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PostSubject: Re: The Hunt   The Hunt - Page 2 Icon_minitimeWed Jul 11, 2007 9:13 pm

As Émile crossed his ship’s gangplank for the third time that night, he couldn’t help but think he should have ignored the figures he had seen through the gallery windows. His night would have been far less ‘eventful’. He would have been quite surprised the following morning, but at least he would have been well rested. Despite the harsh wind, the cold rain, and the very real possibility that one of his new acquaintances could lose his life, he smiled. How wonderful life would be if he were only that irresponsible.

Upon setting foot on the rain slicked deck, he carefully maneuvered around various hampers towards his destination: the ship’s bell. He knew the sound would be lost in the storm, but it would carry through the timbers to where his crew slept below. With measured force, he sounded it three times—the number he had chosen to signal all men on deck. His smile broadened at the thought of his men’s reaction. They would surely think him mad.

A moment or two later, Émile descended the steps into the crew’s quarters.

“Le Capitain on deck!” one of the senior seamen shouted. Almost instantly, every man (regardless of how far along in the act of dressing himself he was) stopped and offered Émile a salute.

“Lieutenant! Please select four of the best shooters and arm yourselves. You and the ‘specialists’ will be joining me at The Albatross…”

The ‘specialists’ Émile referred to were the five extra members of his crew he had mentioned in passing earlier in the day, and they were the only five of their kind. French Army regulars assigned to protect the captain of a schooner, or more appropriately, the captain of a schooner that happened to be the heir to a very influential man.

Though the weather caused some slight delay, it was not long after that the eleven men reached the impromptu headquarters of the Confederacy.

“Forgive my absence,” Émile said as he passed through the door, into the pub, “I was off gathering a little insurance…”
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PostSubject: Re: The Hunt   The Hunt - Page 2 Icon_minitimeWed Jul 11, 2007 9:16 pm

"If I had to guess, it seems the bad guys are winning..." says Murphy. A confused look is pasted onto Jacques' face.

"Bad guys? Who are zes bad guys you speak ov? Britis'?" It would be the only logical assumption. Either pirates, although rare in this port, or British privateers looking to stir things up. "Bleh! Ze first night of aquaintin' wit zes 'ighland Confederates and deux monsieurs are injured.. one is shot! Sacrebleu.. Sacrebleu.."

Willem continues to work his magic on wounded Jon. Brodeur scruntizes Hamish's condition, who appears to be favoring his ankle.
"Are you ok, Monsieur MacBane?"

Suddenly the door swings open. Emile presents himself. Hopefully answers come with him. “Forgive my absence, I was off gathering a little insurance…” "Monsieur Emile! Jon 'as been shot 'n 'amish seems ta 'ave fallen! Zere seems to be "bad guys" on za loose and za word is, dey are Brits!"
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PostSubject: Re: The Hunt   The Hunt - Page 2 Icon_minitimeThu Jul 12, 2007 9:57 am

At the black Lion a small noisy publican house near the warehousing district.

Morcar waited in at one of the corner tables..leaving him an unitnterupted iew of both the fron entrance and the rear. As he waited a wench brough him a mug of the local brew. His mind began to go over the events leading up to tonights mess. The agent being found out..the chase and ultimatley his untimely death. The damage had been done, yes, but the operation was still intact. Did the Confederacy really think that an uncoded message from the spy would be taken at value..?

Morcar let his mind slip from today's and go blank as he waited in the pub waiting for his fellow Englishmen.
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PostSubject: Re: The Hunt   The Hunt - Page 2 Icon_minitimeThu Jul 12, 2007 11:35 am

Hamish looked up from the table at Jaqcues questioning. He was about to answer when Emile entered with his men. When Jacques was done talking Hamish broke in.

"Wull, ah do nae think thur es any doubt tha' tha ones what shot at us are English. We're chasin' thur spy afterall. I do nae know who tha new players are, bewt one thin' is fer certain. Someone knows we're 'ere tha' we do nae want to know. We need tae fin' out who. Wilhelm is out thur lookin' bewt 'e may wull need ower 'elp. As tae me wound, tha' nothin' impor'ant. Jus' a bit o' a limp es all."

