In reply to Count Sigismund Bathony (msg # 342):

The streetwise detective frowned, sizing up the situation.

"Lor' luv a duck! I'm afraid me wri' as a Detective Sergeant in da Met CID stops where London ends! So, I'm ter be left in da open instead ov yew fine gentlemen, yeah? I'm beginnin' ter see maybe why two ov me blokes ain't comin' 'ome tonight!"

"I am sorry, poor show on my part I will stand at your side. Mr Falcon if you would cover the rear of the vehicle once or if it stops ?"

JM watches the interchange silently.  "I think you misjudge us Sergeant if you think we would abandon or use you or your men.  You have been invaluable in helping to put an end to this scourge.  I personally will be deeply in your debt."  As he speaks he moves into a position to cover the approaching car.

In reply to John-Marc Falcon (msg # 345):

Darlington grinned.

"Lor' luv a duck! Of caaahrse yew wouldn't, Guv. Oi would'na fink any such fing, yeah?"

Nevertheless, he stood in the road and held his revolver down by one side. In his other hand he held his torch to illuminate the oncoming lorry. It was a small affair, much like the Ford flatbed or delivery van.

The lorry drew near, then stopped. It looked a lot like one of the lorries they procured for this night.

Setting the engine to idle, Karlheinz popped his head out the driver's window, lit up by the beam of Darlington's torch.

"I am seeing the Very pistol flare that is signalling the estate is secure, ya? Und haff decided to bring der lorry here in case zerr are wounded. Is everyone all right?"

In reply to Karlheinz Bergmann (msg # 347):

Molly's mood lightened up somewhat when Karlheinz showed up with the lorry.  Even this intrepid reporter had had enough of their current location for a bit.  She shivered at the thought of all that went on in the recent past and decided it was best not to think.  She could do that.

Mungo decided she had stayed in the back long enough and came out to play a bit more.  In preference to Molly's more fragile mood, Mungo would tone it down for a bit but her eyes did gleam at the sight of the lorry.  "Well isn't that a grand sight to see.  A rescue in fine fashion and I do think it's time we removed ourselves from this place."

JM gave out a laugh of relief and walked to the lorry.  "Karlheinz, you are a sight for sore eyes.  Well done!  We've suffered casualties but we've cleaned the buggers out.  We were chasing one of the last ones down the road but lost him.  Have you seen anyone?"

The Count was about to ask the same question as Mr Falcon instead he returned to the middle of the road out side of the gate and continued to look for any sign of the wounded man or his helper.

The man shook his head.

"Nien. I am seeing no one on zee road or in zee fields.

"Come, let us go now to the mansion, and transport those that are there back to where we are meeting, ya?"

JM nodded in agreement with KH.  "I think we've lost the bugger Count.  We can have Sergeant Darlington put the word out for him.  Meanwhile let's take Karl Heinz up on his offer and load up the crew.  We can take more away with us in the truck and then burn the rest."

"I will just take a look in the field to the left.

He proceeds to walk to the dead end of the road and shines his torch slowly across the field.
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In reply to Count Sigismund Bathony (msg # 353):

On the road and to both sides, the Scotland Yard detective cast about in frustration.

"Blimey! There's naow tracks around 'ere. It's loike 'e bloody vanished, yeah?"

In reply to Count Sigismund Bathony (msg # 353):

There was no sign of anyone in the field. It was deserted and empty, reduced to a low stubble as it was now a fallow period.
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JM climbed up in the cab next to KH.  "Come on gentlemen, that lot has gotten away by now."

In reply to John-Marc Falcon (msg # 356):

"Indeed it would seem so."

The Count entered the cab or if there was not enough room the rear of the truck. The price had been to high he was ill at ease.

In reply to Count Sigismund Bathony (msg # 357):

Darlington climbed in the back, and they were away.

Soon, they crossed the bridge and pulled up by the main house.

Karlheinz exclaimed in disbelief at the sight of two immense corpses lying by the burning wreckage of their other lorry. Fortunately, the Major's cruelly savaged body was covered by a dingy bedsheet taken from upstairs.

In reply to The Keeper (msg # 358):

He stared in disbelief through the windscreen at the carnage before the battered mansion.

"Mein Gott! This ist madness! Vot ist der large beasts vot are lying there? Elephants with wings? Hoses? Gott in Himmell!

JM nods.  "I would say they are twisted dragons of some sort.  I would hate to run across them in the sky.  The only way to fight them would be to keep your distance and make long range, high speed passes."  He looks about.  "We should really burn the bodies but it would take a lot of petrol."

"Count, Miss Mungo, Miss Holloway do we have any objects that we want to bring out.  We should load them on the truck and get out of here."

The Count climbed down from the cab and found Mr Perkins. After a quiet word he retrieves his bags and makes his way to the truck.

"Yes Mr falcon I believe we are ready to leave."

Cynthia, having already finished her second sweep of the basement, is waiting upstairs. "No, I didn't find much else downstairs. We could check the remains of the upstairs, but I think I'm in need of a long sleep and a stiff drink."

JM calls out for Molly.  "Miss Mungo?  Are you ready to go?"  He turns back.  "We'll rendezvous with the boats at the rally point and head off to London."

OOC: Where to next?

In reply to John-Marc Falcon (msg # 363):

Darlington looked around at the carnage and destruction, dubiously.

"Lor' luv a duck! So we take da bodies ov aaahr friends, yeah? What abaaaht deese uvver blokes? The burnin' truck? Destroyed mansion? Large beasts? Someone's gon'a wonder what 'appened 'ere! Detective Inspector Barrington can stifle some curiosi'y over da mysterious dearfs an' suspicious 'appenings, but dis is da kind ov fin' what drives da papers barmy! Know what I mean?"

Molly takes a deep breath and boldly walks up to John-Marc.  "Of course I'm ready to leave John-Marc.  What a silly question.  I was...I was waiting for you."

She winks at him and waits for the men to make up their minds that it is ok to depart this cesspool of death and gore.  She does take a picture of the big beasties that were downed so that she could have proof that it wasn't "just" her imagination.

"The monsters, do their corpses burn? That truck isn't moving, but the gas tank is still full."

In reply to Albert Darlington (msg # 364):

Having loaded the book bag onto the truck the Count spoke to Inspector;

"I have the name of an undertaker that can take Mr Perkins brothers body and our other friends and colleague once they are back in London.

As for the monsters and the house I think the removal of their bodies will take the sting out of any newspaper report. If we can removed some wood and the like from the house we could make a substantial pyre to burn them away."
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