: "Where the hell are those guys?  I'm gonna kick Blake in the nads if he isn't here."

Carla knocks on the door between their rooms to get her leg brace after showering and dressing.

Ishy walks over to the door and opens it. "Hiya, sleep well?"

Carla: "Not really.  Probably from the flight. You?"

Ishy: "Hmm, not all that great either, but hey, I need my coffee first..."

Carla stands on one leg. "I'll just put on my support and we can go downstairs."

Ishy looks flushed for a second. "Yeah, I forgot..." then walks over to the brace, then returns. "Here you go... remind me to stop at the hardware store later."

Carla straps on her brace.

Carla: "What for?"  <squeaksqueak>

Benny devours an extra large plate of scrambled eggs with ham and sausage as his arteries almost burst right there.

Ishy: "I'll grease that brace later."

CM: The restaurant down stairs is busy, but you can easily spot Benny at his breakfast table.

Ishy: "There he is, might as well be civil and say hi, right?" Benny is really buttering up a piece of bread.  It's like a deathwish.

Ishy walks over "You know that stuff will kill you.."

Benny: "Yeah well, who are you? The freaking surgeon general or my mom?"

Ishy quirks an eyebrow. "Hmm, let me get back to you on that one." He sits down.

Carla waits for Ishy to say hello first, then quietly sits down.

Benny: "As you may notice I'm in a bad mood.  Those guys from the airline tricked me."

Carla: "How?"

Benny: "They said they were gonna give 400 bucks to whoever volunteered for a later flight. Overbooking, you know?"

Carla: "And?"

CM: As if by magic, the waiter appears.

Benny: "So I volunteer expecting cash and look! They gave me a waiver!!! What is this thing?!?"

Waiter: "Can I take your order?"

Carla: "Coffee. Black. And a plate of silver dollars, raspberry jam, and a side of ham, please."

Ishy smiles politely. "Do you have any mocha, expresso or cappuccino?"

Waiter: "Yes. Which would you like?"

Benny looks at Ishy and laughs.

Benny: "I knew you'd cheer me up."

Waiter: "I can reccomend the mocha valencia."

Ishy: "I'll take a moccaccino, eggs, sunny side up, and 1/2 pound of canadian bacon."

Waiter: "Coming right up sir."

Benny turns to Carla.

Benny: "Hello, I'm Benny Fitzpatrick."

Carla holds out her hand.  "Charmed.  Rev. Carla Wilkinson."

Benny: "A reverend? Great! Might come in handy."

Carla: "Blake told me a little about you."

Benny: "Oh my, what did the old bastard say? And where the hell is he?"

The waiter brings the coffee.

Carla: "You can hear for yourself."

Carla hands Benny the tape recorder.

Ishy: "He's kinda busy at the moment."

Benny: "What do you mean busy?  That good for nothing..."

Carla: "Somehow I don't think you'd mind what he said about you."

Ishy: "Don't worry about it, just give the tape a listen and see what we mean."

Benny: "Yeah well, maybe he's trying to get into my will. Poor sod, I have nothing to leave." <laughs>

Carla smiles. "That's what he said."

Benny: "I'll listen to it in the car."

The waiter brings the rest of the food.

Benny: "So when do we contact the locals office?"

Ishy pulls out yesterday's Boston Globe and point to the main article about the crash.

Ishy: "I say we should go here," he syas, pointing to the plane crash picture. "Maybe we could help find the flight recorder?"

Benny: "The black box?  The authorities should have it by now, but we lose nothing by checking it out."

Carla: "It can't hurt.  Maybe we'll find something they missed."

Ishy: "It says here that they haven't recovered it yet, so our chances are as good as theirs."

Benny: "This time we don't have my trusty gremlin.  It's in the upholstery shop after Ishy made a sizable hole in the vinyl."

Ishy: "It was only about 1/2 inch big fer chrissakes! Sheesh, you act like it was a slug or something."

