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[Wednesday, June 24th 2015]

You regain consciousness after what seems and feels like you’ve went through the Rip Van Winke. Which is to say that you went to a dreamless sleep in the prime of your youth and woke up with all the aches and pains of a cantankerous old man.

Every inch of your body is sore and aching as you try to get up, only to find yourself hindered by the strap around your chest. Cursing and struggling against it proves to be futile, as it won’t come off no matter what you do. It’s the seatbelt, you eventually realize. You’re still in the car, and at the condo headquarters from the look of the garage.

It takes you a good ten seconds in your semi-coherent state to fumble around for the belt buckle in the darkness of the garage. The time on your watch reads four o’clock in the afternoon. Good Christ, you slept a large majority of the day away.

Eventually, you find the latch and depress the button. The polyester strap whistles back into its sheathe behind your head with a reedy whine, with the sound of the metal buckle striking the plastic clearing your head somewhat. Free of your bond, you run through your waking routine of stretches.

Twisting and grimacing as you try to get the tension out of your back. Going too far in a certain directions causes your muscles to seize up, leaving you struggling to breathe as you gently return them to a repose position.

Cramps. Well, that’s what you get for going into the water without first properly stretching.

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You quickly shove the thoughts of your fourth grade summer camp swimming teacher out of your head as you push off from the leather seat and reach for the door. There’s treatment for that, namely a hot shower and some water in your system. God knows you need lots of it to get the taste of bloody salt water out of your mouth as it is. But all your plans are interrupted when what sounds like the sound of a rattling pipe cuts your exit off.

Fitz is curling up against the opposite side of the car, softly snoring away without a care in the world. Her dirty blonde hair is strewn haphazardly across her eyes, and what looks like a thin line of drool is leaking from the corner of her slightly-open mouth. Not the most dignified position you could admittedly find her in.

Still, you should probably do something about your sleeping teammate...

>Wake her up. [“Time to get back on the case, Fitz.”]
>Don’t wake her up. [“Considering what she did on the beach…”]
>Custom

>>45525531
>Get Brady to help us pick her up and take her inside.

>>45525531
>Don’t wake her up. [“Considering what she did on the beach…”]

>>45525531
>Wake her up. [“Time to get back on the case, Fitz.”]
I figure she'd rather not just be left in the car while the rest of us got to work. And be resting on a couch/bed instead.

>>45525531
>Wake her up. [“Time to get back on the case, Fitz.”]

>>45525531
>>Wake her up. [“Time to get back on the case, Fitz.”]

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>>45525588
>>45525624
>>45525691

…it is with great reluctance that you go to wake your slumbering teammate. Considering the last time you tried to wake her up was in the hospital of initiation…yeah, you’re gonna wanna be real careful. If it’s any consolation, she neither has her gun on her hips, and you’re a lot more of a familiar face than you were six weeks ago.

Tentatively reaching for her shoulder, you shake her gently. “Hey…Fitz?” You say, modulating your voice for a happy balance between light-handed and firm, “We’re back at the condo…and it’s, well, I need you to wake up. It’s time to get back on the case, Fitz.”

She stirs lightly, shrugging off your hand instinctively and shifting positions in her seat. For a moment, you fear that you’re going to have to try again with a little more force behind your gesture and voice before she eventually rouses herself from her stupor. Seems like she’s lighter of a sleeper than you thought.

“Owww…fuck,” Fitz groans, audibly cracking the vertebrae in her neck and lower back. You wince and pointedly try to tell her that it isn’t good to do that in the long run, but you eventually decide not to.“Tell me someone got the plate number of the truck that hit me…”

You laugh dryly. “As far as I know, demons don’t have license plates. At least the quadruped ones don’t. Can’t say the same for bipedal ones…I could ask Pixie, though?”

“Smartass.” Rubbing the fatigue off her face with a thorough movement of her fingers, she moves to attention as best as she can. “So what’d I miss, Sawbones?”

