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PostSubject: The Hunt   The Hunt Icon_minitimeMon Jul 09, 2007 3:45 am

The storm had picked up marvelously. Even a gunshot would go unheard in this tempest. It couldn't be any better for the members of the Confederacy if they had caused it.

The British spy who had been watching the Albatross earlier had taken the bait and was now trailing the drunken Hamish. Wilhelm was slightly worried. Just how much of the sway in Hamish's gait was actual and how much was feigned and how much was real could spell the success or failure of this night's venture. He should be mostly sober...

The plan called for Hamish to lure the spy into an alley followed by a pincer attack with Wilhelm closing off the exit to the street. Jon and the others should be waiting nearby to catch the spy if something goes wrong.

Hamish, and then the spy, turn into the dark alley. Wilhelm turns the corner, and...
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PostSubject: Re: The Hunt   The Hunt Icon_minitimeMon Jul 09, 2007 5:19 pm

Hamish is mumbling to himself as he walks down the street, pulling his coat up high to cover his neck and ears from the rain. He was hunched over slightly and swaying a bit. With all the new people coming in to the Albatross he celebrated a bit more than he intended. Jon, he and Wilhelm had been discussing the theory of the English spy for a week or so and they hadn't expected so many new captains to be seeking them out. The spy was a big part of the reason they were so cautious that night. They had found him out shortly after Dermid had sailed out. So now he found himself about to hatch a plan to capture the spy and he was fairly drunk. Still, a drunk highlander could take on an English coward any day of the week so he wasn't concerned.

Hamish came to the alley they had indicated. Silently he wondered if Jon had filled in any of the newcomers, those that hadn't gone on to ships or beds. As they had not told them ahead of time, they might have drank too much to be useful. He'd find out soon enough he supposed. He turned into the alley, already reaching into his waistband for his pistol. When he was halfway into the nearly pitch black alley he turned and raised his pistol. Well that is what he saw happening in his mind anyway. What actually happened is that he took one step more into the alley and attempted to make the turn. The combination of his drink addled condition and an unfortunate pothole in the alley caused him to lose his balance and fall towards the wall on his right. The wall was the only thing that saved him from being covered in mud. However he had planned to fire his pistol to surprise the spy as he came to the alley and give Wilhelm and the others an advantage. This part he did at least, but not how he had planned. His pistol discharged in a spout of fire and smoke, filling the alley, and the ball hit the corner of the alley wall as Wilhelm came around the corner.

Curses could be heard deeper in the alley where Hamish was trying to extract himself from a pile of crab boxes that he had fallen into.

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PostSubject: Re: The Hunt   The Hunt Icon_minitimeMon Jul 09, 2007 6:33 pm

Wilhelm dived for cover as the ball hit the corner just as he turned into the alley. Looking around the corner carefully, Wilhelm saw the shape of the spy through the smoke and rain, running past the fallen Hamish. Trying to take aim with his pistol in the tempest, Wilhelm lined took aim and pulled the trigger. A flash of light was followed by the sound of a low, muffled scream. It would seem that Wilhelm had failed to strike a fatal wound, but at least he had struck a wound.

Leaving the spy to the waiting Jon for the moment, Wilhelm ran over to the cursing highlander.
"You alright Hamish?"
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PostSubject: Re: The Hunt   The Hunt Icon_minitimeMon Jul 09, 2007 6:56 pm

Murphy O'Callaghan was always a fan of the night, especially on a boat. When the clouds ran away with the sun, and the moon is left to its devices, a man can look straight up and see the millions of twinkling diamonds. Tonight though was not a night for idle staring into the sky - a storm was brewing. Tonight was a night to settle into a new port and find shelter from the storm.

Having left Ireland in anticipation of a job with the Highland Confederacy, Murphy used his last favor with the Dutch to stowe away on a boat to reach his destination of a small tavern called The Albatross.

Murphy strolled off the boat with nothing but a glint in his eye. He breathed in the new town. This was a start of a beautiful relationship. Just as he started dancing toward the inn he was knocked off balance by a man running past, "Oy! Who do you think you are? Come back here so I can shove my boot up yer..." Murphy said before he was interupted with the sight of blood on his jacket. Was he was bleeding? He felt on his jacket where the man had bumped into him. Looking for a wound on himself he found none. The man who ran into him must have been wounded. Murphy looked to see what the man could have been running from. He swiveled around and he spyed the silhoutte of what seemed to be two men in a small alley by a building he could only assume was The Albatross...