Carla: "Now Ishy.  Benny just wants to protect his investment.  The Gremlin is a classic, afterall." (chuckle) "We'll just have to slum it in the rental."

Ishy: "Oh yeah, the rental, trust me, you'll like the rental."

Ishy turns towards Carla and grins.

Benny: <To himself> "He ripped all the fabric. That is super fly green vinyl, man! A collectible!"

Ishy gulps down the rest of the food and stands up.

Ishy: "Yes well, you should talk to my parents, they got that green shit all over the place."

Carla: "What an interesting homelife you must have had."

Benny: "Not supa'fly green. That's special stuff."

Ishy: "Hmm, well, green is green, so lets leave it to that and get going."

Benny: <mutters> "If you had been raised on supa'fly green you would have turned out ok."

Benny grins.

Ishy raises his eyebrow and Benny and mumbles something about nonsense

Carla: "Shall we go to the golf course or the reservation first?"

Benny: "I say golf. They should be nearby anyway."

Carla: "Maybe we should call about a tee time?"

Benny: "Yeah.  I can't play to save my life but that should give us a chance to check it out."

Ishy nods.

Carla stops at the front desk to make arrangements with the clerk about her luggage.

CM: Who's driving?

Ishy: "I'll drive."

Carla takes the backseat to put her leg up on the bench.

Ishy: "I wonder if there's a hardware store on the way?"

Benny: "This isn't a car! It's one of those abominations people call SUV's!"

CM: The rental car has a local map in the passenger side pocket, which shows the Lynnewood reservation and the Golf course as being about 15 minutes drive away.

Ishy chuckles.

Benny listens to the cassette.

Carla: "I know it doesn't beat a Gremlin, but it's transportation."

Ishy: "People and their classics, sheesh."

Benny: "You chose it, right?"

Carla: "Just the color."

Benny: "Good. I was starting to like you and that would have been a fatal blow."

Carla grins. Blake was so right.

Ishy starts to laugh out loud. "Sorry, couldn't help it." He pulls the jeep into the traffic.

CM: Once you get used to the barbaric drivers, it's not all that bad. The Jeep is high enough to allow you to feel safe with all
those nutters on the road, and solid enough to remove those that get too close.

Carla fills the time by counting drivers picking their nose.

Benny: "Now what's the deal with Boston SAVE?  Those guys have resources."

Carla: "We can't trust them. They may have been...infiltrated."

Benny: "That happens all the time. This has to be more serious than that."

Ishy shakes his head. "Kinda sad when you think of it"

Benny: "SAVE Boston is pretty big, right?"

Carla: "I thought envoys were supposed to be above that sort of thing. Infiltration, I mean."

Ishy: "Doesn't always work that way though, does it?"

Benny: "The Unknown is pretty crafty, Reverend."

Carla: "I suppose. But it's sad alright."

CM: 15 minutes later you start to see the signs. "Lynnewood Forestry Reservation" and "Happy  Valley Municipal Golf Course". Shortly after that, you see the pall of smoke, and the fire trucks. The entrance to the Golf Course is blocked off by police sawhorses, and cops are turning people away.

Benny: "Maybe they won't let us play after all."

Carla: "This could get ugly.  Golfers don't like missing a game."

Ishy: "You do know what this means, eh Benny?"

Benny: "Hmm. I've got my press card."

Ishy: "Yeppers, that's what I thought we'd resort to! Seems to work ok."

Benny shows his ID to the police officer and hopes for the best.

Cop: "More of you?!"

The cop shakes his head

Benny: "Yes officer. Just doing our jobs. Just like you."

Cop: "Park it over there and try not to get in the way. We've had a couple of brush fires set of by the wreckage, so be
careful. And don't touch anything, the metal's still hot!"

Ishy nods slowly.

Benny: "Yes officer. Keep up the good work."

The cop snorts

Benny: "Thanks."

Cop: "Reporters!"