(cont.)

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>>45526139

“Nothing much,” you reply. “But don’t take me up on that since I just woke up myself a few minutes ago. Even went through the same motions as you are. Sore body, aching muscles, cramps?”

“Yeah. That, and a few…ow…” She winces as she shifts her legs in her seat, “…bruises running along my legs. Fuckin’ hell, that sunofabitch knew how to give a really wild ride. Bareback riding sucks as it is without the loomin’ threat of gettin’ munched on or thrown into the ocean…”

“Then it looks like I’ll have to put a rain check on that beach cowboy plan…may I recommend a hot shower and some Tylenol? Best I can advise you with since I still don’t have my medical degree.”

Fitz unbuckles herself and rises uncertainly to her feet. “Yeah…I’ll…I’ll go do that…”

The two of you unceremoniously stagger towards the door to the house proper. Neither of you are in danger of collapsing on your feet, but everything hurts like a motherfucker.

In the kitchen, Brady and Victoria look up from their computers and a set of newspapers strewn about the table. Fitz barely registers their greetings with a nod and a weary “hey” as she hauls herself up the stairs and promptly enters the bathroom. Two seconds later, the sound of the shower running fills the air.

…well that happened.

The two remaining teammates on hand turn to you with concerned looks on their faces. Victoria simply shrugs in the direction of Fitz while Brady slides you a mug of what looks like some kind of tea. “You feelin’ okay? I mean…you didn’t take as much of a beatin’ as she did, but you still looked like hell after you walked out of the surf, dude.”

>“Nothing that a hot shower won’t fix, if you’ll excuse me…” [Take a shower, debrief later.]
>“Nothing a hot shower won’t fix, but that can wait…” [Shower later, debrief now.]
>Custom

>>45526470
>“Nothing a hot shower won’t fix, but that can wait…” [Shower later, debrief now.]

>>45526470
>>“Nothing a hot shower won’t fix, but that can wait…” [Shower later, debrief now.]

>>45526470
>>“Nothing that a hot shower won’t fix, if you’ll excuse me…” [Take a shower, debrief later.]
Can we have pixie wash our back?

>>45526470
>>“Nothing a hot shower won’t fix, but that can wait…” [Shower later, debrief now.]
We're here already.

>>45526470
>>“Nothing a hot shower won’t fix, but that can wait…” [Shower later, debrief now.]

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>>45526521

>>45526470
>“Nothing that a hot shower won’t fix, if you’ll excuse me…” [Take a shower, debrief later.]

>>45526521
anon, that's not a great start to a professional nursing career. Maybe if Adrian was an old man

>>45526692
I'm pretty sure after fighting a murderous horse shark, we've earned the right to act like an old man.
Besides, it helps get the cramps out better.

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>>45526495
>>45526497
>>45526528
>>45526538

You accept the mug and take a long swallow of its steaming contents. It’s just the right temperature, some kind of lightly caffeinated mix that makes the tip of your tongue slightly fizz. It only takes ten seconds of waiting for the blood in your veins to pump just a little faster, and your thought processes to become swifter. The fog of fatigue is gradually clearing from your head.

“Thanks,” you toast Brady, who smiles at the praise. “Good blend. As for my health, it’s nothing that a hot shower won’t fix, but that can wait.” Your eyes narrow and you gesture towards the table and their work. “Can I get a status report?”

“Yeah, it’s a real mess,” Victoria exhales. “Everyone’s pointing fingers at each other and no one’s sure who to blame…barring the ‘shark’ of course, which we all know is a demon. Kelpie, Scottish water horse. We were just about to get further into our research when you and Fitz showed up.”

You nod. “Right. So what were you doing before we did get here?”

“Trying to monitor the fallout from the attack.”
Victoria takes a moment to clear her throat and present her COMP towards you. A few motions of her fingers bring up the holographic display. Online newspapers and articles slide across the display, with the bold headlines jumping out in big, black lettering.

