Making contact and repeating the instructed phrase, Tommy received the information about the safe house that Vincent had arranged for them. They were able to park the car nearby, so as to better ease Stanley in, and the cabs dropped the others off not far away.

The place was a few stairs below street level, tucked into underside of an Italian butcher shop in Clerkenwell that was of course closed at this hour. It appeared to be boarded up, but a key had been left for them at a particular place that was noted in the conversation, and they were able to access the interior with ease.

The area was spare. The space was almost all one room, save for the attached latrine, which was rudimentary in nature. In the room there was little in the way of furniture - a table with a couple of chairs around it and about four cots. A cabinet contained some basic medical supplies, as well as canned and dried foodstuffs. A small crew could hole up in here for a short time, laying low till things were safe again. What appeared to be a trap door leading to the shop above was barred from above.
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Rosalie breathed a sigh of relief when they'd reached the safehouse without incident.  After a quick glance around, she lowered her bag to the floor beside the wall and sank down to sit on one of the cots.  She kept Stanley's pistol in her lap, just in case.  "No Vincent," she said quietly.  She'd been hoping that Vinnie had made it to the safehouse before them so that they wouldn't have to worry.

Rosalie voices Walter's disappointment for him. Now they have new worries, Where is Vince? Does his absence mean they have been betrayed or that Gavigan is using the mirror to monitor them? For the moment, he keeps them to himself.

He sets down his case and Rosalie's in a corner and draws Leo aside.

"Heh. Well this is cosy.".
Tommy eased down the trunk he had dragged down the stairs beside the door - it would do no harm to have a barricade ready if required.

Seeing the look of concern on Rosalie's face he frowned. He'd expected to see the Italian there already.
"I'll call the fixer.".
Maybe it hadn't been so long. After all, getting patched up properly would take time. They didn't need to panic...yet a shiver of dread crept up the reporters spine as he left the safe house to hunt down a phone and asked to be put through to the dentist he'd spoken to before.
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Leo looked around, and was glad to see there was at least a little bit of elbow room, and horizontal spots for sleeping. Rosie would likely have the most difficult time with it, though he expected everyone was tired enough at this point to not care too much about their accommodations for the night.

"Yeah it's cozy alright." He nodded at the suggestion that Thomas call the fixer.

When Bo spoke quietly to Leo, the physician thought for a moment, then responded in the same hushed tone.

Bo lowers his eyes to the floor for a moment, then nods.
"Tommy, wait up." he calls to the reporter, hurrying out after him.

Tommy glanced behind, pausing as Bo hurried to join him. With a grim nod the pair moved swiftly to the public phone booth which was sheltered beneath a tall grey stone building on the other side of the road.
It didn't take the reporter long to put in the call and as he returned the receiver to its cradle he was glad the two men had a moment to themselves.

In reply to Thomas Cotton (msg # 8):

"Leo says we should put Stan in the trunk of the car. Let's do it."

"You got it.".
The reporter fell in beside Bo as they moved to complete the grim task.

In reply to Thomas Cotton (msg # 10):

In silence the pair moved Stanley out of sight, making sure to keep watch for twitching curtains or passers by.
When they were done they ducked into the shadows of a side street and spoke in fierce hurried whispers.

Walter looks at the rough map and tucks it into his pocket. He puts a heavy hand on Tommy's shoulder.

"Okay, Tommy. Yeah, probably a lousy idea."

He glances at the car and swallows. "I wish... Wish we'd left Stan in his bed."

He goes back to the safe house, kicks off his shoes and stretches out on a cot, staring at the ceiling. After a bit he places one arm across his eyes.

Leo sighed when Walter returned. He wasn't sure if they had actually done as he wanted, but perhaps that didn't matter at the moment. They needed Vincent to return, and soon. "I think Walter may have the right of it. Everyone should try to get some rest, at least for a little while. Avery, that includes you. Take one of the cots - I can nod off in one of the chairs until Vincent returns. I know we discussed doing something else tonight - but we don't know where Misr house is and I don't think there's much more to do at the Foundation. Hopefully Vincent had some luck finding the information, and he and his contacts here will be able to help us with Stan."

Leo looked around for other ideas, but settled onto one of the chairs in the absence of any further suggestions.

"Sure. We should take it in turns to keep watch, listen out for Vincent. Once he's back...we'll see where we lie.".

Ooc - maybe milly could take first watch if she is a puppet for now?
Ready for a jump forward :)
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The night past fitfully as they took turns keeping watch over the safehouse, the body of Stanley conveniently deposited into the boot of their automobile, though the slight removal from their presence made the experience only slightly less morbid.

When morning came, their number had not yet changed; Vincent had not yet rejoined the fellowship.

Rosalie woke the next morning having slept very little.  Her dreams had been plagued by Stanley's corpse, visions of him being choked to death, of being attacked.  Several times she'd started awake to find them still blanketed in night.  It seemed the sun would never appear.  When dawn finally broke, she rose, performed a sketchy wash in the bathroom sink, and joined the others, wearing a fresh change of clothing.  Seeing that Vincent was still not among their party, she frowned.

"Vincent said that if he could not get to us, if anything happened, he would try to leave word at the York Minster.  If he'd not left word there that we weren't to waste time looking for him."

Leo slowly awoke, his body aching from some unexpected exertion coupled with his age. His mouth quickly formed the frown that he'd been wearing far too much of late. Once the sleep was rubbed from his eyes, Leo stretched his body to its full length in an attempt to boost his circulation.

He looked over at Rosalie and nodded at what she recalled from their last contact with Vincent. "The York Minster. Right." He looked around at everyone's disheveled appearance. It would be rather more difficult to be taken seriously in most places without at least a change of clothes. "I suppose we could ring over there and see if he's left a message? Did he say for whom he'd leave the message?"

Tommy woke with the others, brow creased with concern as he realized Vincent was still missing.
Moving quickly to the sleeping form of Bo he knelt to wake his freind.
"It's morning Bo. No sign of Moretti.".

Worry began to race through his mind as he wondered what had happened to their freind.
First Stanley, now Vincent... The reporter hurried to join Rosalie and Leo in the main part of the room.
"Yeah, the York Minster. Dont think he gave a name, but we went there the other night when we met Zubiada.

So far we know he did manage to get patched up. We were near the Blue Pyramid when we left you, and he'd said he was going to hang around for Zubaida first. My best guess is that he did that, then got stitched up, then went to do this final 'errand'.".
He paused for thought.
"I'll try to call the York Minster now. But what do we do if we dont get a lead on him there? All I can think of is that we drive by the Blue Pyramid. Failing that, I'm starting to think we need to call Barrington.".

Hurrying down to the phone outside Tommy glared warily at the Londoners busy in the morning commutes. Was there anyone they could trust?
Adrenaline drove him as he picked up the receiver and asked to be put through, praying fate would be kind.

After much ringing, Tommy hears a voice on the other line.

The persistent pain, loss of blood, and absence of sleep had finally begun to catch up with Moretti when he reached the safe house.  Only a long ingrained discipline kept him wary of enemies and careful of his movements in the last several blocks. Yet, even with the weariness that sought to overcome him, he wondered honestly if he would be able to close his eyes and rest, were the opportunity to present itself, or if the nightmare he had left behind only a short time ago, one of his own making, would keep his mind from finding solace. That, and the simple fact that, for all his effort, he had failed.

When he descended the stairs, he knocked softly, then said, "It's Moretti. In barca a vela."

Once he was admitted, he found the nearest space of empty wall and sank down to the floor, leaning against it, not bothering to remove his coat. He glanced around, noting that Cotton and Bishop were absent. Already out on some errand? he wondered. Fumbling in his pocket, he found his cigarettes and matches with some effort. Lighting one unsteadily, he smoked quietly, hoping the tobacco would somehow sharpen his thoughts.

Tommy hung up the receiver and swore.
Moretti was missing. What could they do?

Helpless anger flared within the reporter and he found himself pacing the street, wondering whether to flag down a taxi. Think. What would Moretti do?

An idea formed in his mind. Maybe it was time to take things in to his own hands. Did Bo's plan make sense? Lurking in the basement of the Penhew Foundation?

Tee hee - wouldn't it be hilarious if Tommy vanished now ;)
I'll have him head upstairs in a moment. Wanted to give you all time to meet Vincent first.

"Vincent!" The breathless cry came the moment he identified himself and Rosalie rushed to meet him, sinking to her knees on the floor beside him.

Her grief for Stanley was still so raw and painful that it took very little to spark it.  Seeing Vincent, clearly exhausted, his face pinched with pain, caused tears to well and spill down her cheeks.  Ignoring the lit cigarette in his hand, she hugged him tightly and then drew back, searching him for additional signs of injury.

"We were so worried about you!  Thomas is on the street, even as we speak, calling the York Minster to see if you'd left word.  Such a terrible thing has happened..."   The rest was lost as her throat closed off with emotion.  Drowning in grief, she looked to the others to give Vincent the news.

Although his senses were dulled, Moretti could easily sense the strength of Rosalie's emotions, the sorrow that filled her voice, that radiated from her tear filled eyes. When she spoke of something terrible happening, only a moment passed before a grave understanding breached his thoughts, bringing with it sudden keen focus.

