In reply to The Keeper (msg # 43):

Walter 'Bo' Brandon rolled 37 for Spot Hidden 58/4=15%.

I'll note that Bo tried to get the tag number while they were following the lorry, before it turned into the lot.

OOC:

Oh, he definitely got the Lorry's number, just not all of the vehicles in the lot as Stanley wanted.

In reply to The Keeper (msg # 45):

Oh, okay.

Seeing the sign Bishop muttered "The Penhew Foundation .. son of a bitch."towards

"We need to place a call and leave word." Bishop said taking the car towards some place they could use a telephone.

As Stanley and Walter take one last loop around the block, they see another lorry with slightly dark coloration and a different tag number than the one they had followed exiting the vehicle gate.

"What do you think Bo?" Perhaps they pulled a switch. I think we should follow it." Bishop said ready to tail the new truck.

"You're the doctor, Stan."

OOC did enough time pass for the McGuffin to switch trucks?


Bishop did his best to follow the new lorry with out being spotted.


Putting himself in the place of their quarry "May be a set up Bo, keep your eyes open for anyone tailing us."

Bishop was easily able to follow the lorry that next left the compound.  The vehicle they followed was loaded up with a large crate, and making its way eastward over major thoroughfares when possible, but occasionally taking to smaller streets when needed to connect onto larger ones. Despite their best efforts, they are unable to spot anyone tailing them.

It made its way through Holborn, slowly working its way into Whitechapel, and it continued on eastward through Ratcliff and into Limehouse. Limehouse seemed to be a grim and dirty part of London, and as they drove through they spotted many of what might have been gambling dens and cheap housing, and saw that the area seemed to be mainly populated by immigrants, mostly of East or South Asian descent.

The lorry finally pulled up to the Limehouse Docks, a fairly busy area with plenty of warehouses near a variety of docks, with a smattering of ships sprinkled about. Traffic was fair there, so one more vehicle didn’t draw much attention. Finding a spot to park, they were able to see the lorry stop near a warehouse, and the workers began to unload a single large crate.

A man with skin the color of clay emerged from the warehouse, crossing his arms as he watched the men from the lorry unloading their crate.

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OOC:

There is technically just enough time for them to have executed such a maneuver, though it would have had to have been near perfect execution, especially if they were to hide it from you. The crate in the lorry they're following now is different in dimensions from the one that left the spice shop.

To avoid being spotted Bishop kept driving. Looking over the place he looked over the place and the faces for anyone out of the ordinary. He took a moment to look for marks on the crate in case they tried to find it later. "Well this certainly seems to be quite the operation. It might be a routine shipment by the Penhew Foundation, but I cant imagine they would use and outfit like this to ship antiquities."

"We need to get to a telephone. I don't want the others waling into the Penhew Foundation blind."

05:47, Today: Stanley Bishop rolled 62 using 1d100 with rolls of 62.  Spot hidden 80.
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Bo eyeballs the warehouse, looking for any identifying sign, as they drive past, but his attention is captured by the clay-colored man.

Walter 'Bo' Brandon rolled 95 for Spot Hidden 58%.


"Check," Bo replies.

"If this Penhew fella is tied up in all this, things just got very complicated." Bishop said, a part of him wishing he had blasted away at the men in the alley.

Bishop back toward a better area where a pub might have a telephone and something decent to eat.
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Nothing seemed to stand out to Bishop as he scanned the area for details. No faces that seemed out of place there popped out at him, and he couldn't seem to make out any markings on the crate from the distance he was at. There were many ships all over the docks; Bishop made out the name of the one closest to the docks, a dilapidated freighter called the Ivory Wind.

Pulling out of the docks area, Stanley didn't have to drive far to find a pub. Easily finding parking, he pulled up on Narrow Street at a small pub called The Grapes, an alehouse that also had a humble menu.
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Walking into the pub, Bo goes to the bar and orders two pints and a steak and kidney pie, while Stanley goes to call Avery.

Walter is served by a gruff, but polite bartender, who first lines up his two pints quickly, understanding the need of a man to do some hard drinking. He then goes back to the kitchen to tell them to prepare the steak and kidney pie.

Bishop placed a call to the hotel and spoke with Avery. He explained what they had seen, as well as the possibility that the mirror could have ended up at either location.

By the time Bishop returned to join Walter, he found Bo sitting there with two pints of a dark Irish stout the barman had called Guinness, digging into a hot slice of steak and kidney pie.

"Anything for you, big fella?" the barman asked Bishop.

"I'll have the same. If you could also pack us a bagged supper, sandwiches will do." Bishop replied.

After the barman left the table, Bishop spoke again "Spoke with Avery. Left our details. So far nothing from the others."

"Seems now we have two places to check out."

Having requested the same, the barkeep brought Stanley two more pints of Guinness and a hot slice of steak and kidney pie, and agreed to pack them some supper.

"According to Avery themail others were back at the hotel. Once we have eaten perhaps we should place another call and make a plan. Given the muscle we have seen where ever we operate I suggest we do it in force, and if possible armed. We might want to pick up a few more shotguns. Just in case." Bishop said quietly.

Bo swallowed a bite of steak and kidney and a gulp of stout.

"Probably we should go back to the hotel and see what Leo thinks. I'm not sure we want to get into a gunfight in the middle of London. Sneaky seems the better way."

"Sneaky is fine until some steps on a Sneaky floorboard, then we will need the cavalry." Bishop replied.

"Going back seems a good idea. The job will be best done at night fall. We'll just have to figure out whicheck spot to try first."

"Let's get back to the hotel and talk to Leo and the others. And find out what they've been up to."

[I want to join the other thread and get some input into the discussion.]

"Agreed, I'll call back and inform them we are on our way." Bishop said as he finished his beer in one long sip.

After he made the call, collected the bag lunch and paid.

Keeping an eye out for anyone watching them, he joined Bo at the car and headed back to the hotel.

OOC:

Go ahead and moved to the thread with the others, Chapter 2.3: Mirrors, Spice and Everything Nice [01/30/1925]