>BLOOD ON THE BEACH!
>Shark Attack in Rehoboth leaves no fatalities, one severely injured girl…
>Local retirement homes blame ‘degenerate youth’…
>Two local heroes brave the water to rescue the victims…
>Governor orders beach closed ‘indefinitely’ following this catastrophe…
>Coast Guard may be called in for further investigation…
>Marine Biologists 'left speechless' by brazen attack
>Officials urge locals not to take matters into their own hands..

(cont.)

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A question suddenly pops into your mind. “Brady, what’s the situation regarding our identities? I know you detonated a Mnemosyne to get the demon out of everyone’s heads, but what about my face? Fitz’s? Lots of tourists with cameras, cell phones…”

“Yep,” Brady waves his hand over his COMP. “Mnemosyne got in real deep and either blurred out your faces to incompressible blobs or outright deleted the more explicit ones. I’ve got a virus crunching through the local airways taking care of anything we or the goddess missed.”

You release a breath that you didn’t realize you were holding. "Nice of you to take the initiative, Brady."

He smiles. "I aim to please, bossman."

There’s a moment of silence before Victoria breaks the ice. “With that settled…where do we go from here?”

>Stay at home and do some research on the kelpie.
>Head into town for some more field work.
>Custom

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>>45526882
>Two local heroes brave the water to rescue the victims…

>Forgetting Lahm
>his face when.

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>>45526904
>Stay at home and do some research on the kelpie.
Good old fashioned research session. And shower.

>>45526904
>>Stay at home and do some research on the kelpie.

>>45526904
>Stay at home and do some research on the kelpie.
I hurt, I can barely think, and I need a shower.

>>45526904
>>Stay at home and do some research on the kelpie.
Not leaving this place until we got a plan.

>>45526904
>Stay at home and do some research on the kelpie.
Mackay still not back?

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>>45526946
>>45526960
>>45526968
>>45526970
>>45526975

"We stay here and hole up into we've got a plan," You mutter, taking another large swing of the mix you affectionately label 'Brady's Blend'. Whatever's in it is doing the job, but your body still feels really goddamn sore. "You said that you were just starting to make progress on the Kelpie? Keep going at it, then. I’m in need of a shower…”

“Got it/Understood,” the two of them say simultaneously. With a tired nod, you leave them to their work and head upstairs to the men’s quarter of the living area. Stripping off your clothes and grabbing a towel from the rack, you blast the shower at a high temperature setting.

But like all good things, nothing lasts forever. You time yourself ten minutes and reluctantly pull away out of the warm, soothing balm of the steamy compartment. One toweling later and a fresh set of clothes, you return downstairs to join your two intrepid subordinates in their research into the kelpie.

You frown slightly at the absence of Fitz at the table, but you shrug and sink your teeth into the work ahead of you. From the way she went far beyond the call, you figure that there’s no harm in letting her take her time. Besides, bruises all over her body? Those are never fun…

>Roll 1d100 + 20 Knowledge for Kelpie research

>Choose a character:
>Alger
>Fitz.
>MacKay.
>[???]

Rolled 85 + 20 (1d100 + 20)

>>45527206
>Alger

Rolled 95 + 20 (1d100 + 20)

>>45527206
>>Fitz.

Rolled 51 + 20 (1d100 + 20)

>>45527206
>[???]

Rolled 12 + 20 (1d100 + 20)

>>45527206
>>[???]

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>>45527206
Man I don't know who to choose.

1: Fitz
2: Alger
3: ???

>>45527242
WE smart

>>45527276
>>45527315
why are we going kelpie PoV again? Nothing we can use without metagaming.

>>45527206
>MacKay

I'm curious as to what our posey and overly fabulous priest is up to.

>>45527206
>Fitz.

I would choose Mackay but in the interest of not having a threeway tie.

