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Post by Admin on Oct 28, 2020 3:26:48 GMT
Begma City is buzzing with excitement for war. The city people rush about taking care of the tasks needed to prepare the city's defences for the expected battle.
The ambassador is a prominent member of society, and his manor is easily found.
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Post by Hammett on Oct 28, 2020 8:54:06 GMT
Hammett tides himself up a little then heads up to the manor door and knocks firmly on it.
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Post by Admin on Nov 2, 2020 7:20:13 GMT
Servants answer the door and look Hammett and Pinkey over. They seem convinced of the pair's bona fides and lead them into a den where they are told to wait for the ambassador and avail themselves of the bar. Pinky dives into a martini.
Twenty minutes later, the ambassador comes in.
"You!" he days looking at Hammett.
"You!" he says, looking at Pinky.
"You!" Pinky says looking at him. "Boss, you didn't tell me that we came all this way just to gab with this old letch."
"Shhh! Shhh! Shh! My wife's about!" the man says in a loud whisper.
"Yeah," Pinky says not lowering her voice, "Every time he was in Worm's his mitts were gettin' grabby whenever I walked by."
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Post by Hammett on Nov 2, 2020 7:33:23 GMT
Hammett chuckles, if the Ambassador knew what Pinky's true form was this exchange might be... well it would probably be the same, although with a very different context, but now was not the time for that.
"Pinky. Not now." Hammett gives her a look to fall silent, then turns his attention to the Ambassador, "Mr. Ambassador, I am glad you made it out of Kasaba safely, and although it took me some time, and no small inconvenience," He motions to his facial scars and eye-patch, "I have kept my word and arrived in Begma like you requested. And given my reputation I am surprised that you are surprised to see me here."
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Post by Admin on Nov 6, 2020 4:13:12 GMT
"I had assumed that you were still fighting in the war back there or dead," the ambassador says. "Prince Martin got me out before the Germans, or Dalt could grab me. He's a smart fellow; eschewing the obvious harbour for our escape, he took my car through the desert, always one step ahead of the pursuers and managed to get us back here.
"So you've agreed to my little job, eh? It's the P.M. who has work for you, so once your drinks are done we can send you over there."
He takes a sheet of paper and begins to write a note of introduction for Hammett and Pinky.
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Post by Hammett on Nov 6, 2020 6:35:18 GMT
"Yes, Prince Martin a good fellow to have around in a pinch I'm glad he was visiting me at Wormwood's when you needed assistance, but what is this about Dalt looking for you? Is he behind the invasion of Kasaba?" Hammett had never met Dalt, but he had heard of him and he rather thought that if Dalt wanted this drunken oaf of an ambassador then A, there must be something more to this ambassador then Hammett realized and B, just being home here in Begma wouldn't keep the man safe. But, knowing the ambassador as well as he did, it was probably C, the man had delusions of his own importance and Dalt had never even heard of him but rather was hunting for Martin, if he was even after either of them at all. Still it would be prudent to find out for sure that the ambassador wasn't Dalt's target.
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Post by Admin on Nov 12, 2020 8:27:23 GMT
"Eh? Who can tell what that barbarian thinks," the ambassador says looking up from his writing. "He was just swinging that great sword of his and firing off guns at anyone in his way. He wanted into Wormwoods', that's for sure, so maybe he is really after you?"
The note finished he hands it to Martin and calls for a servant to take Ham and Pinkey to the PM's residence.
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Post by Hammett on Nov 12, 2020 11:58:03 GMT
[[OCC: I assume you mean he hands it to me and Martin is not in the room.]]
Hammett takes the note, but doesn't read it. He still questions the Ambassador, "And what of Prince Martin? Is he still here in Begma?"
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Post by Admin on Nov 14, 2020 4:19:19 GMT
[OOC: Ah rats! Not sure why I had a brain fart there.]
"Prince Martin? No, he left a while ago. I had hoped we could enjoy his company for a lengthier time, his being a hero to all in our land after his rescue of me, but after only being here a few days he claimed to have some urgent business to attend to then rode off into the forest."
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Post by Hammett on Nov 14, 2020 5:12:40 GMT
"Cruses. I had hopped to discuss the events of Kasaba with him further. Are you sure he gave no indication of where he might be heading or what his urgent business was?" Hammett uses his Psych to secretly probe the Ambassador's mind to find out if he was telling the truth previously, and when he replies.
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Post by Admin on Nov 16, 2020 3:36:29 GMT
Hammett can't sense any lies in the man's speech, only a hint of unease about Pinky and his wife being under the same roof.
"He said nothing; those damned Amberites can rival clams when they want to keep their mouths closed.
"Ah, your carriage is ready."
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Post by Hammett on Nov 16, 2020 7:25:30 GMT
Hammett nods and finishes off his drink, "Thank you, Ambassador. If you should happen into the new Wormwood's, which should be opening up shortly, I suggest that you remember that Pinky now knows where you live."
With that he sets his glass down and nods to Pinky, then heads for the door.
Outside he glances at the note, then slips it into his breast pocket as he holds the door of the carriage open for Pinky to enter, then climbs in after her.
"Driver, we need to make a quick stop before heading to the Prime Minister's residence. Takes us down towards the edge of the dock area. I'll have a better address shortly."
He then settles back and draws out Dalton's trump card. He focuses on it, attempting to make contact.
Dalton should have an office already set-up, and maybe some vital information on the events in the city, and maybe even on Martin or Dalt. He was always good at picking up rumors. Even if not, Hammett would still be able to drop off Pinky with him before continuing on.
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Post by Admin on Nov 19, 2020 2:33:53 GMT
The connection is made. Hammett sees Dalton's feet up on a desk, an open newspaper in his hands covers his face. The paper is a horseracing sheet. Dalton flips it down to see through to Hammett.
"Hi-a, boss, what's shakin'? You in town?"
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Post by Hammett on Nov 19, 2020 5:33:55 GMT
"I am. Pinky also. In a carriage right now, on our way to you. Just need an address to give the driver."
Once Hammett gets it he drops the connection and gives the driver the address, then settles back in his seat and relaxes until they arrive. He hadn't known about the horse racing in Begma, maybe he should have come here sooner... Either way that was a good sign. If the citizens of Begma liked to gamble, and drank half as much as the ambassador, they would be a steady flow of business in the new Wormwood's.
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Post by Admin on Nov 25, 2020 4:13:32 GMT
Dalton has set up shop in a sailmaker warehouse near the docks. A good location and business to keep tabs on the ships coming in and out of the city and near to the local underworld action. Hammett sees two guards standing outside the door to the building and half a dozen others stationed inside. Workers in the front of the shop are busy with sails, others in the backrooms are counting and sorting stacks of coins.
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