Something had happened to Bishop. To the man that she loved.

He looked up at the others, a cold anger stirring in his mind, the lone emotion that made him a thing of value, a useful tool to those he served. Frowning, he asked with a voice that was dry and thin, "What happened to Stanley?"

"Stan's dead. We got separated and he went in on his own hook. Leo says he suffocated somehow. His body's-- " He didn't want to say anymore. Not in front of Rosalie.

"I nearly went off to try to ambush Gavigan and burn up that secret room, but Tommy talked me out of it. Just as well.

"Come on, Vicenzo, get up off the floor and lie down. Tell us where you've been.  Did you get your wound tended to?"
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Moretti got to his feet, his frown deepening to a scowl. He shook his head in response to Bo's question. "No. I didn't bother going to the Frenchman. I'll be fine. Honestly, it isn't worth worrying over."

He took a pull on his cigarette, exhaling slowly, his thoughts slowly becoming a twisting storm. "Zubaida never appeared when the Blue Pyramid closed. I waited a bit and broke in. Looked around to see if there was anything that might point to the cult, or the Misr House. There wasn't."

He shrugged. "After that, I returned to the Penhew Foundation. Went back down into Gavigan's secret study. I meant to ambush him. To get some information out of him, if I could, then kill him. But he never appeared." He shuddered visibly, tears welling in his eyes. "I wasn't alone. I had help. That spell...the one in Africa's Dark Sects. The one used to raise the dead." He took another draw on his cigarette. "It works. Cockburn. The guard I murdered. He's down there. Waiting. He'll kill anyone that enters the place."

He blinked, composing himself. Putting the cigarette out, he asked, "Stanley. Where did you find him? Somewhere on the docks? Is that where you all were?"

Leo blew out a sigh of relief when Vincent finally arrived. He would have liked to pull the man into an embrace, such was his delight in seeing Vincent, though he was a little slower than his companions. Age and the sleeping conditions the last evening were probably the culprits.

A smile finally tugged at Leo's lips to see the young man alive, though he could tell Vincent wasn't well. He had suffered both physical and emotional strain, culminating in the raising of the dead. Leo's eyebrows raised at that statement. He wasn't terribly surprised that it had worked, but the way in which it had been employed was...creative.

Leo finally gave voice to his thoughts. "Thank God you're back Vincent. I can't tell you how glad I am...we are...to see you. But if you didn't get your wound tended, I'll take care of it now. And will be the judge of what's worth worrying over or not."

Moretti nodded quietly at Leo's words."I appreciate that, sir. It's very...very kind of you. I can go see the Frenchman later, if you'd prefer. He'll be accustomed to treating men like me. That way, you and Rosalie wouldn't be put to any trouble. She already..."

The picture of Cockburn sliding to the floor, lifeblood spilling from his chest, his neck pushed to an unnatural angle, filled his thoughts, replaced a moment later with the image of the dead man standing beside him in the dark, a mute sentry enslaved to his will.

He blinked, forcing his mind back to the present. Stanley. The docks. A poisonous combination of grief and crushing guilt seized his chest in a tight, cold grip.

Taking a slow, steadying breath, he drew the revolver from beneath his coat. Opening the weapon, he checked the cylinder, making certain it was fully loaded.

When he spoke again his voice was composed, unemotional. "Bo, where on the docks did you find Stanley? Did you see any notable people nearby? Any suspicious activity?"

In reply to Vincent Moretti (msg # 28):

"When we got there, there was a work crew and a couple of guys bossing them. They were moving goods between the warehouse and a ship. They gave us some trouble and Stan drifted. Then, Leo and Milly went off. They hadn't seen me, so I kept quiet for a bit.

"When I tried to approach the place, I got spotted by some passing swabbies and then tangled with a couple ashcans. So I took off back to where we left the car and found Mily and Leo, but no Stan. We heard a couple gunshots and went back with the car to crash the joint and get Stan out, supposing he was inside.

"That's when we found his body behind the warehouse. We brought him back to the hotel, but decided we better lam out and come here, wait for you to show up.

"Glad you did."

"Sono contento che ho potuto vedere di nuovo fratello," he replied to Bo.

Satisfied, he closed the revolver and returned it to its place beneath his coat. Retrieving his gloves from a pocket, he began to put them on. Addressing Leo, he said, "I'm going to go down there, sir. Get a look at that warehouse. See if I can find any clues where the people that did this, members of the Brotherhood I'm sure, might be found. It...it's my responsibility, sir."

"I'll return here as soon as I'm done."

Leo listened to the back and forth between Vincent and Bo, and frowned at the last. He shook his head and put a hand on Vincent's shoulder while looking into his eyes. "No, you're not going down there. Certainly not right now. The first thing we're going to do is take a look at that wound of yours." Leo's lips pressed together and created a thin line.

"Vincent, why do you think I studied to become a physician?"

Angry and frustrated Tommy ducked back into the stairwell to return to the others. Opening the door he saw Vincent in mid flow and felt a grin of relief spread to his features. "Vincent! Where the hell you you been you unprintable son of a censored!".
Unable to hold himself back he strode forward to embrace the Italianate relief flooded through him. "I thought you'd gone and gotten yourself bunny'.".
Glancing left and right the reporters tone sombered. "They told you about Bishop?".
As Vincent resumed his tale Tommy stood and listened to the rest.

Ooc-for simplicity I'll assume Tommy picked up the gist of the conversation so that Vincent doesn't have to repeat himself (unless anyone objects).

Moretti found a smile when Cotton embraced him. Clapping the reporter on the back, he said, "It's good to see you again, paisan. I'm glad you're alright."

Looking back to Leo, he shook his head. "Sir...I...I suppose you became a doctor to help those in need. I'm sorry. I didn't mean any disrespect. It's just, in my world, people don't do things for others out of...kindness."

He gaze went to the floor. "But, sir, after you patch me up, you've got to let me go to the docks. There may be something there that can help us find the Brotherhood. And Gavigan."

"What happened to Stanley...it's my fault, sir. I've got to at least try to keep the rest of you safe."

"Absolutely not," Rosalie said after regaining her composure and her feet.  She dabbed at her eyes with a handkerchief.  "No one is going anywhere alone ever again.  No one.  I should have stopped you last night.  You were lucky, Vincent.  It is too dangerous out there for any of us to go out alone.  We know that Gavigan and his people are probably looking for us.  The docks are not priority.  They searched them last night and found nothing but death.  We need to find the Misr House.  We need to stop them, destroy the mirror, disrupt them however we can, or more people are going to die."

"Jesus Christ!" Bo shouts, shattering the tea mug against the wall, "Give it a rest, Vincent. What happened to Stan wasn't your fault, anymore than what happened to Jackson was your fault. Or mine. Or Leo's or Tommy's or Rosalie's. Stan took a foolish risk, like you did going back to Gavigan's lair. Like I would've done if Tommy hadn't set me straight. But it's not Stan's fault either.

"It's these crazy people we've run up against that're to blame for all this. And for killing dozens of people in London and in New York and in God knows how many cities around the world."

He stops to take a gulp of tea, then regards the smashed crockery and puddle sadly.

"We're punching in the dark. We don't know what game they're playing and we're just beginning to understand their power. I don't think anyone put a pillow over Stan's face and held it there without him emptying his gun into them. I think it was done by their voodoo, like that dead man you left waiting for Gavigan.

"So far we've been playing a mug's game, especially when we go at them one by one like Jackson and Stan. We need to figure out what's going on and pick our fights so we can hurt them. They're onto us here it looks like. I'm for getting out of London. Maybe we can find some answers in Paris or maybe China.

"And you my friend," he looks Vince in the eyes, "My brother, have to stop thinking about yourself as a worthless loner. We need a comrade who believes in himself, who'll be a member of the team we can count on, who won't go off like a lone wolf.

"Otherwise, you might as well go back to New York. You're a liability here."

Moretti fells silent, looking from Rosalie to Bo. After a moment, he nodded. "I'm truly sorry. È mio dovere di servire la famiglia," he said quietly, "The last thing I want is to be a liability. To put any of you in danger. I'll do whatever you need of me."

Keeping his eyes downcast, he returned his gloves to his pocket, then shouldered out of his coat. Seeing the broad, crimson stains on his shirt prompted him to look around the room, looking to see if his suitcase had somehow made it to the hideout.

"The docks...Since you searched the warehouse and found nothing..." He sighed and frowned, his hazy mind tugging at the problem. "What about Gavigan's home? I briefly looked over his desk when I left the Foundation, searching for any personal correspondence. But I didn't find anything. Could his address be listed publicly? In the eyes of London, he's a respected academic. Maybe the society pages of the Times? Perhaps he's hosted a dinner for some of the Foundation's wealthy patrons. Fundraising, that sort of thing."

"If we could find it, get inside, and search, there might be something that would tell us where the Misr House is located."

Tommy's eyes narrowed as he listened. Had he heard correctly - Vincent raised a Zombie? And the others were nodding as if that was some sort of normal possible thing to do? Sure they'd seen things and the blood bath of the Juju house had been horrific, but was what Moretti say even rational?