Benny grins once he's out of the eyesight of the cop.

Ishy drives over to the parking spot, muttering about the cop laying off donuts.

Carla: "That's a handy slip of paper."

Benny: "What, this? Yep. Had to bribe half the organized press organizations for it, but it's handy."

CM: The parking lot of the Golf Course is littered with TV news trucks, but you manage to find a slot between WB56 and FOX News..

Benny: "Let's get going and mingle."

CM: Earnest faced men and women are speaking to camera or rehearsing their lines. Most of them look identical.

Ishy nods. "Alright, sounds good to me."

Carla looks for a small group of officials.

CM: PCN rolls

DICE for Benny: (1d100) = [ 55 ]
DICE for Carla: (1d100) = [ 13 ]
DICE for Ishy: (1d100) = [ 25 ]

CM: Carla spots a knot of tired looking men talking to a cop with an impressive looking uniform. The men are all wearing identical red windcheaters and are all carrying clipboards and mobile phones.

Carla mutters to Ishy and Benny, "It's not a press pass.  But sometimes it works."

Carla squeaks over to the small group and waits for a chance to speak.

Ishy nods. "Definitely."

Private message from CM to Carla: The men seem to be arguing about increasing the police presence to deter souvenir hunters. The police captain is reluctant to do so, since the overtime bill is going to be huge already. Eventually the conversation seems to come to an end and the knot disperses.

CM: PER roll, Carla.

DICE for Carla: (1d100) = [ 88 ]

Ishy wanders around, trying to view the extent of the crash and possible layout of the plane.

CM: From where you are, near the clubhouse, you have a great view of the golf course. It's a wreck, peppered with craters the size of cars, and dotted with man-sized chunks of charred wreckage. Bits of it are still on fire. The reporters are droning on about "tragedy" and "terrible loss of life". The sentiments all sound the same, and they all ring false.

Benny takes out his camera and shoots all the rolls he has on the whole course and anything that catches his eye.

Benny: Any theories doing the rounds?

CM: No theories as yet, but you hear phrases like "terrorist action not yet ruled out" and "possible malfunction" from the reporters.

Carla: Being invisible to the officials, Carla simply walks out toward the wreckage.

Benny looks for a list of the passengers.

CM: Benny, make a PCN roll

DICE for Benny: (1d100) = [ 83 ]
Private message from CM to Benny: You can't see anyone who might have the passenger listing.

Private message from CM to Benny: There are quite a few about, take your pick
Private message from Benny to CM: One with a pretty woman reporter, of course.
Private message from CM to Benny: The New England Cable News van is nearby, with a young and flustered looking reporter trying to calm herself down before what is obviously her first live broadcast.

Private message from Benny to CM: Afterwards, when it looks like she's just waiting for news to happen he will introduce himself.

Benny approaches with a smile and tries to charm her pants off (not literally). "Hi."

Wendy VanSant: "No, just flushed...oh, er, hi!"

Private message from CM to Benny: Charm roll
DICE for Benny: (1d100) = [ 94 ]

Wendy Van Sant looks at his hand as if it has a bug on it. "Independant huh?" She doesn't look impressed. "We're not hiring."

Benny: "Yeah, well. I have a proposition. Care to hear it?"

Wendy Van Sant: "Do I get a choice?"

Benny: "I guess not. This is the thing. I know information will be bottling up and I have sources. Since we aren't in direct competition we can share. You are a local and thus you know things better around here. What do you say? I mean, it'd would be good to beat those big boys at FOX or WB at their game, right?"

Wendy Van Sant: "Sources?" She looks skeptical.

Benny hands her a card, knowing things are not going as he expected. "Just call if you get stumped. Nice to meet you and best of luck." Benny walks away with his head down.

Wendy Van Sant: "Whatever."

Benny looks for an official with a clipboard or anything resembling a list.

CM: There are loads of them about, busy scurrying from location to location.