For his first couple minutes in town, Murphy couldnt complain that this place wasn't exciting...
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PostSubject: Re: The Hunt   The Hunt Icon_minitimeMon Jul 09, 2007 7:06 pm

Jon a block away heard the gunshots and began running towards the noise. With all the things that could have happened in the five minutes since he's left the tavern Jon's adrenaline began to pump and sober him up. From afar he saw a man run across the avenue headed towards another alley, no one in chase.

"You t'ere! What's t'e ruckus all 'bout" No reply came from the man. "You bloody deaf man? I jus' asked you a question!" This time the man looked and began sprinting faster.

The chase had begun.
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PostSubject: Re: The Hunt   The Hunt Icon_minitimeMon Jul 09, 2007 10:21 pm

"Bah! O'course ah'm a'right! Get off o' me and after tha' bloke!" Hamish pushed off of Wilhelm and turned to pursue the running spy.

When he got back to the street, he noticed Jon running from further down towards him and another man in the middle of the road apparently checking himself over. Jon had not quite made it to him yet so he stopped at the other man in the middle of the road.

"Oi, ye seen someone pass by ye? Jus' a moment ago? 'E may o' been wounded!" Hamish yelled above the rain and wind. He didn't notice the blood on the mans coat as yet...

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PostSubject: Re: The Hunt   The Hunt Icon_minitimeMon Jul 09, 2007 10:38 pm

Murphy didn't know what to do - chase after the wounded man or get out of the hammering rain. Before he could think more he saw one of the men from the alley hop up and run towards him. "Oi, ye seen someone pass by ye? Jus' a moment ago? 'E may o' been wounded!" the man yelled above the rain and wind.

"You mean the very rude bloke who bled over my finest jacket? I've seen him alright. Was about to give him a piece of my mind before he ran off! I'm guessing I..." Murphy started to say before he heard the a horribly loud thick accent a couple blocks away in the direction the wounded man was headed.

"You bloody deaf man? I jus' asked you a question!"

Murphy and his new acquaintance, who he could only assume was Scottish by his dialect, started running toward the yelling. "The names Murphy J O'Callaghan. I'm sure we will exchange pleasantries after this is over and done with. For now we will pursue your mystery man."
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PostSubject: Re: The Hunt   The Hunt Icon_minitimeMon Jul 09, 2007 10:56 pm

Hamish listened to the newcomer who identified himself as O'callaghan, and Irishman's name if he ever heard one. Having now been joined by Jon and Wilhelm, Hamish turned to follow O'callaghan.

"Wull, ye lead us tae where 'e ran then. 'E's an English spy an' ef 'e gets away, thur'll be 'ell ta pay, mark me! Bewt ah'm bettin' tha French'll pay well tae make 'is acquain'ance ef ye follow. O'course tha's after wer done wit' 'im!"

Hamish waited for the Irishman to lead the way.

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PostSubject: Re: The Hunt   The Hunt Icon_minitimeMon Jul 09, 2007 11:12 pm

Murphy exchanged quick glances with the two men who joined the small posse. The rain hammered down harder and as the men ran down the alleyway flashes of lightning illuminated their path, as well as the path of the enemy. "By the grace of god," Murphy whispered to himself, quickly quoting more scripture, "Along unfamiliar paths I will guide them; I will turn the darkness into light before them."

Every few seconds lightning would strike and they would be able to make out the wounded spy. A hundred yards ahead of the men the spy was lost in the maze that were the canals. He felt lightheaded from blood loss and if he didnt get undiscovered quick, he would be consumed by unconsciousness. The posse of men gained and gained upon him. He ran as fast at two human legs could take him, he rounded a corner to the right, slipping on the damp cobble and planting himself into a patch of mud before him. He pried himself up with his good arm only to be face to face with a dead end...
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PostSubject: Re: The Hunt   The Hunt Icon_minitimeMon Jul 09, 2007 11:13 pm

Even before he slid down the gangplank, Émile noted one very apparent change in the weather. The wind, which was relatively calm for Caribbean storms not even an hour before, had picked up considerably. Had he not left his hat in his cabin, he would have quickly lost it. With the rain being driven nearly horizontal, he knew more than a coat would be soaked from this escapade.