Hamish looks around all the men gathered and to Jon with concern. He doesn't want to interrupt Willem in his work though. Then his eyes fall on the newcomer, the Irishman that calls himself Murphy O'Callaghan.

"Sew, ye 'ave been a 'elp, make no mistake," Hamish began, addressing Murphy, "Bewt, ah'm wonderin' what yer story es. Why'd ye throw in wit' us on tha rowd, eh? Ah do nae believe any o' us know ye. O'course time ain't workin' fer us currently, bewt ye un'erstan' we can nae be too careful at thus point..."

Hamish grimaced as his ankle twinged, but he seemed more alert now.

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PostSubject: Re: The Hunt   The Hunt - Page 2 Icon_minitimeThu Jul 12, 2007 12:04 pm

"Sew, ye 'ave been a 'elp, make no mistake," Hamish began, addressing Murphy, "Bewt, ah'm wonderin' what yer story es. Why'd ye throw in wit' us on tha rowd, eh? Ah do nae believe any o' us know ye. O'course time ain't workin' fer us currently, bewt ye un'erstan' we can nae be too careful at thus point..."

Murphy turned around carefully, sitting himself up against the window sill. "Well a man who wets my shirt with his blood without apologizing or even batting an eye is an enemy of mine," he replies while taking off his jacket. As he does so he pulls out a piece of parchment. "And I presume he was an enemy of yours? And if I am correct in that assumption than that makes us allies by some logical property?" Murphy reveals the other side of the parchment, The Seal of the Highland Confederacy...
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Murphy continues, "The barkeep identified you as Hamish, I can only assume you are the Hamish MacBane from my correspondence with the Confederacy. If so, than you are the man who sent me this." The light from the dimming candles in the room twinkle off the seal. " I come offering my services," Murphy says with a curt bow and a tip of the hat.
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PostSubject: Re: The Hunt   The Hunt - Page 2 Icon_minitimeThu Jul 12, 2007 12:25 pm

Meanwhile at the Black Lion...

Robert made his way to the establishment, peered around the room, headed to the bar, and got a nice glass of scotch. He further scoped out the room and noticed Morcar at a corner table, and proceeded to make his way over.

"Where are the others?" MacDougall asked.

Morcar shrugged in response.

MacDougall pulled up a chair and sat down. "Bah, I sure hope they will make it here in due time. This is proving to be a most interesting evening. Not only has our 'associate' been found out, but his 'favorite stop' has been found out and comprimised as well, almost as if they knew we would be looking there!"

MacDougall looked quickly around the room again, then reached into his coat and pulled out a partially burnt and partially torn piece of paper.

"This was ripped out of the journal as we hit the deck. Do take a look....you might find it worth something"

MacDougall folded the piece of paper in two, slid it across the table to Morcar, then took a sip of his scotch.
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PostSubject: Re: The Hunt   The Hunt - Page 2 Icon_minitimeThu Jul 12, 2007 3:15 pm

Taking the burnt piece of fold paper Morcar palmed it and then signaled for the bar wench to ring over the very same bottle of Scapa that MacDougall was drinking. As the wench left Morcar unfolded the piece of paper and looked at it.

" It is intresting if it is true my friend. The way tonight has gone I would say everything is a half truth." Morcar said.

"Even if this is only a half truth, the problem is much larger then was originally thought. " Lowering his voice " We need to get this information compromised or not back to the Highers.."

Macdougall nodded in agreement, understanding what was being said before it was even done.
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PostSubject: Re: The Hunt   The Hunt - Page 2 Icon_minitimeThu Jul 12, 2007 5:27 pm

As Wilhelm walked in the direction of the Albatross, he couldn't help but wonder, "What in the world did Elisa put in that book anyway? She's not even been formally introduced to the Confederacy yet, much less have any sensitive information. Ah well, I'm sure she wrote some interesting lies to say the least."

Meanwhile, at the scene of the explosion:

A young boy in drab clothing is being questioned by the investigating gendarmes.

"Yes sirs, I saw someone strange pokin' around there not too long ago. My Pa's the blacksmith ya see. T'was two men, near as I could see." The boy proceeds to describe Morcar and MacDougall with a fair degree of accuracy.