Before he could speak the conversation moved on and Cotton nodded in violent agreement to 'Bo's words. "We go at them one on one we lose. The only chance we have at this is if we stick together.

But Gavigan's home - what if he's there when we show up? And even if we find Misr house what the hell are we planning? After we hit the Penhew Foundation, after Bishop...Gavigan knows we are coming. Do we really wanna walk in to a trap?

I hate it, but I reckon we only have two options left. Either we get outta England, or we get help. Barrington, Mahoney, I dont know. But we cant do this alone.".

He shrugged, looking to Leo.
"For what it's worth, I reckon there is a good chance we could find Misr house in the public records if we had a few hours in there. But then what?".

Finding a clean shirt, Moretti stepped inside the lavatory and changed, returning to the group as Cotton made his suggestions. At once, the strain of the prior evening settled upon him, like a weight he had to shoulder in order to keep his eyes open.

Clearing his throat, he said, "Direct action may not be the wisest course. Things were different in Harlem."

"Barrington's motivated to take down the cult. They're responsible for the death of one of Scotland Yard's inspectors, not to mention how many other innocents. The problem is, we don't have anything tangible that ties Gavigan directly to the murders. But I think that if we can find the Misr House, then tip Barrington off about it, he and his men would find all the evidence they needed there."

"It might be worthwhile for one or more of us to pay a library a visit, or even the morgue at The Times or The Scoop, see if we could puzzle out the location of the Misr House from one of those resources. There's also the written material we collected from Gavigan's study at the Foundation. There might be a clue somewhere in all of it."

"If we need to sneak in a location to collect information, like Gavigan's house, I have a suggestion. We might take a little time to see if we can identify who's present there. Depending on his wealth, Gavigan might have a servant or two. If so, we could use the spell that Rosalie translated to shift one of our appearances, make it easy to infiltrate the place. Minimize the risk. Worst case, we could imitate someone from the Foundation, like Cockburn."

Leo nodded at the discussions of what to do next. There seemed to be a few possibilities, but one stood out as being required. "It seems that we definitely need to find the Misr House. If digging through public records is likely to solve that little mystery, then a few of us should do so. Taking a look at what was collected from the Foundation is also a good idea. While we're looking for the other information, we can also poke around for Gavigan's home address. In any case, it seems like we need to interrupt whatever ritual they are planning with the mirror, and destroy the damned thing."

He looked over at Vincent and cocked an eyebrow. "A clean shirt already? I haven't even had the chance to take a look at you." He looked over at his niece as the physician retrieved his bag. "Rosie, come give me hand. Hit the patient with something blunt on the back of his skull if he refuses to co-operate..."


08:01, Today: Dr. Leonardo Elias rolled 51 using 1d100 with rolls of 51.  Medicine (75).

"Y'know, Tommy's pal at The Scoop is supposed to know everything about everyone. Maybe he knows something about Misr House. He almost surely knows Gavigan's home address, prominent as he is.

"As for Scotland Yard, if we can't go directly to Barrington, maybe we 'drop a penny' to someone on the Yard's Flying Squad with a tip about ritual killings to be done at this  Misr House tonight. Either they'll contact Barrington or they'll try to steal the glory for themselves. Either way, if Gavigan's present when they knock it over, we don't need evidence.

"I can make the call. My cockney accent may be sh-- sorry, ladies, may be rotten, but I can sling a fair bat imitating Emile Telunga, African emigrant who just happens to have heard something awful from his mate."
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Cotton nodded, encouraged by what he heard.
"There's one other thing. Barrington needs evidence right? And is there any better evidence than what Vincent left in the Penhew basement?".

"I'd just as soon not be the one to put an unsuspecting cop into a room with a killer dead man."

"I think I can probably find something suitable," Rosalie replied to her uncle.  She moved to help him, pulling out what he'd need to remove the bullet and stitch the wound.  "I did what I could to stop the bleeding, but the bullet is still in there.  Damned lucky it didn't hit him any place vital."  She glanced up briefly at Vincent, a flash of regret in her eyes.

Seeing Rosalie's expression, Moretti cleared his throat and found a grin. "This isn't so bad. About three years ago, I took a slug in the chest." He gestured vaguely at the left side of his rib cage. "Had trouble breathing for almost two weeks. It passed. Finally."

He looked to Bo and Cotton. "If you two pay a visit to The Scoop, I can try to sort through some of the things we lifted from the Foundation. See if there are any valuable clues to be found."

Leo nodded at his niece. "Might be some scalpel work involved then. Let's get to it."

With at least some rest last night, Leo was able to make headway on the bullet wound and get Vincent to the point where he'd be able to get healthy under Leo's care.

OOC: Leo made a successful medicine roll in his previous post. I didn't roll any hitpoint recovery as I presume Rosalie already applied first aid? If so, then I think the roll just allows Vincent to recover 2d3 hitpoints per week instead of just 1d3.

Tommy grimaced as Leo set to work. "Ugh. If you're playing with a scalpel can you do it some place I can't see?". It wasn't that he was bad with blood, but seeing a freind being sliced by a doctor could never be appealing.

Pacing to the far side of the room Cotton occupied himself by plucking his pencil out of a pocket to begin flipping it deftly across his fingers.
"Anyway, back to Barrington.
He wouldn't be unsuspecting. The tip-off would tell him to go in hard, that there was someone trapped down there with something dangerous. If we are looking to pin evidence on Gavigan a zombie is about as incriminating as they come.

Same with Mahoney and the Scoop. If we tell him about Misr house you think he's gonna just sit on it? If I know his sort he'd send a boy down there to check it out blind. This whole thing is dangerous for anyone involved, but if Gavigan stays unchecked I figure things are gonna get a whole lot worse.".

He stood, already wearing his jacket from the call he'd made a few minutes before.
"But if you just want us hunting Misr House, then you got it. Ready to roll 'Bo? Milly, you fancy driving?".

"I don't say we tip Mahoney to anything, just promise him he's the only newspaperman we'll talk to when we have something."

He shrugs into his jacket, also not eager to see Leo slice Vince.

"Let's start with a walk to the phone booth," he whispers to Tommy, "I'm not keen on driving a car with a surprise in the trunk."

"Sure.".
Leaving Leo and Rosalie to their gritty work Tommy and Bo returned to the street. The morning sun was rising and London looked almost normal, almost safe.
"So what's the pitch? We need a favor from him, off the record, in exchange for which we will cut him in on the story ahead of anyone else? I reckon he'll be even more interested when we tell him the story is too real for The Times to push to front page.

If he asks to join us or meet us there, what do you think? I reckon we need as much help as we can get in this mess 'Bo. That's why I'm pushing to involve Barrington too.".

The pair reached the phone booth and Tommy loitered to hear Walter's response before picking up.

"Actually, I don't think I can accompany ye, Tommy boy," she said with a smile.

"Fact is, my last reports back to Mr. Grey have been quiet positive. He initially tasked me out ta make certain of the way you operate, ta keep the name of the Carlyle Family out of the business you've all engaged in. So far, you've done that quite well, but the nature of the recent goings on both here and abroad make him believe that there's another gentleman more suited to the task of accompanying this group," she said.

"For my part, I think I'll need ta be leavin' soon. I've ta meet an Irish friend of mine and help resupply the Carlyle's liquor cabinet. I've got ta love the American good manners of not searchin' a lady's person and belongin's. That said, I won't be leavin' until I introduce you to my replacement."

OOC:

Correct, Leo. Vincent can now recover 2d3 per week instead of 1d3. The next time he rolls, we will take care of that.
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In reply to Thomas Cotton (msg # 48):

"I'll leave the pitch to you, Tommy. You'll know how best to get to a newspaper man.

"We wany addresses right now, or directions. We don't need to visit either place, as far as Mahoney is concerned."

"Ok Chief, you got it.".
Leaning against the famous red metal of the phone box he made the call.

"Scoop please!". He smiled, realizing he was looking forward to speaking to Mahoney. This was more his line of work.
Once put through he fell easily into step with the Irishman's patter and his notebook materialized as if by magic.
"Mickey! It's Tommy here, from the Times. Popped by a couple of days back with Walter and Millicent remember?". He chuckled. "Yeah, the red head with the bottle. Sure I'll send her your regards.

Say, now listen. I've got a proposition for ya but you've gotta keep it under your hat. Remember what we spoke about? I reckon we are on to something big.".
He paused to draw out Mahoney's interest.
"See, the thing is, what we're chasin' is too sideways for the Times. I aint kiddin ya when I say voodoo and hoodoo are the least of it. But we need your help, one reporter to another. You help us out with a little information and I'll chase the lead for you. Give you the Scoop. Heh.". He chuckled. "Once we get proof, you get the story with a 48 hour head start on the Times hearing anything...and when they do publish...which they will, the Scoop will look even hotter for it.
What do you say? But you've gotta keep what I ask you on the down low.".

If Mahoney was enthusiastic Tommy would continue.
"Ever heard of a place named Misr House? It's got something to do with this whole cult thing and we need an address. And its got something to do with Edward Gavigan. Yeah, juicy I know. You got any idea where he lives too?".

re Milly, please can Tommy and Bo pick up with her conversation when we get back inside along the lines of 'heard you are leaving us...' rather than split the thread (as I think we are outside now)

Tommy heard a familiar voice on the other end of the line.