Putting all of that from his mind, he slowly made his way across the dock. The pursued and his pursuers were still quite a ways from him, and he hoped to time it so that he would he would cross paths before the former reached him. And he would have, had the wretch not dodged down a side street and out of sight.

After muttering some unheard curse, he produced a pistol in his right hand, and then made off at a full sprit to try to catch the man.

((Edit: Cross posted...))
((Edit 2: There we go, now it fits Very Happy))

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PostSubject: Re: The Hunt   The Hunt Icon_minitimeTue Jul 10, 2007 12:32 am

It had to of been an eternity of running after the unknown man but Jon kept sprinting glancing back only to see his comrades not too far behind. This man had done wrong and wasn't going to get too far.

"I'll shoot if *breathe* ye don't stop yer runnin' boy!"

But the man just continued in his wild sprint. Jon angry that he was 're-awakening' from the spirits he had spent so much time earlier drinking pulled his pistol from his waste.

"I bloody told ye t' stop mate!"

Finger on trigger, aiming at the targets torso, remembering what he had learned hunting in the hills of Ireland and then it happened. A flash in the distance, not lightning but different, unique. The rain falling so hard that it felt as if someone was pounding on him. Then another flash, this one seemed closer though. It felt as if someone had grabbed Jon by the shoulder and wouldn't let go. Then he realized what had happened. (Some bastard shot me!- he thought to himself) This had become serious, Jon had to down this man before he himself was killed. Another flash... the impact forced Jon to double over skewing his aim and discharging his pistol, striking the man in his ankle. The man tumbled over onto the walkway, Jon sliding to a stop on the ground not too far from him. Unconscious.

**OOC: Im actually trying to see if a member of St. Georges wants to be the distant shoot so dont kill him lol! **
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PostSubject: Re: The Hunt   The Hunt Icon_minitimeTue Jul 10, 2007 4:15 am

Arrive at port. Met a few gentlemen of the establishment that the King sent him to watch over. Observe weather that would make anyone outside look like a lunatic. This was the productive day for Jacques Brodeur, the young captain of the French Navy. As the thought provokes as he tries to sleep, flashes of light followed to faint gunfire echoes caught the officer's attention.

"Sacrebleu! I 'ope none of zose 'ighlanders are involved in zat!" Jacques felt helpless. In his cabin with not but a lamp lit, he buttoned his vest and grabbed a shiny, newly equipt pistol from a drawer, stapled to his cabin wall. The cabin door swings open and immediately swings back shut. The storm is still strong and the wind is preventing his exit. On a 2nd try, he used his body to open the door and forces his way out into the torrential precipitation. Nothing is visible. From his recollection of the structure of his ship, he runs to the port side and finds that he had found his ship's exit. A big splash.

Brodeur, showing a clumbsy side, surfaces from the uneased bay and heads toward the deck foundation. Not exactly the exit he wanted. Crawling to his feet from the island's shore, his pursuit and investigation begins. Running past the Albatross and into the town, he still finds nothing. Trying to signal any type of life, he fires his pistol up and a suprising click sounds with a meager ejection of water.

"Bleh! Wet Powder?" He begins running through an alley. "Hello!? Stop! Anybody!?" Only the Lord Almighty knows where he is in the town.
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PostSubject: Re: The Hunt   The Hunt Icon_minitimeTue Jul 10, 2007 10:44 am

The other Irishman in the group sprinted to the front of the pack, narrowing the gap between Murphy's posse and the sprinting spy. The Irishman withdrew his pistol and starting screaming at the wounded Englishman,

"I bloody told ye t' stop mate!"

In a break of the lightning you could make out two muzzle flashes from somewhere in the alleyway. Murphy, as was his habit, dove down onto the ground at the sound of gunfire. A third shot peirced the night, hunching his Irish associate up ahead. The Irishman shot by reflex, catching our spy in the ankle. Murphy's comrade closed his eyes and fell to the ground. The series of events happened so fast. Murphy bolted up and knelt down as fast as he could next to his unconscious countryman.