The gendarme frowns to himself. In a French town, two British men matching the boys description were few. The gendarme had a good idea where to look...

As the boy got back in his bed, he took one more look at the coins the strange lady had given him.
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PostSubject: Re: The Hunt   The Hunt - Page 2 Icon_minitimeThu Jul 12, 2007 5:52 pm

MacDougall concurred with Morcar that the highers must be notified of their discovery. The two left the Black Lion five minutes apart, as to not attract attention to themselves and swiftly made their way near the shoreline.

Once there, the dugout they came to the island on was still there. Morcar climbed aboard while MacDougall untied the boat from a post it was attached to.

MacDougall climbed aboard the dugout, and the two set course for place known as Port of St. George
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PostSubject: Re: The Hunt   The Hunt - Page 2 Icon_minitimeThu Jul 12, 2007 9:46 pm

After making sure things would be alright with Jon, Murphy had resolved to find out what happened with the missing part of their original group, Captain Wilhelm von Somborn. "E's strong as en ox tha man is. Nae wey en 'ell tha filty Brit's would be able to cross 'im," Hamish said confidently.

"I'm sure he is all that and more, but tonight is a night of exceptions. In your state I would hesitate to say that you will be staying here and caring for your ankle. I will be going out to find out what happened to our brave german cohort," Murphy replied to Hamish as he turned toward the French in the room. "If one of my newfound French companions would like to escort me to the site of the explosions, I would be very gracious."

"Oui Monsieur O'Callaghan, I vill lead ze way," Captain Brodeur said as he opened the door for the Irishman. Murphy tipped his hat to Jacques as he headed out.

"Murphy, by tha end o tha nigh', a'll be needin' to speak to ya' about yer place in the Confed'ration," Hamish yelled. Murphy poked his head back through the door, "Aye sir," he said as him and the Frenchman walked out.

The two men, Jacques and Murphy, ambled their way to the large, yet dwindling, crowd. In the middle of it was a gendarme trying to settle the crowd. Jacques was able to coerce his fellow frenchman to give them details on what had happened. He recounted the small boys description of the two men.

"Do ze's men sound at all familiar to 'ou Monsieur?" Captain Brodeur asked Murphy. The boys description of at least one of the men was extremely vivid. Murphy retraced his acquaintances within the Royal Navy and tried to match their features with the description of a man. He repeated the description in his head. 'A Tall man with a thin nose and high brow. Vague... A rough face that looked as if it had taken its share of beatings? Better. And the last piece. The boy had heard the two men faintly talking before they entered the apartment that exploded. He identified that the one man hinted a very subtle Scottish accent. The boy had done well, but is it enough to identify one of the men?'

Murphy racked his memory... One man kept popping back into his head. 'Faint scottish accent... Faint scottish accent,' Murphy repeated. At Murphy's last battle as man of the Royal Navy, Cape Passaro, one of his close friends fell deathly ill before the battle. His friend was to be the 1st Lieutenant of an SOL, a fact he was very proud of, the night before they drank to the very ship - "To His Majesty's Ship, The Rochester." The man got ill the next morning. A replacement was needed quickly. He recounts the captain of the SOL choosing a bright young seaman known for his unconventional strategies. Murphy met the man before the fleet left for Sicily. They spoke curtly, Murphy told him that the man he was replacing was a great sailor, the young seaman rebuked him, telling him he would not let His Majesty or his crew down. That man fit the description. A very faint Scottish accent. Very faint.

"Come Jacques," Murphy said as he lead the man outside the noise of the crowd, into the entrance of an alley. "I remember an officer, his name was Robert MacDougall, a visionary for how young he was. He fits the description. As for his accomplice or even the spy... Who knows. The last I heard, MacDougall was involved with an organization I know little about, St. Georges Squadron of something or other." Murphy motioned to Monsieur Brodeur to follow him as he started pacing back in the direction of the Albatross. Murphy continued, "All of them loonies for the King. But from what I've heard, they are no group to be scoffed at. If this night is there doing, your superiors within the Highland Confederacy, notably Hamish, should know. This whole operation is in more danger than you or I may think."