Rosalie was undeterred by the bloody undertaking of removing the bullet from Vincent.  Her uncle was a skilled surgeon and she'd assisted in more bullet extractions that she cared to count.  If anything, she fell to it naturally, anticipating what Leo needed before he asked, and blotting away the excess blood that impeded his work.  She'd already strung a needle with thread and had them soaking in antiseptic for the stitching that'd be required.  While Leo finished patching him up, she focused on the man rather than the wound, glancing back to meet his gaze.

"We need to take care of Stanley's body," she said quietly.  Bo tried to spare her from the deed itself, but it was impossible to know where Stan's corpse waited.  "Vincent, do you have any contacts here that might take care of him for us?  I thought that cremation would be the easiest."  Her voice trembled briefly and she swallowed.  "We should ship the remains back to his family."

Tommy listened carefully as Mahoney talked business.
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The voice continued on.

Tommy smiled before finishing the conversation and turning to 'Bo.
"Not sure if he'll fish up anything or not, but at least we gave it a shot.

Back up to the others?".

In reply to Thomas Cotton (msg # 56):

"Yeah, let's check in with Leo and then maybe you and me and Rosalie can do a public records search of our own.

"When will Mahoney know something?"

"He said it would be a couple of hours.". Tommy shrugged to Bo. "We didn't give him much to go on so dont hold your breath. Still, its a shot.".

Returning to the others the reporter was revealed to see that the worst of the medical work seemed over. "So he's gonna live doc? Hope you prescribe him some rest and self appreciation tablets. We need you with us for the long run in this Vince.".

Settling down again for the moment he updated the others on his conversation with Mahoney.
"Our man at the Scoop has never heard of Misr House and dosnt have Gavigan's details either. But he said he'll do a little digging so if we call him back in a few hours we might get lucky and he'll find something. He said if we knew the owner of the place or its general wherabouts that would help...".

"So the question is what next? I could head to the public records offices and do some digging myself if someone wants to join me. Might give our hero some time to rest that wound, right Vincent? Failing that...Leo it's your call. If Moretti's surprise dosnt take out Gavigan then we are on the back foot here. We need help if we are going to bring that son of a bitch down.".

Leo had mostly forgotten just how good it was to work with Rosie. He never had to look away from the wound or even suggest what he needed next. It would already be in his hand. He complimented her skill on more than one occasion, though hoped pulling metal out of friends and family wouldn't become a regular thing.

Once the bullet had been removed and stitches were in place, he inspected their work as Rosalie queried Vincent on the potential disposal of Stan. His lips formed a thin line as the matter was considered, though his concentration was drawn to the return of Tommy.

Millicent's proclamation was met with a furrowed brow, but it also wasn't something to which he needed to respond at the moment. "Hold that thought for a few minutes, Millicent. I'm glad to hear we're meeting with your approval, and we may have a message for Mister Gray."

He nodded at Tommy's question about Vincent. "The body is the easier of the two things to heal, most often. The harder the head, the more difficult it is to get the mind right. Self-appreciation tabs are being researched, but we've a ways to go on that, I'm afraid."

To the question of what's next, Leo again pressed his lips together in a thin line. "So we have a few hours while your man is digging. You should go down to the public records with someone, yes. Either me or Rosalie. And Bo. The others of us should dig through what was found at the foundation, see if there's anything of use there. If we don't get anything on the place in the next few hours, I think we need to get out of London for now."

"Sure, sounds like a plan.".
He looked at his watch.
"It is 9am now. Meet back here at 1pm? Use the York Minster if anything goes wrong. Avery, Millicent, maybe you could explore travel options for us incase we need to leave quickly.".
He stood, glad to be doing something.
"I'll take a taxi. Who fancies a trip out with me?".

"I'll go along, Tommy, but let's start with a good library, someplace that'll have directories for London and the nearby counties. Gavigan might be listed in a Who's Who; they usually note home addresses, at least in the states.

"If Misr House is outside London and a country house or estate, we might hit it in a sort of Stately Homes of Kent or the like.

"Then we can try real estate redords and newspaper archives. Hey! we could call the local constables in the surrounding counties and just ask for the place -- or real estate agents. Maybe tour guides?"

OOC:

In terms of research, we don't need to specifically play it out. Give me any particulars of your research along with a Library Use roll (similar to what Walter did in his last post, which gives me a good idea of what types of sources he will be looking to for information; if you want you can just give me a general roll).

Those who are staying behind and examining what you brought back from the Foundation, let me know what you're examining and I'll let you know what if any rolls I need from you. Speaking of which, when you guys take things from a place in the future it would be awesome if you specified what you take and add it to your sheet. Going back through the thread it's like "we take some books and some scrolls and some stuff."

I know for a fact Vincent took two silver daggers (inscribed with strange runes and symbols) along with some small dried wings, tiny eyes in a jar, and some claws, along with another jar of blue powder.

In any case, here's a list of what you might have taken:

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Tommy found volumes in German, French, Russian, Spanish, Latin, and two in English. Of them, the ones that appeared to have seen the most use were the ones in English and the one in Latin. respectively titled G’harne Fragments, Ye Booke of Comunicacions with ye Angel Dzyon, and Liber Ivonis.

One of the English ones is a leather bound manuscript, in a medium folio, slightly damaged with some foxing and occasionally irregularly sized pages. No title or author is given on the cover but a frontispiece identifies it as Ye Booke of Comunicacions with ye Angel Dzyon. The manuscript contains text in archaic English and an unknown set of symbols as well as marginal notes in what appears to be Greek. This book is a loosely organized collection of what can be described, for lack of a better term, as séances between an unnamed medium and an “angelic spirit” identified in the text as Dzyon.

The next English volume is a slim, unadorned, pasteboard-bound work in that appears to be 128 pages in length. The title "G’harne Fragments" is printed on both the pasteboard cover (a pale cream, with black ink) and the spine, with the author’s name (Sir Amery Wendy-Smith) printed below the title. No publisher is listed nor is a date of publication given. The production quality and style suggests a small university press or that the author paid for publication himself; the finished product is of inexpensive materials. There are numerous illustrations depicting some sort of cipher or artificial language consisting of haphazardly arranged dots and a scattering of astronomical charts. A handwritten dedication on the title page says “Many thanks for your advice and aid, W-S.” Scattered throughout the text are a few passages underlined in meticulous pencil lines. This work provides a supposed translation of inscriptions first discovered by British explorer Sir Howard Windrop in a hitherto unknown ruined city in Africa, referred to as “G’harne” by the author. Expanding on Windrop’s earlier translation, Wendy-Smith, claims that the text contains the fragmentary records of a prehistoric, (perhaps even non-human) civilization.

The Latin work is a large vellum manuscript bound in brass-capped leather. The interior of the work (entitled Liber Ivonis) is in illuminated Latin, accompanied by copious marginal illustrations, miniatures, and decorated initials (most of which seem to consist of a rather fanciful toad or frog). The manuscript binding is in fair condition—some of the brass fittings have been lost, the inside cover has been gouged repeatedly (apparently to remove a book plate, the scraps of which remain, but are totally illegible), and there are recent small scorch marks on the rear cover. The manuscript interior is in excellent condition. The artwork within depicts many strange scenes, some of which are rather disturbing and unlike those found in a typical medieval work.

From what Tommy can recall of his Latin, it's hard to get much on a quick skim, but he can see that this work is a grimoire allegedly written by the magician Ivon “of Hyperborea.” It serves as both a grimoire and to provide an autobiographical account of the author’s life, from his time as an apprentice to his departure from Hyperborea. It will take much more study to get more than that.

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A small crate stenciled Randolph Shipping Company, Port Hedland, Western Australia, Dominion of Australia. In smaller letters, it said Personal to Mr. Randolph. Within the smaller crate, he saw a sixteen inch bust of a figure whose head was oddly shaped and beset by tentacles on the lower half.

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When the work was done, Moretti rose stiffly and closed his shirt, a jolt of light headedness swallowing his perception momentarily. Clearing his throat, he said quietly, "Thank you, Leo, Rosalie. I'm indebted to you both."

He cocked an eyebrow at Leo's comment regarding healing the mind. "You're not talking about me being stubborn, are you, sir? I actually think I'm seeing things more clearly...more honestly, than I have in a long time."

Turning, he addressed Rosalie, his tone as reassuring as he could manage. "Please don't worry. I'll make certain that Stanley is taken care of. Qualunque sia il costo. You have my word."

Retrieving his coat from the floor, he pulled it on slowly, ambling to the front door of the safe house and out into the winter morning.

He returned ten minutes later, his demeanor subdued. "I have some people that will care for Stanley and ensure that he reaches his famiglia in America.”