Benny stops one of them and says: "I'm from AP, where can I get one of those?" <points to the list> "That's a passenger list, right?"

Official: "We'll be releasing the list at the press conference, 2:00 pm."

Benny: "Great.  Where will that be?"

The official points at the club house. "On the steps."

Benny: "Okay, thanks."

Ishy scans around the wreckage for anyone going through the pieces

Carla wanders from crater to crater, keeping an eye out and an ear open.

CM: Figures in uniform move from crater to crater, cataloguing a photographing the peices. It's a dismal and depressing scene.

Ishy slowly makes his way towards the wreckage, scanning for unusual people.

Private message from CM to Ishy: Luck roll
DICE for Ishy: (1d100) = [ 39 ]
Private message from CM to Ishy: You narrowly avoid being stopped by one of the cops, by the expedient of hiding behind a tree.

Private message from CM to Ishy: PCN roll
DICE for Ishy: (1d100) = [ 31 ]
Private message from CM to Ishy: There's a cluster of emergency services guys around a bush about 200 yards to your left. They seem excited about something.
Private message from Ishy to CM: I'll head towards them slowly, as if I'm just one of them.
Private message from CM to Ishy: They seem to be trying to pull a body from the bush.
Private message from Ishy to CM: I keep on looking, hoping to see a better view.
Private message from CM to Ishy: The body they pull from the bushes is a naked white male, in his thirties, with brown hair. There isn't a mark on him.
Private message from Ishy to CM: I try to 'sense unknown'.
DICE for Ishy: (1d100) = [ 87 ]
Private message from Ishy to CM: Damn. I take my camera out and take a picture.
Private message from CM to Ishy: While you're snapping away, they load the body onto a dolly and cover it with a plastic sheet. After marking the area carefully with tape, they move the dolly back towards the clubhouse.
Private message from Ishy to CM: After they've gone, I look around the place the officials found the corpse for any other clues.
Private message from CM to Ishy: PCN roll
DICE for Ishy: (1d100) = [ 67 ]
Private message from Ishy to CM: nope
Private message from CM to Ishy: While looking for clues you step on something...soft.
Private message from Ishy to CM: "Ick." I look down and remove my foot from whatever is 'soft'.
Private message from CM to Ishy: Make a Fear roll
(To CM) DICE for Ishy: (1d100) = [ 9 ]
Private message from Ishy to CM: made it by a mile
Private message from CM to Ishy: Your stomach turns over as you look down and realise you're ankle deep in someone's open abdomen. The dreadful sucking noise and the stench of cooked digestive juices makes it roil further as you slide your foot out, and you feel icy sweat bead on your forehead while you try not to think about what just happened, and about what it is you're scraping off your shoe.
Private message from Ishy to CM: Fighting back the urge to vomit, I keep looking around.
Private message from CM to Ishy: Contrasted to the body you saw them find, this one is charred black and missing most of it's extremities.
Private message from Ishy to CM: Then I follow the dudes with the cool, unmarked body.

Carla moves over beside him the man on the stump.

Carla: "Frightening, isn't it?"

Ramirez: "Pathetic really."

Carla: "It's hard to believe anyone will ever make sense of all this."

Ramirez: "We will, eventually. We always do." The man sighs, looking tired.

Carla: "Oh? Have you made any progress so far? Any ideas?" She pauses. "I'm sorry. I'm Rev. Carla Wilkinson. I came to pray for the victims."

Ramirez glances at Carla, and smiles faintly.

Carla: "It's not too late, you know."

Ramirez: "We could all do with some help from above. Even them, poor bastards."

Carla: "Amen."

Ramirez: "In answer to your question, no, we've not made much progress. Just enough to know that I've never seen anything like this before."

Carla: "I read you haven't located the black box yet. Will that answer all your questions when it's found?"

Ramirez: "Maybe, maybe not. It might let us know what was happening before the bang though."

Carla: "What could have caused this?"