The whole of the mans attire was wet thanks to the rain but Murphy could make out the blood on his shoulder and he also believed he had been knicked in the torso. Murphy quickly applied pressure to the man's wounds, watching as the rest of his posse analyze the situation. The presence of an enemy, someone willing to shoot for the kill, really threw a wrench in the group's plans. From far back in the opposite direction of the allyway Murphy made out another French accent, it appeared to be an overzealous naval officer by his attire. One of Murphy's associates in the group yelled, "GET DOWN MONSIEUR!" The loud approaching Frenchy heard just in time as he dove into the mud in front of him, as a shot ricocheted off the wall, right in the spot where his head would have been.

Murphy looked back down at the wounded Irish bloke, "...May God hold you in the palm of His hand," Murphy whispered as he finished his blessing.
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PostSubject: Re: The Hunt   The Hunt Icon_minitimeTue Jul 10, 2007 12:23 pm

OCC. Its getting quite crowdy here so I think ill just watch this through, unless you need more roles.
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PostSubject: Re: The Hunt   The Hunt Icon_minitimeWed Jul 11, 2007 12:42 pm

The rain continued to pour , but , he could still see the men milling about the now downed assailent.

Tis, a shame that the man had been shot in the ankle.. He was a good man and had done his job almost...The man thought.

Turning to the other shadowy figure...
" I will take of this loose end. "

With a pull of a trigger, a finger of lightning and a crack of thunder was sent forth from the room...As the men in the street closed on the wounded man. They could hear what seemed like thunder close by..Then there quarry gave out a moan and slumped over , a river a blood from his head began to dissipate with the falling rainds.

" I do believe it is time for us to go good sir " he said to associate..

" This rain, might give you the cover you need to get to the drop and see if our dead ....friend ..was able to drop anything for us"

At that they both left the room, moving down the stairs and out into the rain....


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PostSubject: Re: The Hunt   The Hunt Icon_minitimeWed Jul 11, 2007 12:52 pm

Hamish's mind was clearing rapidly. Events were seeming out of control at this point. They had been just seconds from catching the spy, when he ran into a dead end. He was wounded multiple times now, but then things went from bad to worse. Shots rang out from somewhere further down the street. Jon was down and the others were effectively penned, not knowing how many men were at the other end of the street. Hamish kept low just behind a rain barrel near the wall. He peaked up over the barrel, but the rain and darkness kept him from making out any important details. He noticed the Irish newcomer kneeling near Jon, saying something, but Hamish could not make out the words.

"Es 'e dead?" Hamish yells over the noisy storm. The Irishman shakes his head no. "Anyone see tha' blewdy dog?" He asked meaning the spy. "Ef ye can get clewse to 'im thun use 'is carcass fer cover. Ah'm doubtin' they'll shoot one o' thur own. Can anyone see 'em? They can nae be tha' far down, a ball does nae travel ac'rate fer long."

Hamish cursed under his breath. This simply wasn't turning out as planned or expected. Jon could be dieing and if the spy got away to report, there was no telling what damage would be done. The Confederacy would have to find a new home and fast. That much was certain. Of course the new shooters would know of their presence now too, whoever they were, but only the spy had all the details so far as Hamish knew. He cursed again. Had he ruined his luck by killing a porpoise or albatross and he wasn't aware of it?

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PostSubject: Re: The Hunt   The Hunt Icon_minitimeWed Jul 11, 2007 1:19 pm

Meanwhile...

The other shadowy figure turned to Morcar...

"You certainly have a knack for cleaning up these messes, sir. I for one don't have the stomach for it. But alas, it needed to be done....he knew far too much to be left alive."

MacDougall proceeded to search the spy's corpse for any report of the activity of the confederacy....and found nothing.

"Blast...the bloody report wasn't on him. You're right Morcar, let's check the drop...quickly now, before our new, *chuckles* friends, notice our location"

The two left the bulding through a back exit under the cover of the rain and descretely walked three blocks away to an alley behind a local blacksmith's shop. In front of the two men was a stack of barrels, one of them was the drop.

"Look for the one marked with a small dragon on the side," MacDougall barked.

About three minutes later Morcar motioned to Macdougall, and sure enough the barrel was found. MacDougall opened the barrel and retrieved a small leather bound journal.