OOC: If it is available, Moretti would probably start by skimming Ye Booke of Comunicacions with ye Angel Dzyon, looking for any clues regarding poosible cult rituals (specifically, if there are any particular environments where said rituals have to occur), as well as any notes or underlining that might have been made by Gavigan.
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ooc - Tommy will support Bo's suggestion, while also looking for land ownership records (associated with taxation) which should hold reference to Misr House.
We also have a government owned body named 'Ordinance Survey' here in the UK that was established in the 1700's and is responsible for mapping and cataloging the UK.
As well as maps they hold detailed records of notable place names, including how those names change over time. So if I was doing this for real in the UK (after Google) that would be the first place I'd look.

For Gavigan's address, birth and marriage records might be a decent place to start if we think he is from an address that has been in the family for a while.

Rolled 3 at once incase you need them - 2 fails and a pass, which isnt ideal.
20:12, Today: Thomas Cotton rolled 185 using 3d100 with rolls of 74,78,33.  3 x vs library use 55%.

Walter 'Bo' Brandon rolled 68,69,76 for Library Use 25%

Crap

"Thank you," Rosalie said simply, though her eyes said far more of her gratitude than she could ever express.

She began helping to pack away Leo's medical kit, sterilizing his instruments and throwing the bloody gauze and bandages in the waste bin.  Afterward, she cleaned up in the bathroom and then rejoined the others, glancing at the pile of items they'd taken.  "Might as well make myself useful," she suggested.


OOC: Rosalie can help sift through the stolen goods -- whatever isn't taken or claimed by the boys.  She can also help with the Latin, if her Latin is good enough.   

Leo shook his head at Vincent's suggestion of indebtedness. "No, you're not indebted to me. Not in the least. We all bring something to this group, Vincent. You were injured keeping others from harm - a selfless act and one that is appreciated. But you need to stop worrying about your place here or of what you feel worthy. You are one of a very small number of people in the world that knows about what we're up against here. We need you to do your part, just as I am needed to do mine, if we have any hope of surviving long enough to discover just what is happening and how to stop it."

Leo paused for a moment and tipped his head slightly to the side, though his stern tone didn't really change. "Rosie and I are probably going to need you to keep us safe more than once in the near future, Vincent, and you can't do that if you won't let us keep you on your feet. Or worse, you slip off and are gone for good."

He looked over at Rosie and then back toward Bo and Thomas. "Rosie will stay here with Vincent and dig through some of the material. I'll go with you pair to hunt for public information."

16:47, Today: Dr. Leonardo Elias rolled 70,97,68 using d100,d100,d100 with rolls of 70,97,68.  Library Use (75).

After three hours, Tommy, Leo, and Walter returned from the library. After an exhaustive search of multiple sources of records, they managed through Leo's guidance to locate information on a property located in Essex, in an area called the Naze at the edge of the North Sea. The estate has passed from one set of hands to another over the years since it was constructed in the 17th century, but some five years ago it was acquired by Edward Gavigan. They are unable to locate any other property owned by Gavigan during that time, however.

Vincent's chosen tome is a leather bound manuscript, slightly damaged with some foxing and occasionally irregularly sized pages. No title or author is given on the cover but a frontispiece identifies it as Ye Booke of Comunicacions with ye Angel Dzyon. The manuscript contains text in archaic English and an unknown set of symbols as well as marginal notes in what appears to be Greek.

This book is a loosely organized collection of what can be described, for lack of a better term, as séances between an unnamed medium and an “angelic spirit” identified in the text as Dzyon (or sometimes as Dzyan). The sessions are supposed to transcribe the wisdom of Cehuti, an archangel (?), and are composed of a mixture of divine pre-history, angelic law and magic, confounding cabalistic discussions, and suggestive discussions of how certain humans may be elevated to divinity. The papers that form the text seem to have been collected and organized along specific themes and not chronologically. Some of the portions in the non-English symbols appear to be written contemporaneously with the regular writing but not in the same hand. The work itself is confused and sometimes self contradictory. While portions of the English text seem to be translations of the two types of ciphers used, other portions are left untranslated. Certain sections, particularly those dealing with incantations, are heavily annotated in Greek.

Rosalie picks up a large vellum manuscript bound in brass-capped leather. The interior of the work (entitled Liber Ivonis) is in illuminated Latin, accompanied by copious marginal illustrations, miniatures, and decorated initials (most of which seem to consist of a rather fanciful toad or frog). The manuscript binding is in fair condition—some of the brass fittings have been lost, the inside cover has been gouged repeatedly (apparently to remove a book plate, the scraps of which remain, but are totally illegible), and there are recent small scorch marks on the rear cover. The manuscript interior is in excellent condition. The artwork within depicts many strange scenes, some of which are rather disturbing and unlike those found in a typical medieval work. Based on her experience studying old manuscripts, Rosalie can  date the manuscript to the early 13th century, most likely the Sicilian Court of Frederick II. The cover is more recent, probably dating from the early 16th century.

This work is a grimoire allegedly written by the magician Ivon “of Hyperborea.” It serves as both a grimoire and to provide an autobiographical account of the author’s life, from his time as an apprentice to his departure from Hyperborea. Ivon, after his apprenticeship, journeyed about “Hyperborea” encountering many strange beings and individuals (some of whom he traveled with for a time). Most importantly, he pledged his service to some sort of batrachian being of great power (Xatogua—“he who sleeps and is served by crawling shadows”) in exchange for the being’s vast magical knowledge. Beyond Ivon’s tutelage under this strange furry being, there are also discussions of astronomy, astrology, protective magical signs, and a lengthy passage about a dragon of some sort that laid waste to much of “Hyperborea.” The work concludes with a discussion of Ivon’s flight from this kingdom due to some sort of religious conflict as well some commentary about his apprentice (apparently written by said apprentice). The frequent illuminations of the tome often depict the disturbing topics contained within in a shocking manner. The artistic style is somehow more representational than that typically found in medieval manuscripts, yet contains elements that would almost be described as modernist, if the book did not date from the 13th century; certain stylistic elements suggest the artist was trained in the Persian Miniature school. The combined effect of the unsettling illustrations with the bizarre text is an undoubtedly disturbing one.

OOC:

Greater research into these books will take longer than the time that you have to sort of skim the tomes.

15:40, Today: The Keeper, on behalf of Rosalie Elias, rolled 41 using 1d100 with rolls of 41.  History 71%. (Just to give you some advanced information on the book, already included in the paragraphs)
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[Did we find the estate on an Ordnance Survey map? That is, do we have some idea of the layout of the place?]

After a somewhat frustrating morning at the library chasing dead ends at last they settled on something that looked like it might be a lead. With the clock ticking toward their agreed meeting time Tommy scribbled down the last of his notes, thanked the clerk and joined 'Bo and Leo in a taxi back to the hideout.

It was as short drive, punctuated only by the stop stat traffic of the dense city. Spooked by the loss of Bishop the night before the trio had the driver drop them off a short way down the street from their destination and took care to watch for unexpected interest before ducking back down the stairs to join the others.

Quickly they relayed what that had found.
"Yeah, so Gavigan does have a place outside of town. Essex, near the sea. These English love a good cold beach right? Couldn't find any other addresses.

The question is, what next? Gavigan must know we are on to the place...that is, if Vincent's surprise in the Penhew Foundation hasn't gotten to him first. If we go over to Essex, we need to decide now if we want backup. It's too far from London for anyone to come save us if we get caught up in a mess.

Or maybe this whole thing is getting too dangerous and we hand it over to the Police...".

ooc - Did we confirm that the Essex property is Misr House? Or only that Gavigan owns a property there (but we didn't confirm its name)?
Also, best roll I've made for a while!
09:51, Today: Thomas Cotton rolled 3 using 1d100 with rolls of 3.  Tommy spot hidden vs 70.

OOC:

Yes, you've confirmed that it's the Misr House. (You went searching for the Misr House and found this property associated with that listing so...)

To Walter's query, you have some dated maps outlining the lay of the land, though not detailed plans of any buildings.

The building sits upon an estate to which Gavigan has title. The estate itself is situated in the middle of the marshes at the edge of the North Sea, about seven miles southwest of Harwich. Driving there would take about two hours. The area can be reached by train in just over an hour.
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With the book open in his lap, Moretti found himself struggling to focus on the challenging text, his mind preoccupied with Leo's stern words. Silently, he wondered if the physician would be angered when he learned of the agreement that Moretti had made; what he had pledged to ensure that Bishop's remains made it home to his family in America.

After several false starts, Moretti was able give his complete attention to Ye Booke of Comunicacions with ye Angel Dzyon. Scanning through the pages, he was disappointed to find nothing that explicitly pointed to Gavigan, the Brotherhood, or their activities. Halfway though skimming the volume's contents, he recognized that weeks of study would likely be needed to fully comprehend the text's esoteric concepts.

When he reached the end, he closed the book with a sigh, relating what he had learned to Rosalie when she was able to take a break from her own reading.
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Rosalie looked up from her reading as the others joined them and checked her watch, surprised that they'd been gone for a few hours.  Rubbing one temple, she closed the manuscript she'd been reading and pushed it away from her.  "Welcome back.  I am glad that your search was a bit more fruitful than my own.  I've spent the past three hours reading about a magician that made a pact with a furry shadow demon."  She sighed and rose from the cot. "So, you discovered the location of Gavigan's property?  Do we think this might be where they're meeting?  Did you find any reference to Misr House?"