Murphy faintly heard a response from Brodeur, "Sacrebleu..."

(OOC - Sorry for the use of other peoples characters quickly, and I apologize especially for the length. Hopefully it will pay off in the end.)


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PostSubject: Re: The Hunt   The Hunt - Page 2 Icon_minitimeThu Jul 12, 2007 10:49 pm

OOC: Major props to Mr. O'Callaghan for using some of the lore from my captain's blog!!!!!
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PostSubject: Re: The Hunt   The Hunt - Page 2 Icon_minitimeFri Jul 13, 2007 1:32 am

Jon slightly opens his eyes.

"Lor' almighty Hamish... *Jon grunts and turns his head at Hamish* ye brought me t' t'e bloody Albatross didn' ya."

Looking to the ground Jon can see Willems bloodied up surgeons 'tools' lying in a mess of a pale and lets out a sigh of discontent. Staying as straight as a plank Jon slides off the table making sure as to not twist or fold his torso. Pain is all Jon really feels, not anger for being shot or even glad to be alive, just pain.

"Aye, Willem larges' bottle of rum ye got in t'is place... an' Willem, if ye stick yer hands in me again mate I'll cut'em off personally." said with a slight grin on his face.

Turning back to Hamish, "Did I get t'e bastard we we're runnin' after at least?" Willem hands Jon the bottle "Aye, t'ank ye Willem... 'cause last t'ing I remember mate is lookin' back only t'e see the likes of ye, Wilhelm and t'at ot'er chap a good ways back..." Jon takes a full drink of the rum. "What a lesson I learned tonight, eh?" Jon said chuckling with an awkward look of pain on his face.

"Ohh boy, Willem, I'm usin' t'e room in t'e back, poke me in t'e mornin' make sure I'm not cold would ye mate?"

Jon and the bottle of rum make their way slowly back to the room and shut the door. But silence only last for a few seconds. For the back door flew open once more.

"Who in t'e hell shot me anyhow?! I tell ye what I'm gonna do, I'm gonna rope t'at bastard up and feed 'em t' t'e savages is what!" The anger and excitement only create more pain, Jon slowly turns back around as to not bring anymore pain to himself and makes his way back inside the room.
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PostSubject: Re: The Hunt   The Hunt - Page 2 Icon_minitimeFri Jul 13, 2007 2:57 am

The door to the Albatross slams open as Wilhelm storms into the room.

"Well, thats it! They got away. A young couple out for a tryst saw some men leaving in a small boat in the middle of the night. What would you care to wager that was them?!"

Wilhelm pauses for a moment when he sees Jon through the door.

"You're alive. Good."

"At the least, they didn't get what they came for. I think. The spy is dead, and we are not. With any luck they also got no information of note."

Saying this, Wilhelm takes his usual seat at the bar and waits.
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PostSubject: Re: The Hunt   The Hunt - Page 2 Icon_minitimeFri Jul 13, 2007 11:57 am

Two knocks happen upon the door of The Albatross. Willem rolls his eyes wondering what kind of surprise this will be. He pauses from pouring Wilhelm a drink at the bar. Willem thought to himself, there had been enough excitement this night to last him a week, maybe even two weeks. He wiped his brow with a clean smock. He turned the knob of the door, and just as he did he was forced backward as Jacques strolled in powerfully with Murphy not far in tow. "What are you scaring me like that for?" Willem questioned of Brodeur.

"Time ez of de esssance Willem, a plan of action must be zet forth zis instant!" Brodeur says quickly, on the edge of losing his calm.

Murphy gazes around the pecuilar glances Brodeur is receiving around the room. O'Callaghan is relieved to see an unharmed Wilhelm. "What do you speak of Jacques?" von Somborn says.

"What Monsieur Brodeur is trying to say is that we are in some kind of danger, what kind is up to the leadership of the Confederacy. Let me elaborate..." Murphy goes on to relay his information on the boys description of the enlgishmen, the epiphany of the identity of Robert MacDougall, and the British squadron that would be involved. Willem, Wilhelm, Emile with his squad, and Hamish all listened intently.