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>>45527335

Never said it was Kelpie again, anon...

Choosing [???] is always gonna be a gamble. You either get exposition from a new character, or you might end up with the same one as last time. In this case...different character.

>>45527483
So in other words, we might expect Commander Sparda screaming at a certain thorn in his side.

>>45527483
IN that case,

>>45527206
>>[???]

>>45527483
It could be Alice! We'd get adorable fun time!
Or Demi-Fiend! We'd get Random Encounters!
Or Bad Psuedonym! It'd be obvious who we really are!

>>45527506
That was the best part of last thread.

>>45527483
Alright ??? then.

I just didn't want another Kelpie session of rage speaking.

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> [???]

The phone won’t shut up. It won’t stop ringing, even when you turn it to vibrate. They’re looking for you, searching for you, trying to let you know. Messages about Jamie and Sylvia in the hospital. You’re too scared to look at them, too frightened to know if Sylvia bled to death on the gurney.

No way. No fucking way. It…it couldn’t have been.

Everyone screams shark.

Some people on the internet won’t shut up about horses.

But no matter how hard you try to deny it, you know what you saw.

Long brown hair like seaweed, seashells ornaments littering them…

Those baleful eyes, devoid of mercy, only filled with rage and bloodlust.

They were hers. There was no other way.

Those weak, those cowering eyes...

But she was dead. You know that better than anyone else.

Once upon a time, you had regarded them with scorn and disgust.

Now, they look upon you with a ravenous hunger.

They flash in your mind. You can feel them digging into your back.

That wide grin and bloody teeth…

Whispering your name, over and over again…

Madison…Madison… it calls in a guttural tone.

Madison…Madison… her lips move out of sync with her voice.

It croons in a disturbing pantomime of a child’s lullaby.

Cold is the flesh that clings to my skin…

Like threads of sunlight from your pretty head…

Sending others in your own place...

You can never escape or deny your sin…

Years may go by, and I will give chase...

And stop when your corpse is cold and dead...


“SHUT UP!!” You scream, clutching your head as tight as you can, desperately trying to end the song. “STOPITSTOPITSTOPITSTOPITSTOPIT!! STOP IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIITTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT!!!!”

>>45528119
Madison was ms bitchy yeah?

We need to make a pact to stop taking ???s

>>45528302
Yep. Just read all the threads recently.

so, any bets that Fitz already snuck out and is on the trail?

>>45528336
If so we are going to kill her metaphorically, before Alger does it literally.

>>45528336
We would have seen her, no? Unless she jumped out the second story window.

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Sorry if I scared anyone...

>>45527238
>>45527242
>>45527276

Fitz eventually makes her way down to join you, a sullen look on her face as she pulls up a chair. Brady slides a mug of his Brew in her direction, which she accepts with a raised eyebrow and a shrug before she chugs half of the damn thing in a single gulp. Wordlessly, she takes a look at what you guys are doing and joins you in your search.

You’ve made some quick progress with the four of you working together. Aside from pulling in resources from the Task Force database, Brady plugs in an algorithm to filter through historical texts related to the demon. Victoria peruses through her COMP and Fitz leafs through the interwebs.

After an hour of research, all of you pull your information together…

>Nice rolls!

>Kelpie is a demon from Celtic mytholology.
>Commonly sighted in freshwater lochs in Scotland.
>Can sometimes appear as young, attractive men or women.
>Popular myths involve luring mortals into the water, specifically young children.
>Drowns its victims when they ride on its back, then eats them.
>Kelpie’s skin can become adhesive at-will.
>They can make excellent mounts if they are caught, but curse those who treat them roughly.

“…what the hell?” Brady mutters to himself, drawing everyone's attention. Upon given further looks to explain himself, he continues, “I mean, I ain’t a marine biologist, but I’m fairly sure that ya can’t put a freshwater monster in salt water, demons be damned! I remember that much from my high school science class.”