"A magician and a furry demon?". Cotton wrinkled his nose suspiciously. "More legends and nonsense? I thought Gavigan was in to Egyptians.". He shrugged, not really understanding.
"But yeah - the place I mentioned near Harwich - we think that's Misr House. Probably a couple of hours from here.
It's outside the city like Zubaida said and fits with the what we found in the Penhew Foundation. Question is, why are they meeting? And how do we play if if they know we are coming?".

Moretti cleared his throat. Putting his book aside, he stood, feeling a fresh throb of soreness as he did so. Ignoring it, he lit a cigarette. "Zubaida said that these gatherings occurred once a month. That the lorry would pick up a group of people from the Blue Pyramid and take them outside of the city. The location of Gavigan's estate fits that last criteria. So, I think it's safe to assume that this is some kind of....worship gathering. A time for the Brotherhood to pay homage to their god....the Black Pharoah. In this instance, given what we discovered at the Penhew Foundation, their purpose, at least in part, may be to perform some manner of ritual intended to harm several members of the Elias family. Probably by utilizing the mirror."

He inhaled smoke, exhaling slowly. "But remember, what seems to have prompted Jackson's interest in all this were the murders, murders he associated with the Brotherhood through what he'd read in Life as a God. The methods of sacrifice described in that book and what has been done to each of the victims here coincide precisely. I think it's a fair bet that this estate of Gavigan's, the Misr House, is where these killings are carried out."

He pauses, looking at the floor. "Part of my instinct would be to go there. To kick in the door and try to kill Gavigan and anyone else tied to the Brotherhood. But after what happened to Stanley..."

"If the Misr House is where the Brotherhood performs its sacrifices, then there is bound to be evidence there that ties them to the murders. I think we should consider tipping off Barrington and Scotland Yard to the location, making certain that they understand that there's reason to believe another murder will take place this evening. If we choose to do it, we should throw in a few details that reference the exact methods of the sacrifices, enough to get Barrington and his men galvanized. Remember, they lost an inspector to Gavigan and his monsters."

He took another long inhale. "The only uncertainty is the mirror. We wouldn't be able to lay hands on it, though I'd guess there's a fair chance in could end up in evidence. But if the police act quickly enough, they should disrupt whatever use Gavigan might be trying to put it to."

"It's already after noon and the claendar indicated the sacrifice is today or tonight, which fits in with what the dancer told us. That doesn't give us much time to convince Barrington, who is pretty hostile to us and told us to keep our noses out of it.

"The Misr House estate is too big for the few of us and three shotguns to have a chance in hell. Even if Gavigan hasn't brought in a mob of his cult members, a place like that probably has enough sevants to see us off. With Gavigan's magic, we'd be going in like Custer at the Little Big Horn, and likely not coming out.

"Leo, do you think we can give Barrington enough reason to mount a major police raid and is there time enough to do it?"
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Moretti exhaled another stream of smoke. "Bo, to be fair, I wouldn't characterize Barrington as hostile. He was just stern with regard to any suggestion of one of us taking the law into our own hands. He's by the book. Not one of those that'll look the other way when someone's doing something blatantly illegal. You know the kind. You've dealt with your share."

He turned his attention to Leo. "Barrington told Stanley and I that he was on the verge of taking Jackson's ideas seriously. Or any halfway reasonable lead for that matter. He's clearly under a lot of pressure to reach a resolution on the case. I'm not saying he might not need some convincing. But I think if he had even a couple of facts that tied Gavigan and the cult to the murders, he'd feel compelled to follow up on them."

He sighed. "If you're worried about not being able to convince him in time, sir, you and the others could always go ahead and find a way out of the country now. Get passage away from here in the next couple of hours. I could stay and approach Barrington, give him enough to get him out to the estate, even if it gets me into some legal trouble." He shook his head. "I can't leave London anyway. Regardless of what happens."

Tommy frowned.
"I thought we went over this Vincent - we are stronger together. No one is getting left behind in London. Why cant you leave?".
He paused to let his freind clarify before picking up on the main conversation.
"Sounds like we are agreeing. If we want to pursue Misr House, we need Barrington involved. So what do we have that he can't ignore?".

Moretti took another slow draw on his cigarette. "We did agree to that, paisan. And as long as the rest of you are here in London, I'm going to remain with you, whatever course you choose. But when the rest of you decide it's time to leave England, I have to remain here."

"Up until now, everything I've asked for from Derby Sabini, the guns, medical help, this safe house...he was willing to provide all of that for my use out of respect to Joe Masseria, who's an important trade partner to him. But Stanley...asking Sabini to ensure that his remains were cremated, without any public record, and then smuggled out of the country to the States...it's a significant request. As far as Sabini knows, Stanley was killed as part of a criminal enterprise, which means that by him becoming involved, he's risking being found as an accessory to something he has no part of. For him, it's a gamble. In the end, he was willing to help me, but not without something in return."

He shrugged. "Sabini doesn't need money. He needs help protecting his assets. Racetracks and smuggling. And there's a lot of rival gangs trying to horn in on his territory. The Birmingham Boys. The White Family. He needs soldatos, gunmen to deal with his enemies. So, I gave him a trade. A year's service in exchange for seeing Stanley safely home. It was fair. But now that I've made a pledge, given my word, it's not negotiable. I'm bound to my promise."

He crushed out his cigarette. "So, done is done. No point in concerning ourselves with it now. With regard to Barrington, I wonder if giving him some of Gavigan's correspondence, along with the robes and other accoutrements we found in the spice shop would be sufficient to convince him of the cult's existence?"

"Ah paisan.". Tommy shook his head regretfully. "Then I understand. There is nothing we can do.".
He sighed in acceptance.
"You know, Bishop would be mad at you for making such a deal. But he...and we...are real lucky to have a freind like you. His family will appreciate this, its just a shame there was no other way.". The young reporter looked to Moretti earnestly. "Just you make sure to look me up for a beer when you get back to New York savvy? I'll look forward to telling you all about how we cleared up this Carlyle mess and lived happily ever after.".

For a few moments Tommy was silent as he let the weight of Vincent's announcement sink in. Standing up he stretched and looked sidewards at his companion. "You still got Al-Sayad's robe in the trunk? Avery could you help me dig it out?".
Busying himself while the others responded to Vincent the reporter studied the robe.

Is the robe marked in any particular way? How easy would it be to make a copy? Am thinking of disguises all round ;)

"Very good, sir," he said. Checking Vincent for his agreement, Avery produced the robe. It was a black silk robe, embroidered with an inverted ankh.

"Vincent!"  Rosalie sounded shocked.  She stared at the gangster incredulously.  "I can't believe you'd make such a deal, even considering the circumstances.  We could have made other arrangements.  You shouldn't have to use yourself as a bargaining tool." 

Shaking her head, she turned away, looking toward the window.  "We have a limited time to do whatever is that we need to get done to prepare for this assault.  Weapons, men, transportation.  If we're going there to destroy that mirror, to end the secret reign of these demonic cultists, then we should make haste.  Thomas, what do you intend to do with those robes?"

Leo considered the options that had been suggested, but those with the most experience in these matters seemed to think the only safe route was to try to bring the police in. He nodded at that suggestion, though his ability to respond was cut short by Vincent's revelation. The physician's mouth hung agape for a few moments before his lips compressed into a thin line. "Vincent, you - thanks for taking care of everything we've needed here. It's been a lifesaver. But - I'm not sure you fully grasp what it is we're up against. Or maybe you do. We will try to correspond if we can after we leave. If you stop hearing from us, you'll need to find someone to pass your knowledge of these cults. If there's anything you need to write down to remember things, best do it now."

Leo sighed heavily and looked down at the floor for a moment before processing and responding to the rest of the comments. He looked around at those gathered, and nodded his agreement with the general sentiment. "Okay, we need to get Barrington involved. Let's get him what we can that we won't miss, along with the information about the meeting. Perhaps he has someone that can use that robe to get close to the meeting or something. At any rate, I trust your judgement that we're not up to the task of going to the Misr house."

Leo spent a few more moments considering. "So is the consensus that we tip off the cops then keep watch? Or do we split and leave Vincent here to make certain the mirror is destroyed, while the rest of us ship out?"

"I didn't say we shouldn't go to Misr House. Only that we need help.".
Tommy folded the robe and hung it over the foot of the cot he was beside while he clarified. Glancing to Roaslie he answered her question with a shrug.
"I didn't have any exact plans for the robe...I was just wondering how easily we could copy it maybe to get us in to Misr House as a disguise. I've not really thought through if that is a good idea or not!".

"But Leo yeah, I think what you are saying makes sense. Tip off the cops, and watch what goes down. Be ready to help them out - hell the tip off could even tell them that there will be some friendlies on the ground.
Incase it all goes to hell though we should be ready to get out of London quickly, and out of England soon after that. If the police show and we find nothing, Barrington may come after us - he's got to pin Twefik's death on someone and our breakin at the Penhew Foundation might give him cause too. Maybe Millicent could help with that...