"Take my words for what they are worth," Murphy continued, "The choice of action is up to you Hamish." All eyes turned to the de facto leader of the Highland Confederacy.
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PostSubject: Re: The Hunt   The Hunt - Page 2 Icon_minitimeFri Jul 13, 2007 12:30 pm

Hamish moved his ankle gingerly and looked up from the beer he was nursing. The night had been way too interesting. English agents, Jon shot, a French port come alive with the hunt for more possible English spies. The local citizenry upset that English sailors could even get into the port so easily. Though Hamish wondered about this last. He didn't like the English either, but to his knowledge there had been no formal declaration of war from France. Still it seemed to have unnerved everyone.

First Jon woke and then Wilhelm entered. Jon had gone to the back room before Wilhelm or Hamish could fill him in any better. They'd tell him in the morning. Hamish didn't know why he was upset anyway. It wasn't like Willem had had to amputate anything. Hamish chuckled. Willem had already gone about cleaning up the tavern, laying down sawdust over the blood, etc.

Wilhelm and Hamish were talking quietly. The spies, agents, whatever they were had escaped. Wilhelm didn't believe that they had taken with them anything important, but the discussion of leaving had already come up. Someone in England apparently knew where they were, which in and of itself was not a huge issue. The French protected them in port. However the real issue was outside of the ports. Hamish was considered an outlaw in England now. He had not made his dissent quiet and too many in the English Navy were aware of his attempt to build the Confederacy. He figured though that this would go for anyone in the Confederacy now. Still. The Confederacy was a legitimate trading company in France so there was little sense in hiding. He would not sit in port and cower to the English. So the real issue was did it really matter than anyone in England knew about his haunts and resting places. Or the Confederacy's.

They talked for a time discussing these points. The general consensus among the two was that even with the French protection, a port was not safe. They needed a place to just get away from it all and not expect to be found by those they didn't want finding them. This would be especially important as Hamish began to work with the two Commodores to organize the Privateers to harrass shipping lanes. It wouldn't simply be the English that might come calling, but stronger pirate bands and perhaps the Spanish if they found the gold and silver trains too tempting to let go. It was one thing to know where a Confederate warehouse was, these could not be harmed without bringing about a state of war between nations. So it really came down to the Confederacy having a place that was called home that called very little attention to the group. The consensus was that a move might be beneficial.

As they discussed a knock came on a door. Willem answered it and he could be heard discussing with someone outside. Hamish recognized Jacques' voice.

"Wull cewm in outta tha rain. Do nae be daft an' get yerselves a touch o' pnuemonia."

As the two came in they filled everyone in on what they had found out. The St. George's Squadron had been the culprits it seemed. No proof of course, but it pointed to that being a possibility. Hamish knew only a little of the group. They were one of the prominant naval squadrons, but why they would be chosen for spying on the Confederacy? Had his little band of "rebels" as they were called cause that much of a stir? Perhaps he was getting just what he wanted. If the Admiralty considered the Confederacy a threat then they were no longer an obscure fledgling trading company. They were to be taken notice of. Hamish was happy about that.

"Wull, thus ain't a minor decision, bewt come an' sit dewn. Wilhelm tells me tha spies escaped. They were seen leavin'. We do nae 'ave tae make a decision right thus very second. Wilhelm'n ah 'ave been talkin' abewt mat'ers. We're thinkin' per'aps a move is in order, bewt we'll nae be makin' a quick decision. Et's nae like all ower eggs are in thus basket 'ere. Bewt we're nae likin' tha idea tha' tha whole wewrld is knowin' where tae fin' us. At least, nae tha place we go tae be left alewn, aye?"

Hamish considered for a bit. "Still ets interestin' tae think tha' tha English big wigs'r concerned abewt lit'le ole us." Hamish let out an uproarious laugh. "Per'aps they seen what's under me kilt, eh?" He laughed even harder banging his hand on the table. After that night a bit of brevity was called for.

"The gewd part es we all'r alive an' wull. Tha' police 'ave all in 'and ah'm thinkin' fer tha' night. What ah'm needing now es rest. Ah think ah'll be makin' use o' a back rewm as wull. Goodeve, gen'lemen."