Ramirez shrugs. "Got me. Whatever happened up there was fast and incredibly hot."

Carla: "Like a missile? Or a bomb?"

Ramirez: "No, not like a missile. The pieces are too small. Missiles spread things over a wide area, and bombs usually just
break the plane's back." He shakes his head.

Carla stares dumbfounded.  "But what then?  The chances against a meteorite are so small ..."

Ramirez: "It wasn't an impact, I can tell you that."

Carla looks around. "So, what? The thing just disintigrated?"

Ramirez hands Carla a small piece of curved metal. One side is mirror smooth, the other rough. It's still warm.

Carla examines the metal.  "What's this?"

Ramirez: "Part of the hull." He points to the rough side. "This is the outside, where the wing joined the body of the plane."

Carla listens attentively.

Ramirez points to the smooth side. "This is the inside. It's melted smooth. I've run over fifty crash investigations, and I've never seen metal melted this way."

Carla: "My God!  How hot it must have been inside for that to happen?"

Ramirez: "Somewhere around ten thousand degress."

Carla: "The fires of Hell..."

Ramirez: "Yeah. That's what I thought." He laughs quietly.

Carla: "Do you know if there was anyone important -- I mean politically important -- on board?  Anyone that would warrant this kind of terrorism?"

Ramirez: "We're checking the passenger list now, but it doesn't seem so. There was a local preacher on board, pretty popular from what I've heard, but no-one of any real importance."

Carla: "I will pray for you and your team."

Ramirez: "I appreciate it." He smiles sadly.

Carla clutches the piece of metal and closes her eyes, trying for a "Sense Unknown" on the metal. "Those poor people."

(To CM) DICE for Carla: (1d100) = [ 79 ]
Private message from CM to Carla: Nothing

Ramirez frowns.

Ramirez: "Ummm, Gordon something, or something Gordon."

Carla searches her memory for any information about a preacher named Gordon.

CM: Carla, make a WPR roll

DICE for Carla: (1d100) = [ 78 ]

Carla: "Well, I won't keep you, Mr....?  I'm sorry, I didn't catch your name."

Ramirez: "Ramirez. Chuck Ramirez." He gives a quick grin. "I'm the poor bastard the FAA and the NTSB stuck with figuring this mess out."

Carla: "I hope God grants you success. I'm staying at the Midnight Inn. If you're ever free for dinner or just want to talk, give me a call."

Ramirez: "You haven't kept me at all, Carla. It's been a pleasure. This job has taught me we need to grab our moments when we can." Ramirez stands, sighing.

Carla smiles and takes his hand. "Strength to you."

Ramirez: "Thank you. Now I need to get back and try and put this jigsaw back together."

Carla: "Of course.  Will I be in the way if I wander around a bit to pray over more wreckage?"

Ramirez: "Shouldn't be a problem. Just be careful what you touch and try not to move anything."

CM: An official runs up to Carla and Ramirez, panting for breath.

Official: "Chuck, you need to see this..." The official leads Chuck away, towards a cluster of emergency services guys moving a loaded dolly towards the club house. Carla can see Ishy lurking behind them.

Carla decides to move slowly and trust Ishy to get any information there. But the activity is her goal.

The official leads Chuck over to the loaded dolly, currently parke near an area of charred scrubby bush. On it is a distinctive shape under a "space blanket". The official lifts the blanket up at one corner and Chuck takes a look. You hear the hiss of breath.

Carla strains to see too.

CM: Under the blanket is a body, pale, naked and completely unmarked. It's a man, in his thirties, with brown hair. The expression on his face is one of total terror.

Ramirez: "Jesus!"

Carla: "He's untouched!" She looks embarrassed by her outburst.

Ramirez looks at the official.

Ramirez: "ID?"

Official: "A Possible. We think it's this guy." The official hands Ramirez a clip board with a list on it. Halfway down, a name is circled.