More importantly if we leave this to the police, how will we really find out what is going on? If we want to know what Jackson was on to and how this all links back to the Carlyles we might need to get in there while the police are a distraction. Once Barrington has evidence he might well lock up the whole thing for the crown.".

Moretti's usual poker face registered surprise at Leo and Rosalie's comments. Shaking his head slowly, he said, "The only value I've ever had in my life in Harlem was my skills. My...capacity for certain tasks. I knew Sabini would have use of them. And it needed to be done. Stanley was important to the Elias family."

He focused on Leo. "I know what these people are, sir. What they can do. I'm not afraid of them. I mean, I understand the harm they could do to me. But if their attention diverts to me, leaving the rest of you to escape, that's an outcome I can live with. If all goes well, I can send a telegram to Miss Ashcroft with what becomes of them. What actions the police take."

"Respectfully, I think you should all go. Get out of the country today. I will take the robes, the cult items, some of Gavigan's writings and Life as a God and lay everything in Barrington's lap. If he takes action, which I think he will, I can always get into the Misr House later, should the mirror remain at the estate. Everyone here knows I'm a capable thief. I'll locate it and destroy it."

"Your call Leo.
But if you decide to leave London and tip off Barrington I'd ask your permission to stay here myself a while longer with Vincent. I need to know what is in that place. I'm a reporter - it's my job to tail Barrington into Misr House and document what is found there.".
He shrugged.
"Besides, the Times won't be happy with me if I dont. And I could always follow you a few days later. Vincent would keep me safe.".

Bo sits shaking his head at what he's hearing.

"Tommy, you know Barrington won't let you publish anything you see at Misr House, if it would upset the English public. That is if he didn't clap you in the jug just for being there. You're making Leo's decision harder. If we go, we all go. Except Vince, of course, who's got himself tied into staying."

He raises his eyes to the ceiling and sighs: "Y'know, if we'd left Stan in his bed at the hotel, he'd have got home to his family anyway. Dammit."

He sits up straight, his voice raw with emotion.

"And what makes you so sure Barrington will even get into Misr House? He'll have to have a warrant from a judge to force his way in. He's not going to move without that. And if he goes there with a handful of unarmed coppers... Well, I expect Gavigan and his cultists will have ways of dealing with that.

"The new murders will happen by midnight tonight, right? If they didn't already happen in the wee hours this morning. Then there won't be any evidence for Barrington to find, even if he does get in there.

"And then Gavigan comes for the rest of us, unless we're out of his reach."

He turns to his uncle. "Leo, we have to go. Right now."

Leo listened to the commentary from everyone, nodding along at various points as he digested what they were all saying. His frown deepened throughout, but eventually he nodded at Bo's opinion.

"Let's do as Bo says. And no, Tommy, we're not splitting up any further. Vincent will do what he can and then contact us with the results. We will follow one of the other leads that we have. Though which one?" The physician looked around for suggestions.

Moretti nodded in agreement with Leo's decision. "Whatever I learn, I'll be certain to include in my letters to Miss Ashcroft, That way, you won't miss any part of the story that's important, paisan." He clapped the reporter on the shoulder. "But Leo and Bo are right. You need to get out of England. Go somewhere safe."

He lit a fresh cigarette, pausing to take in the faces of those gathered there. "I'm never going to leave this city," he understood with a terrible, cold certainty, "I'm never going to see any of these people ever again."

Looking to Leo, he added, "Sir, it might be best if I'm not part of the discussion of where you're going next. Should something go wrong, I can't tell what I don't know."

Pausing to gather his coat, he stepped outside into the winter afternoon.

Cotton nodded as Vincent excused himself. He watched the Italian go, brooding over Leo's decision. If he and Vincent could just...

"I'm not sure Leo. We are so close! We don't understand anything yet and maybe Misr House holds some kind of answer...".
He let his voice trail off. It would do no good arguing.

With a sigh Tommy returned to the subject at hand.
"We have leads in Egypt, Australia, Mombasa and Asia I think. Back in New York I was game for heading West to Asia after that survivor...I forget his name...but now we are in London perhaps we follow the Carlyle expedition.".
He looked to where Millicent sat quietly.
"After all, that path may interest our benefactor Mr Gray further.".

"To be clear, your benefactor as you say, isn't Mr. Grey, but Ms. Erica Carlyle," she clarified. "I don't know that she's as much a benefactor, as a co-sponsor, or a very interested party. Her brother may have been a lout, but he was family. So yes, finding out more of the Carlyle Expedition is obviously a preferred route for them."

She did look a bit perplexed at the suggestion that there was something else they might follow instead. "To be truthful, though, I thought the chase was one and the same. From what you all told Mr. Grey, the same people that were responsible for the death of Jackson Elias may have ties to the Carlyle Expedition. My thought was the hunt for one was the hunt for the other. What other motivations do you all have? I figure perhaps vengeance, with how Mr. Bishop was always so keen on securing more guns. Understandable. Can't say I'd do different me self. Or perhaps knowledge - wanting to uncover the mystery that he fell while seeking, for the sake of completion. But as far as I can tell, all roads follow that same group."

She leaned back and crossed her legs, turning to the reporter. "What about you, Tommy boy? Surely you're after a story for your paper? Isn't that the story - the Carlyle Expedition? Or this global cult?"

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OOC:

I've updated her earlier post slightly to allude to the substitution of her presence in the group with another, as opposed to outright withdrawal of a representative.
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In reply to Thomas Cotton (msg # 90):

"Close to what? Have we found anything here that connects to the Carlyle bunch? Seems to me we just got sucked into chasing after another bunch of mad killers.

"Maybe Stan's death got me spooked, but I don't want to end up in another mess like that Juju House, or worse. We could come out on the short end this time. And if you guys are right about that mirror, it gives Gavigan a way to find us and kill us without anyone even knowing.

"We're in a hell of a spot and running seems like the smart move."

Leo pressed his lips together as he considered. "Mmmmm....they're mad killers that we know have discovered some of the same mystical stuff that Jackson was researching. I guess we'll call it magic. The stuff we've read in the tomes that we borrowed from Miss Carlyle as well as what we've found in Gavigan's foundation seem to be linked to each other. There's a bigger picture here. But it's one we need to be alive to eventually puzzle out. Jackson did talk about the original members of the Carlyle expedition opening some sort of gate. That worries me immensely."

He briefly shifted his gaze around to the others. "There are currently several significant threats to our staying alive right now, here in London. There is every reason to believe that we are known to Gavigan and this cult. Not just a couple of us, but most if not all. All those that were at the docks may have been made, we know Gavigan had notes about some of us, and he met Rosalie and I in person. He and his followers also seem to have a mirror that can at least see his enemies, if not kill them outright. This is the most compelling reason for not running. If that thing can actually kill from a distance, it won't matter if we're on a boat or not. However, I don't think we are certain on that point. It seems it can cause harm, though, and perhaps kill so long as they have some of the Gabeshegal that is required for that particular ritual. The other major threat to our survivial is the mass of cultists that will no doubt be at the Misr house."

Leo paused a moment. "Based on what our more experienced members have said, a frontal assault of Misr house is out of the question. That way lies certain death. Sticking around London with faces that are known to the cultists will lead to an eventual confrontation, likely on their terms. Leaving means we have the ability to avoid certain death at the Misr House and being chased down somewhere in London. But it also leaves us open to attack from that God-damned mirror."

Leo frowned. "Splitting at least gives us multiple chances at continuing what we're doing. And maybe if there's any unfinished business here, we come back after things cool down a bit. There is still some mystery about Penhew himself, but I'm unsure how much more we need to learn about him. I think that instead we need to find him."
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"I'm not running," Rosalie said after a moment of considering Leo's choices.  "As I've said before, we wouldn't get very far.  As ridiculous as it may sound to some, I think that this mirror is dangerous in their hands.  I have more than enough historical evidence that it is bad news and bad luck for those that oppose the holder.  Some may chalk it up to superstitious nonsense, but in all my years of anthropological study, I've learned that all stories have some factual basis.  I think this mirror and this cult is a very real threat.  A frontal assault on the Brotherhood might be suicide, but so is sending one or two people off with the hopes that they can handle it themselves.  Vincent is very good at sneaking about, but what happens when he's caught?  Overwhelmed by sheer numbers?  Cornered and outgunned?  He'll die, that's what, and the Brotherhood will still exist and they'll still be in possession of the mirror."

She frowned.  "We know for a fact that Gavigan and his group are directly responsible for Jackson's death.  I can't let that go.  I won't allow them to hurt anyone else.  They're going to have human sacrifices, for God's sake.  What about them?  I can't so easily forget the poor souls trapped in that basement in New York.  If we hadn't taken the chance and stepped in, they would have died."

"I don't want to go rushing in with no plan, and I certainly don't wish to die, but I'm willing to, if it means avenging Jackson's death and ensuring that no one else will die by their hand.  We have Stanley... stuffed in the boot of the car." Her voice broke, but she managed to compose herself. "You think he died of natural causes?  You think that someone suffocated him and he just let them, without putting up a fight?  You heard the gunshot.  At close range, he would have killed whoever was attacking him.  So what does that leave?  Something unnatural.  Call it magic, or voodoo, or whatever name you like.  If it happened to Stanley, the most capable and strongest of us, how do we have any hope of escaping?"