Hamish stands, raises his mug of beer. "Tae tha Confedr'cy!" he downs the remaining beer in one big gulp. "Oh, an' Murphy. Ye 'elped us out a bit taday. I 'ad fergotten abewt me message tae ye. Tha mail bein' slow as et es. I made ye an offer tae cewm and meet wit' us, aye? Wull ye've done et. If yer o' a mind tae join, ah'll 'ave ye sign tha recruit articles in tha mornin'. Thun we'll go frum there, aye?"

He then turns slowly and limps back to the back...

((Thanks to SGS for jumping in. I look forward to this rivalry in game. Smile It's groups like this and the ability to have antagonists that makes great RP storylines!))

((As to Hamish, he had already been ready for rest and after a night like that, it only makes sense everyone might need rest. So he's not keen on rushing anything on a tired brain. Smile ))

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PostSubject: Re: The Hunt   The Hunt - Page 2 Icon_minitimeFri Jul 13, 2007 1:02 pm

(( This will make for a nice rivalry between not just guilds but amongst captains. We will be back for more I am sure ))
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As Hamish went to his room, Murphy turned to the men still left in the room, "Well that's that then m'boys. I would venture to say thank you very much for the exciting night, and that I will see you all very soon."
He left to the mutterings of french goodbyes and accented farewells.

As we walked down the boardwalk to an inn with vacancies, he couldn't help think to himself that his conclusion about MacDougall could have been hasty and tenuous. 'Tall, Scottish, and rough facial features? It could be any number of people that isn't Robert MacDougall... Nice logic Mr. O'Callaghan.' He sighed and threw the thought that St. George's Squadron could be involved from his mind. 'For another day, now for rest.'
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"And to zink zis night was over a few 'ours ago." Jacques mutters to himself. Hamish's toast made him realize that he had no drink to toast with. Tragic. The weather had calmed, but rain was still present. No wind, scattered lightning periods, and rain dropping straight down.

"Well, monsieurs.. I zink it is proof zat our days toget'er will be much action, oui?" His english needs work. He notices the need to work on it by others displaying confusing looks and gestures. It was a comical sight. Brodeur begins to head to the door looking down, following the trail of blood from Jon's wound. "Oui.. 'very muc' action." A smirk. "I bid you all adieu pour ajourdui!"

What he hopes to be the final event of the night, Jacques heads back to his comfy cabin on his aquired Corvette, the pride of his Caribbean experience. His lamps are still lit and his cabin door is still open, with a trail of water soaking his room's carpet.. Some officer of the French Navy..

(OOC: adieu = farewell | pour ajourdui = for today)
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After everyone had left for their beds, Wilhelm and Willem were alone at the bar of the Albatross.

"I don't know about you Wilhelm, but I'm going to bed."

"Goodnight Willem. If you don't mind, I'll stay a while longer. There's someone I'm waiting for."

"Suit yourself," Willem says as he heads into his room, leaving Wilhelm alone in common room. Wilhelm moves over to a table in the corner, sits down, and quickly nods off into a light slumber.


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Close to an hour later
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The door to the Albatross opens and a heavily clocked form enters. Wilhelm looks up as a flicker of caution courses over his face before relaxing once again.
"Ah, its you."
"I'm sorry I'm late, von Somborn."
"No need to worry about it. Even I must admit it was a rather demanding assignment. But such things can wait. Do you have it?"

"Yes sir," the figure says, and as it rummages around in its cloak, the hood falls back, revealing the woman's petite face and exceptional platinum blond hair.
"Here it is sir," the woman says as she passes the small book to Wilhelm.

"Well done, Elisa. We can start deciphering it tomorrow. In the meantime, get some rest. And see about starting some research into a group called The St. George's Squadron."

The woman pulls up her hood and begins to walk towards the door. "Yes, sir." Is all she says as she walks out of the Albatross.

Wilhelm lets out a deep sigh before standing up himself and exiting the Albatross.



((While not too important, if any of you Brits want to come up with the contents of the report for after its decoded, feel free. If not, its not too important.))
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((I think we're coming up with the contents of the report on the continuation of the scenario on our RP forum....although it has been quiet as of late...I have no doubt we will be back after revealing the contents))
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