MacDougall and Morcar opened to the most recent entry. The two proceeded to exchange glances....
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PostSubject: Re: The Hunt   The Hunt Icon_minitimeWed Jul 11, 2007 1:47 pm

" 'Ello!? Monsieurs!? I cannot see a t'ing!" Brodeur cries out. He has lost track of time and questions if the recent activity was still present. Some officer... Suddenly other sounds of gunfire are heard, but no visible sign or direction.

"Zis is futile.." He resumes his search of any involved and pass by commoners hugging the entrance of their home who question the activity as well. There were no hints or help from them, but their own questions.

Suddenly as he passes through another alleyway, an yelling Irish accent reaches his ears. "Get Down Monsieur!" Without a moment's thought, Jacques drops to the ground, directly into a deep puddle of mud. A shot hits the wall above him. He recollects his senses and kneels up cautiously. "Merci Beaucoup! I owe you!"

Brodeur begins running with his back bent down as if to avoid any other potential upper body shots. Finally, he spots a useful being citing a blessing for a wounded accomplice. "Is zer anyting I can do?" Jacques whispers, with one knee on the muddy ground.

(OOC: not fully sure Murphy was saying "Get Down Monsieur" to Emile or me, Neutral)
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PostSubject: Re: The Hunt   The Hunt Icon_minitimeWed Jul 11, 2007 4:00 pm

Wilhelm quickly tries to take in the situation. The spy has been killed, leaving no room for questioning, and Jon is wounded, how badly, no one knows.

"Two of you. Try to patch Jon up and get him somewhere safe. Everyone else, come with me. Its not safe to be running around out here when we know nothing of the enemy."

With this, Wilhelm sets off purposefully a wicked grin on his face.


Meanwhile...

The two British are disturbed from their reading by the sound of metal striking the ground nearby, followed by the ominous hissing of a fuse, sheltered from the worst of the wind and rain in the alley.

Amongst the barrels is a sealed one, significantly smaller than the rest... a powder keg.

As an explosion rocks the alley, a small shape runs quickly away.
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PostSubject: Re: The Hunt   The Hunt Icon_minitimeWed Jul 11, 2007 4:05 pm

Things happened quickly around Hamish. In his ale addled mind, which had cleared some, but apparently not enough, he wasn't keeping up with everything around him. He cursed his stupidity and turned to Jon as Wilhelm took charge of the others. Murphy took Jon onto his back while Jacques helped out. Hamish figured he'd better go back with them. He was too much a liability in his current state and he could feel a pounding on his ankle where he had fallen earlier. Adrenaline had hidden the pain until that point. He limped back behind the other two and looked back periodically. As they walked into the Albatross, he slumped into a chair as Willem went to look after Jon.

"Thus night es nae turnin' out fer tha bet'er. 'E'll need tha surgeon tae remove tha shot mos' likely."

Hamish leaned forward on the table resting his head and grimace as his ankle pained him even more.

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PostSubject: Re: The Hunt   The Hunt Icon_minitimeWed Jul 11, 2007 4:36 pm

Captain King was commissioned by the St. George's Squadron to scout out the Highlander Confederacy's port. As he strolled down the dock, he heard a the clump of a man's boots approaching him from the darkness. Nervously reacting, he jumped off the dock and into the cold loch water. He slowly but suredly swam to shore. As he clammered up the sand covered shore, he heard two quick gun shots and someone yelling. Paranoia got the best of him, as he thought his cover may have been blown, he ran for cover. While he ran he heard someone else, the foot falls of someone unsure of their destination, running more nervously than he. He decided to turn and follow. While he was pursuing this person he ran into another man; he immediately recognized him to be Robert MacDougall.

"Stay right there highlander," shouted Robert. "Robert, its me, King. You and everyone else in the squadron sent me here to scout out the area." "Oh, well then, what are you doing?" replied MacDougall.
" I heard someone else running so I decided to follow him, do you want to come with me?"
"Sure, why not?" said Robert.

When we arrived, we saw in the gloom a man threatening another man. I whisperd to Robert, "That man is a highlander." I took out my double barrelled pistol and fired the left barrel. It missed, I pulled the other trigger, the bullet pieced his shoulder. The man was still going. Determined to kill him, I then pulled out Robert MacDougall's pistol and shot him again .