"Half the problem is that we have no idea what the place looks like, let alone what kind of numbers we'd be facing. And we don't have the firepower we had in the Ju-Ju House. But not much to be done about it, I guess.

"Let's see what we can get Barrington to do with this information we give him. Leo, you and Rosalie are probably best to approach him, while Tommy and Vince and I keep going through this stuff from Penhew Foundation. Time is getting short. How long will it take to get to this place, anyway?"
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Tommy nodded, heartened by Rosalie's passionate words and hearing 'Bo start to see the plan.

"With Barrington's help we can stop whatever Gavigan is planning tonight. We can do the right thing, and maybe even make some sense of whatever Jackson was on to with his investigations. But right now it dosnt get any bigger or more serious than bunch of messed up freaks doing Egyptian hoo-do in central London. If we walk away, who the hell is going to stop them?".

Bo's next move made sense.
"I agree with Walter. Whatever happens next, we've got to warn the police.
Leo, while you do that, I say Vincent, Bo and I take the car and drive over there, do a few laps, get the lay of the land. Avery, maybe you could dig us out some place we could meet over in Norfolk? There must be a pub with rooms.".

Leo nodded. "Sounds like a good plan. Rosie and I will do what we can to get the police to help out. I do have other connections in London that I can call on if it comes to it, but those are not necessarily reliable. But if we're going to do this, I should make those calls."

The physician looked over at Rosalie. "What do you think we should bring with us to show Barrington?"

"Bo, we should probably let Vincent know that things have changed.".
Knowing Avery would let them know if he was able to arrange a staging post for the group closer to where-ever Misr House was located, the reporter ducked outside to join Moretti.

"So, remember what you said about staying here alone? Well, we figured that's a dumb idea.". A strange fuel of adrenaline and anxious fear slipped in to Tommy's veins and he grinned to the Italian as he told him about what he'd missed inside.
"Leo and Rosalie are going to talk to Barrington. You me and 'Bo - well I figure the more we can find out about Misr House the better. What do you think? It's time I called back Mahoney too.".

Moretti frowned, remaining silent for a moment as he exhaled, the smoke from his cigarette mingling with the steam of his breath. "Honestly, I wish you were all leaving. Going somewhere safe. But if that is what Leo and Rosalie have decided, tale è la volontà della famiglia." He dropped the smoldering remains of his cigarette to the street, crushing it with his heel. "I am a soldato," he muttered, "I will do as I'm told."

He looked at Cotton. "You and Bo are right. If we plan to go out to the Misr House ourselves, we need to collect as much information about it as we can. Do you think your friend Mahoney can help us with that?"

"The closest towns to the location you've provided are Colchester and Harwich. I can certainly attempt to find some suitable accomodations there if desired," he said.

"Thanks Avery. We'll get our plan straight but I think it's likely we'll want a staging post in one of those towns. Your call which.".

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Outside with Vincent (and Bo?) Tommy felt subdued by Vincent's response. He'd felt like they were heroes about to take the fight to the enemy. But the older, more experienced Italian had been anything but enthused. This wasn't an adventure-what they faced could be deadly. Still, it was the task at hand.
"Come on paisan. Talk like that and I'm likely to shit myself and run from this place forever! We are doing the right thing. Together. We are going to crack this.". He looked at his comrade hopeful for encouragement.
"I made the call to Mahoney earlier and promised to call back right about now. I don't know what he'll have for us...if anything...but he's an ally. You think I should tell him what's going on? If we do he'll be all over it-Barrington will figure we leaked it to the press and that wont do us any favours. So I reckon we keep him ticking along for now, right?

Apart from Mickey, I say we three take the car East now. It'll take us some time to get there and none of us want to be blind. A couple of hours checking out the locals and getting our bearings could help a lot. Leo and Rosalie could follow-I asked Avery to look at a staging post for us...

Ooc-ughhh, sorry, a bit rushed-flight about to take off so posting and will tidy later!
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In reply to Lawrence Avery (msg # 100):

"Try to get a couple rooms near the train station, if possible, Avery. That gives us options for transportation back to London."

Bo nods at Tommy.

"Definitely keep Mahoney in the dark. If this goes sideways, we don't need him tying us to it."

"As much evidence as we can manage, I'd say.  Everything that links Gavigan to Jackson's death.  Some of the more disturbing things that we found in his office would also do nicely.  If he isn't convinced by that, then we'll have to go it alone."  Thinking a moment, she shook her head.  "I can't imagine we have much more than that to take, unless we can scoop up Thomas' sweetheart and make her confess what she knows.  That doesn't seem likely, though.  Vincent was looking for her last night with little luck."

She frowned.  "I do hope that she hasn't been taken by the Brotherhood."

It was difficult not to be taken in by Cotton's eagerness to unravel the remaining mystery. Putting his gloves in the pockets of his coat, Moretti smiled and nodded. "We'll see this business through to the end, paisan. No question. But don't sell yourself short on bravery. I remember just how well you held yourself together back in Harlem. You'll do just fine."

Looking up at the afternoon sky, he said. "Taking the car and getting our eyes on the place is probably the best way to go. If the Brotherhood sticks to its habits, the big gathering shouldn't happen until around midnight. I'm sure the estate isn't empty. I'd bet Gavigan's there, at least. But if there's only a few people present, we might have a good chance at casing the place fairly well."

"We shouldn't drag our feet. The sooner we're there, the better."

"Before we speak to the police, there's a man I would like to introduce you to. I mentioned earlier that the Carlyle's were recalling me, but would still like to maintain their presence in the group with an addition or two," she said.

"I of course, have not yet provided him with this particular address, given the level of secrecy we're maintaining. But I can arrange to have him meet us at Scotland Yard. He's a solicitor by the name of Harry Price, and should be able to help keep you in good standing in terms of legal authorities. He served in the Great War as well, and comes from a good family. I've been informed that he's standing by for my telephone call, so whenever we're ready to leave I'll dial him from the nearby telephone booth."

"Ok. I'll put the call in the Mahoney-you figure with Avery where we should meet the others later and pull the car round, right?".

If there were no objections Tommy would head to the phone booth and their friend from the Scoop.
"Mickey! It's Tommy. What have you got for me bud?".

OOC: So Tommy, Bo, and Vincent are outside an the rest of us are inside, right?

Leo raised an eyebrow at Millicent and then nodded at the suggested meeting place. "Scotland Yard sounds like a good a place as any. It will be nice to have a man of his talents with us as we bring this evidence to the police. How much have you filled him in on what we've discovered thus far?"

"I've been regularly sending discreet reports to Mr. Grey, who has then in turn briefed Mr. Price. I imagine he has the general sense of things, if not some of the finer details of any activity which might have fallen into a...gray area. In those cases, I was careful to avoid any mention of specifics," she said.

"Best to avoid putting some things in writing. But I would advise in person full disclosure to him, as any such disclosures made directly to him are protected."
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Tommy heard a familiar voice on the other end.

"Then I think that we should meet with him directly."  She frowned at Millicent.  "I will miss you terribly, you know.  Though still out numbered, it was nice to have another woman along for the ride.  No one else understands the difficulty of wearing a corset, except Bo, perhaps, but that's a very long story."

She rose to gather her coat, hat, and purse.  "Uncle, shall we call a cab?"

Tommy listened to what his contact had to say.

The newsman's lilting accent continued on through the receiver.

Leo nodded at his niece's suggestion. "Yes, I think we should head outside to call for a cab. Millicent can contact Mister Price and let him know to meet us at Scotland Yard. We will need to bring some of the evidence with us, but should leave the rest of our belongings with Bo and Vincent."
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Cotton offered his thanks to the man on the end of the line before hanging up.


With the call over Tommy paused to check his notes, brow furrowed before he popped the small book back into a pocket and made his way back inside to the rest of the group.

"Right, that's Mahoney done. 'Bo, Vincent, you ready to head East? We should drive to Harwich by the sea. I'll tell you why thats important in a moment. Hopefully find a pub with rooms in the centre - Avery did you manage to dig one out for us? Leo, Rosalie, I'm figuring you will meet us there in a few hours.

Misr House is on an Island in some place named 'The Naze'...whatever that is I don't know. But its between a swamp and the sea and Gavigan owns the whole thing. One road up to it, not much else around.".
He shot a glance to Leo and Rosalie.
"The previous owners were Jim Barton and Samantha Riley. Mahoney didn't have anything on them, but maybe the names will mean something to Barrington. Wouldn't be surprised if they'd vanished in the last few years...or maybe they are just Gavigan's lackies.".

Tommy shrugged as he continued.
"Mickey didn't have much else. He knows we are digging in to something, but he dosn't know the details. The building itself is two stories, each about five hundred square. But we aint gonna find out more unless we head over there.

Lets go.".

He digs his boots out of his bag and his most expendable trousers plus a sweater. Swamps are no places for overcoats and shoes. He tucks Stanley's .38 into his hip pocket and drops his compass into the front.

"Bon voyage, Milly, it was nice to meet you. I'll buy you a drink when we get back to New York."
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