(cont.)

>>45528528
Good thing there is more or less a saltwater version of a Kelpie it's the Nuckelavee .... We are so fucked if that true so hope it's a Kelpie

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>>45528528
>>45528578

Nice guess. No cigar though...

You nod as you slap your notes down on the table. “Exactly. Which is why we’re not dealing with a true kelpie. It’s closely related, but we’re dealing with something a whole lot more dangerous…”

>The Each-Uisage is an off-shoot of the Kelpie species.
>They are brackish creatures and can survive in both salt and fresh water.
>Both have similar appearances as water-horses, but are far more vicious.
>Share many behavioral traits with Kelpies.
>Each-Uisage are impossible to domesticate as mounts.
>Can shift itself from a fine horse, pony, human or bird.
>Dissolve into a jelly-like substance after death.

The color drains out of Fitz’s face and she sets the mug down with an audible CLANG. “And I rode the damn thing like I was back in Texas for spring fuckin’ break…hoooooly fuck, I dodged a bullet. Drowning is not how I want to go out…Jesus Christ…”

“Oh wow,” Victoria exhales, looking at the policewoman with a worrying look. “If that’s the case…how did you escape?”

“Its skin must’ve not been adhesive when it attacked,” You mutter. “Which means that it wasn’t interested in luring anyone in for brunch…it’s deliberately attacking people on the beach.”

Brady scowls. “Well, we knew that much before we came here, bossman. But why did the big guy come down here for if not to take a bite out of the local scene? In broad fucking daylight, nonetheless?”

Your answer is cut off by the sound of your phone…no, phones, ringing. Your COMP and your regular phone are going off at the same time. With a swift motion, you pull them out and squint at the names displayed on the screen…

>Who do you answer?
>Moblie COMP [MacKay]
>Mobile [Alyssa]

>>45528778
>>Moblie COMP [MacKay]

I am really glad it wasn't a Nuckelavee, the way to deal with one was always just "Get away"

>>45528822

It wouldn't make sense for the Nuckelavee to be the culprit. That's a big Demon with a capital D, possibly on the level of Beelzebub and the other lords of hell under Lucifer. The Sea Mither has always kept it locked away in the depths of the ocean during the summer time since the old days. That's how the myths go...

...you know, that's a really interesting plot line to explore in the future...thanks, anon!

>>45528778
>Moblie COMP [MacKay]

>>45528778
>Moblie COMP [MacKay]
Man what has this priest been up to. Be better of not made a black winged 'friend'.

>>45528853
If we're gonna go for interesting demon plot lines can we help a Selkie get married?

>>45528778
>Moblie COMP [MacKay]

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>>45528863
>>45528913
>>45528982

You gingerly set your mobile on the glass counter as you open up a live connection with MacKay. Speakerphone on so that everyone can hear. “I’m here. Repo-?”

“Listen,” he grunts, cutting you off, and the forcefulness of his voice surprises all of you. “I found the link, okay? The link that connects the victims. I’ve only confirmed three, but I’m heading to the fourth as fast as I can-”

“MacKay? MacKay!” You say with a slight push in your voice. “Okay, okay, we need some context though, so why don't you start from-"

“The charity,” He declares, and you get a small pit of anxiety growing deeper in your stomach. “That girl you said you befriended? All of the victims donated to her charity! I only noticed when I went to an open-casket viewing and saw a photo of a victim standing alongside the girls of Phi Alpha for a shot. I dug deeper, and I found the connection. The old man giving some of his retirement money, a child giving a part of his allowance, and a tourist mistakenly dropping money into the pot. They all check out without failure.”

“What the fu-/No fucking wa-/Are you serio-“

Your compatriots’ exclamations of disbelief are interrupted as you press for more information. “Guys, shut up! Okay…MacKay, and you’re sure about this? No doubt in your mind?”

You can almost hear the grim smile in his voice. “Would I lie to you?”