Carla tries to see the name.

Ramirez  glances at it, then turns to Carla.

Ramirez: "Here's your preacher. William Gordon."

Carla: "Shit. God save him."

Ramirez: <to Official> "Bag him and get him to the school with the others. Maybe Belle can figure out why he's not extra
toasty like the rest of 'em."

Carla: "The bodies are all being taken to a school?"

Ramirez: "Hospital morgue's swamped. The school gym's the only place we can lay them all out and figure out which bit belongs to whom. Look Carla, I've gotta go. Take this card. Maybe we could talk later?"

Carla: "I'd like that." She accepts the card.

Ramirez  smiles at her once more, then the smile vanishes as he wades in to the grisly business of corpse retreival once more.

Carla takes a moment to look at Chuck's card.

Private message from CM to Carla: "Charles K Ramirez. Senior Investigator, NTSB"

Ishy after looking around, starts to head back to the jeep.

Private message from CM to Ishy: PCN roll
(To CM) DICE for Ishy: (1d100) = [ 59 ]
Private message from Ishy to CM: nope
Private message from CM to Ishy: You see nothing that strikes you as odd.

DICE for CM: (1d100) = [ 3 ]
Private message from CM to Benny: You feel a sudden chill. Looking around, your gaze is drawn to a tall figure, wreathed in smoke, about a hundred yards away. Though you can make out no details, you're sure it's looking at you.
Private message from Benny to CM: I raise my camera and snap a picture of the figure.
Private message from CM to Benny: When you bring the camera down, it is gone.

Carla greets Benny and Ishy with, "I'm locked out."

Benny: "Ish has the keys. How did it go?"

Carla: "Pretty productive.  Let's get into the Jeep and crank up the AC and compare notes."

Benny: "What notes?" <mumbles to himself ashamed>

Ishy: "Alrighty." He unlocks the doors. "In you get."

Carla climbs into the jeep and props her feet up.

Carla: "Ahhhh..."

Benny morosely climbs into the seat.

Carla: <to either> "Did you find out anything?"

Benny looks at his watch.

CM: It's about 11:30 am.

Benny: "Only that there will be a press conference at 2:00 o'clock where they will divulge the passanger list and other things. Otherwise I have a few rolls of film on the site and a pretty woman who dislikes me for some reason."

Carla: "I got the name of one passenger."

Benny: "Who?"

Carla: "William Gordon, a local preacher. Apparently his was the only body that wasn't all burned up. I saw the body, and his face was a mask of terror, if that's not too cliché. But it was."

Benny: "Lovely."

Ishy starts the jeep. "Well, lets head to a photo shop, I want to get this film developed then and we'll come back for the press conference."

Benny: "Did any of you guys see someone watching us?"

Carla: "What?"

Ishy: "Nope. That doesn't sound good. Maybe you were a bit conspicuous?"

Carla: "Where was he?"

Ishy: "How was he dressed? Did he have a uniform?"

Carla: "What did he look like?"

Benny: "Oh, he or she was about a hundred yards away from us. He didn't look like much, but of course he had smoke around him from the fires down there.You know, I think I'll stay and just hear the rumours."

Carla: "Be careful."

Ishy: "You want to come with me Carla, we can try to fix that brace at the same time?"

Carla: "Sure. I'll go, Ish. I'd like to check out the school where all the bodies are being taken."

Ishy: "Benny, you gonna be ok?"

Benny: "Yep. I'm a big boy."

Ishy: "Alright then. You want me to get your film developed also?"

Benny: "Good idea. Here you go." Benny hands him the rolls.

Ishy: "See you around two, Benny."

Benny gets out of the Jeep and takes out one of his cigs.

Carla: "Happy hunting."

Benny: "Thanks. See you guys later."

Ishy drives off towards the city again.

Benny then looks around and takes the smoke as in as he can and exhales. "I'm becoming too tolerant of this nicotine."
 

Session ends.