Nolan and the Ghouls pt 1
Nolan and the Ghouls
Nolan tucked the book into his gear bag and headed out, leaving Mills flat out asleep on a cushion, wrapped in a handkerchief. Jenkins was nowhere to be seen, until Nolan opened the door, noting the Yale lock on it would re-lock it when he left; then there was a flash of green by his feet. Jenkins pointed towards the car in a no-nonsense fashion and ran that way, a streak of green glow in the swirling fog that had come off the river during the night. Something was moving in the fog, too - loud footsteps would start, then stop, and then there was a deep sniffing noise, as of some creature trying to track them by scent. Nolan ran for the car, stumbling over a couple of bushes that Jenkins easily ran under, and then they were at the car. The Model T started on the first crank and they were off. The street lamps did little to dispel the gloom, where shapes lurked, half-seen. Jenkins pointed out the roadway to him and they chugged towards the Arkham Gazette, where a loading dock had a truck being loaded, and two kids on bicycles were already there, rolling papers to lay into their bike baskets for delivery, a couple of lamps on the dock lighting their tasks. The mouse pointed to the lad on the left, who had a new bike, the paint gleaming blue even in the weak light. "Where's Timmy, you little street Arabs ?" the man loading the truck demanded, as the boys caught another package of papers he slung at them. They seemed to be in a routine, probably one that happened every morning, in the dark, when decent folk should be abed and papers had to be made ready for them to read with their morning coffee. The sun would not rise for another hour or so, and the fog was still heavy. In the darkness, their voices carried.
"He's got a toothache, Mr. Harmon, we're doing his route today," the boy with the blue bike said, in a cheerful voice.
"He's paying us, so hey, good for me !" the other boy said, with a laugh. "Omar, you doing the Row ?"
"I'll do the Row; I'll do Church Street too. You doing the Hill, Mike ?"
"You got it, and I'll head up to the factory with the leftovers. You got downtown ?"
"Sounds like a plan," Omar agreed, the two performing some complicated handshake. At first look, Omar didn't look anything out of the ordinary, just a kid about nine years old, but his footing was a little shaky, as if the boots he was wearing fit poorly. He wore a man's cap over his his brown curls and a man's wool coat that came down to his knees. The other kid, Mike, was slightly better dressed, in patched breeches with a patched jacket, but his bike was worn and rusty. Omar's bike was shiny and new.
"All right, then, see you tomorrow, kids," Mr. Harmon said, swinging the doors shut on the truck. "Gotta big story, but it's that jackass, so he'll send it in late and we'll be doing inserts."
"Okay, Mr. Harmon. See ya, Omar !" Mike began to pedal off Northward along the road, standing up to force his old bike up the incline. Harmon hopped into the cab of the truck and roared off Eastward, past Nolan's Model T. Omar set the last paper into his basket and looked around, quickly clocking the Model T, and slowly started his bike towards it. Nolan looked carefully at the kid; big brown eyes, curly reddish brown mop of hair, and a grin that showed largish, crooked, but not scary teeth. His hands on the handlebars were grubby from dirt and ink, but very normal. "Hey, Mister DC plate, wanna buy a paper ? Morning edition, two cents." Omar said, then looked at Jenkins, who was waving. "Hello, Mr. Jenkins ! How are you ? Uncle Luke said you'd be here. Did you want the photos I took ? I gotta lotta papers to deliver this morning, but I can get them later."
(GM: +1% Mythos from reading Macey's book)
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