!iTlZIx4eso 04/12/11(Tue)15:45 No.14570328|
"Just doing my part, sir," you say with a grin.
"Now theah's a man! Chahlotte, give this boy a chop steak, on me! Bet he woulda been over theah stickin' it to the Kraut's if he'd been a few yeah's oldah."
Charlotte serves up a sizzling plate of meat and grilled vegetables. You didn't realize how hungry you were until you smell it, and you dig in heartily. After a few minutes, you ask for the bathroom, and Charlotte points you to the rear. There's a single bathroom, unoccupied, and you step inside and lock the door behind you before emptying your pockets.
The gun is sleek and silver, with what appears to be a laser sight built into the slide. Releasing the magazine, you can see that it's full of bullets. Repocketing the weapon and turning your attention to the paper you unfold it. It's a black and white photo of two men, both smiling in suits.
One appears in his early thirties, with traces of gray hair beginning just above his ears. His smile seems forced. The other's smile seems more genuine, his head almost actively balding as you stare at the photo. He wears a full beard and mustache, of some brown or red color. His face has been circled in red ink. On the back is written "T.A. and D.A., Miskatonic University, 1947"