I dropped my pistol and calmly walked off thinking that this was the first life I took by not facing my opponent.


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PostSubject: Re: The Hunt   The Hunt Icon_minitimeWed Jul 11, 2007 4:57 pm

The two englishmen had found the marked keg and retrived its contents . When the junior of the two heard the pop of the fuse...

" Get down sir! " He said loudly as the keg exploded raining down splinters of wood in the area..

As the explosion ended, the two stood up..checking themselves over they found other then a few superfical cuts the two were fine. Looking around they both could see that the drop keg was destroyed..and with it all evidence that the agent had made a drop. As people began to come investigate in the rain, the two men looked at each other ...and then melted into the growing crowd..Joining themin the crowd was yet another Englishmen..

" Gentleman, let us meet at the Black Lion tonight." Morcar said to the others as they weeded there way through the crowd.

The other two men nodded in agreement and began to move in different directions.
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PostSubject: Re: The Hunt   The Hunt Icon_minitimeWed Jul 11, 2007 5:21 pm

Alleyway triage was not Murphy's forte, the Irishman in front of him was losing blood fast, and events around the two were unfolding faster. The French officer Murphy had yelled at before showed up at his side.

"Is zer anyting I can do?" the frenchman whispers.

Murphy replies quickly, "There are multiple things I could think you could help with but for now-" as an explosion rocks the streets blocks a way. "I think it would be a safe bet if we got our wounded friend out of this warzone and back to the local tavern, The Albatross more specifically.If you could be so kind to lead the way Frenchy."

The man Murphy had started this whole adventure with, the Scot, had limped up behind them, and nodded for Murphy and Jacques to head off as he followed. As Murphy heaved the large Irishman on his back with a couple grunts and a little trouble, the Frenchman leads and speaks quickly. "Ze name is Jacques Brodeur, French Navy, Hamish iz ze man limping behind us, and ze man you hold is Captain Jon Rollsbach. It is nice to make your acquaintance Monsieur...?"

"The name is O'Callaghan...Murphy O'Callaghan...It's a pleasure," Murphy says, with a little sarcasm on the end, as he grunts and groans with the immense weight of the man on his back.

A collosal crowd had gathered in the streets as people were no doubt woken by the multiple gun shots and subsequent explosion. Jacques, Murphy hoisting Jon and Hamish not far behind- weaved through the crowd before they were able to force there way though the street and into The Albatross.

Jacques threw the door open - "Willem, your help is needed 'ere quickly!" the Frenchman yelled. A large barkeep came rushing down the stairs. Murphy laid Jon on the table and let the barkeeper, Willem, go to work on the wounded. "Jacques, what happened to Jon here, and whose this?" Willem said as he gestured to Murphy who ambled toward the window. O'Callaghan stared out at the crowd that had formed in the streets. Hamish entered sluggishly and slumped down into a chair. "What's going on Hamish?!" The barkeeper exclaimed as he tended to Jon's bloody wounds. Before Hamish could answer, Murphy interrupted-

"If I had to guess, it seems the bad guys are winning..." he sighed as he put his head against the window.


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PostSubject: Re: The Hunt   The Hunt Icon_minitimeWed Jul 11, 2007 5:27 pm

Wilhelm grimaced to himself as he watched the men slip into the crowd, and out of his field of vision. The rain had dampened the explosives more than expected and the Englishmen were unharmed. Still, Elisa had done her job, and with any luck, the switch had gone unnoticed. The spy was dead, his information manipulated, and as long as Jon recovered from his wounds, this night could be called a success. Turning to the men with him he said,

"Let's head back and see how Jon's doing. I think there will be no more action this night."
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((Apologies to all. I completely missed Morcar's post, because I was writing mine at the same time. I post ten mins after his, but hadn't seen his yet. So I got lost. Since yall worked past it I'll let it go I guess, but will decide after I figure out what all I missed. Hahah..apparently I did it again with Wilhelm's post five minutes after his. I never looked above my last post, so never noticed Wilhelm has just posted 5 mins before me (cause I thought mine was last in the list). Think I'm going to write outside of the forum and cut and past so I can do a refresh. Incidentally I'll have gone back with Murphy and Jacques, since that is what I said I was doing.))

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