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Post by Admin on Nov 28, 2019 17:16:22 GMT
Renault calls for an ambulance. While waiting he lights a cigarette and finishes his coffee.
"If you are planned a strenuous interrogation of this man it would be best to do so elsewhere. Once the medics see him there will be no keeping this a secret and all his compatriots in Kasaba will be out for our blood. I have my gendarmes to protect me, who do you have?"
Brennon has a broken hand but if wrapped up it should be good enough to use in a few days and the pain gone a few days after that.
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Post by Hammett on Nov 28, 2019 17:45:54 GMT
"Hmmmm... Good Point, Renault. Maybe we should have him looked after in more private circumstances."
Hammett pulls out his trump cards and shuffles out Gerard's card. He focuses on it and tries to make contact.
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Post by Admin on Nov 30, 2019 9:13:07 GMT
#s://i~ibb~co/P5jnV3V/gerard-fix~jpg The card goes cold and the form of Gerrard immediately takes shape. He is seated at a meal with a mug of some drink before him. A mug, Hammett notices, that used to be one of the finest in Wormwood's. "You've something for me?" he asks through a mouthful of eggs and sausage.
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Post by Hammett on Nov 30, 2019 17:40:12 GMT
Hammett eyes the mug but doesn't mention it. "Brennon caught the murderer. It was the train's ticket-taker. We have him here in custody, although he is a bit injured. The papers weren't on him, so he must have hid them somewhere on the train to Oran. Unfortunately Brennon wasn't able to search the train as he was attacked by demon-like creatures working for the ticket-taker and was barely able to escape in time by trumping me. If we want to keep the prisoner secret from possible allies here in Kasaba it is probably best we hand him off to you and your men for interrogation."
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Post by Brennon on Nov 30, 2019 18:29:45 GMT
[Letting that conversation happen..]
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Post by Admin on Dec 4, 2019 8:39:12 GMT
Gerrard gives Hammett a nod when the explanation is complete.
"Best bring him through to me. And haul Brennon along too."
He holds out his hand.
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Post by Hammett on Dec 4, 2019 19:14:44 GMT
Hammett nods, "Just a moment." He then motions to Brennon to grab the prisoner and come over, "We should get out of here." He then reaches into his pocket and pulls out the gift and tosses it to Renault, "A thank you for your help. Something special from far away from here. Sorry we have to go so suddenly. Come by Wormwood's tonight and we'll have a drink." He then waits for Brennon and the prisoner and then Trumps all of them through to Gerard.
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Post by Brennon on Dec 5, 2019 2:14:54 GMT
In the intervening time, Brennon has pulled out a worn, jewelled silver hip flask and unscrewed the lid with his teeth. Small, ephemeral flames dance where the throat of the flask is exposed to air, but by Brennon's lack of reaction as he takes a large swig, they are either illusory or cooler than imagined.
With Hammett's words, Brennon nods and fumbles the lid back on. Then he nods to the Inspector, picks up the conductor under the arms, slings him over a shoulder (assuming the man isn't coherent enough to walk on his own), and walks over to Hammett. He leaves his gloves, the conductor's gloves (if he was wearing any), and the handkerchief with the congealed ether on Renault's desk.
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Post by Hammett on Dec 5, 2019 18:47:40 GMT
After Brennon joins him with the prisoner Hammett takes Gerard's hand and trumps all of them through to Gerard's location.
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Post by Admin on Dec 7, 2019 23:27:07 GMT
#s://i~ibb~co/P5jnV3V/gerard-fix~jpg "Welcome to the tormrider," Gerard says as Hammett, Brennon, and Conductor arrive in a large sparsely furnished cabin. A large desk and chair, two plush chairs in front and a smaller, plain chair off to the side. Four small tables are in the room, one holding a small collection of liquor bottle and glasses. A bookshelf holds some volumes and rolled up maps. A window provides a view of the city from the stern of the ship. The walls have a few oil paintings of shadow ports and a large painting of Amber's port. He nods Brennon towards the plain wooden chair. "Dump the prisoner there and tie him down."He goes to the bar and begins pouring drinks. "Have you two breakfasted yet?" he asks.
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Post by Hammett on Dec 11, 2019 19:09:33 GMT
Hammett helps Brennon get the man into the chair, then ties the prisoner down firmly.
"I'm good, thanks. Ate earlier."
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Post by Brennon on Dec 11, 2019 21:12:12 GMT
"Been up all night. All morning." Brennon's response is terse, responding to Gerard's question as it stands, and trying not to recall his feelings of the last time he saw this man, who attempted bullying and browbeating him into submission.
He studies the paintings once the conductor is in the chair, cradling his injured hand behind his back as he looks. He seems to prefer the side of the ship Celessia would be visible from, whether she can be seen or not.
"If this won't take long, I can eat aboard my own ship." Brennon is quite aware that to refuse the hospitality of a superior officer, or the captain of a ship, can be considered a crime in many military organizations, so he doesn't refuse outright. Instead, he offers an excuse, in case Gerard is simply being polite, as well as a reminder that he has somewhere he'd rather be.
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Post by Admin on Dec 15, 2019 3:15:04 GMT
#s://i~ibb~co/P5jnV3V/gerard-fix~jpg "Fine. And you might be wise considering..." He reaches into a drawer and pulls out a small box. OPening it up reveals a set of surgical tools. "Breaking your hand is odd considering the size of you. And to so easily kill two of our agents..." he muses. "How experienced are you two with operating on people? I suspect we will need to look inside to learn some of this Conductor's secrets. Hammett grab that roll of sailcloth and set it out and get the chair atop it. This man will bleed out and I just got this room shipshape."
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Post by Brennon on Dec 15, 2019 7:57:21 GMT
At 5' 4" (162.5 cm) and not heavily built, Brennon just grumbles, "like I've never heard a short joke before.." to himself as he goes to grab the conductor in the chair, while Hammett lays down the cloth. To Gerard's question, he says, "I've a better surgeon on board, but I can usually fill in as a chirurgeon at need. I am, however, right-handed."
It's not a matter of strength but of everyone in the room being larger than he is, as Brennon wraps his good arm up through the back of the chair and puts the whole thing on the canvas as if it were simply an awkward bundle. Gerard's comments and reputation may be influencing him to show off a bit, something that he doesn't normally display beyond the brawls he is infamously involved in. Most people expect those tales to be exaggerated, so his actual strength may be something Hammett hasn't seen before.
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Post by Hammett on Dec 15, 2019 18:26:01 GMT
After Brennon gets the chair and man in place, Hammett look at the surgical tools and then around at the other men. Brennon can't do it with his hand, and Gerard obviously wasn't going to bother to do the dirty work. He sighs then takes off his jacket and carefully hangs it in the corner, then rolls up his sleeves. He normally wasn't too bothered by performing a little exploratory surgery, his studies in Carcosa had involved the dissection of some... unusual... beings, but this was a bit different.
"Can you get an apron sent up from the galley, along with my coffee? This is a new suit."
He picks up the tools and looks over whats available.
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