He’s got a point there.

“Alyssa!” Victoria shouts, pointing at you with an outstretched finger. “You have her information, right? You need to confirm this so we can be absolutely sure that it’s tied to her charity. Not that I don't believe you, MacKay, but it never hurts to be sure...”

Brady mutters, “Who know that playin’ Bond would have such an interesting plot twist?”

"Fucking hell..." Fitz sighs.

>Choose one:
>Call Alyssa.
>Text Alyssa.

>Yes or no?
>Let MacKay keep on investigating? [Y/N ; No means come back ASAP]

>>45529126
>Call Alyssa.
>Let MacKay keep on investigating?
y

>>45529126
>>Call Alyssa.
Y

Didn't we donate?

>>45529126
>>Call Alyssa.

>Yes

>>45529126
>send some people to back MacKay up
>Call Alyssa ON THE ROAD, geared to as much as we can still maintain subtlety
looks like someone else is driving again

>>45529210
Where are we going senpai?

>>45529266
we can really just drive towards mackay until
>Alyssa reveals URGENT information and we need to get to her ASAP
or
>Demon attacks and holy SHIT it's a good thing we're already in a car

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>Call Alyssa.
>Yes MacKay.

“MacKay, keep digging whatever you can find,” you tell him as you reach for your phone. “Forward me any information that you can grab as soon as you’ve got it, understood?”

“Loud and clear. Oh, wait! Here…I’m sending you the photo now for reference’s sake. Wouldn’t believe what I had to go through to get it..."

No more than five seconds go by after the call disconnects does the sound of a chime go off in your COMP. You automatically open the message, and bring up the aforementioned photograph on the big screen.

The photo depicts an elderly man in his seventies handing a check to the girls of Phi Alpha, all of whom are gathered in a different venue than the Boardwalk. Probably a local supermarket or something. Food Lion? What was that?

But you digress. That’s not important. What is important is that Alyssa’s there, accepting the check with a small smile. And she’s not the only one also. Madison’s got her feet propped up on the bench, looking like she’d be somewhere else. Off in the corner, Emma’s texting on her phone, and the girls you pulled out of the water make celebratory expressions in the background with all of their intact limbs.

>Received Charity Photo #1

With that out of the way, you unlock your phone, with everyone’s eyes sharply upon you. Geez, talk about pressure. You missed a call from Alyssa. Damn. Well, you’re gonna call her back anyway in light of this new information. Silver linings, silver linings…

The familiar dial tones of her number ring through the headset as you wait for the connection to start up. It only takes one ring for someone on the other end to pick up, but just like MacKay’s earlier call, you’re cut off before you have a chance to say anything.

"Oh my God…is this that Andrew guy?” An unfamiliar voice asks in a panicking tone. “Hey, are you there?! Please! Please pick up the phone! Oh, God I-“

>"You're not Alyssa.”
>“Who is this?”

>>45529452
>>"You're not Alyssa.”
>>“Who is this?”

>>45529452
>"You're not Alyssa.”
>“Who is this?”

>>45529452
>"Where are you?"
get in the car guys

>>45529452
>>“Who is this?”
Everyone start moving out shit's hitting the fan

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>>45529463
>>45529521
>>45529532
>>45529611

You frown. “Wait a moment. You aren’t Alyssa. Who is this?”

“I…ah…erm…that isn’t important right now!” She screams, causing you to jerk the headset away from your ear as far as you can on instinct. “But shut up and listen to me, okay? Sylvia’s dad is a huge fucking idiot and won’t listen no matter how many adults are trying to stop him and…”

“Lady, I have no idea what the hell I’m supposed to make of this,” You cut her off, saying this in as a dry tone as you can. You carefully manipulate the device within audible distance without the risk of having your ear being blown off. “Now unless you give me some kind of explaination-”

“THEY’RE GONNA GO HUNT THE FUCKING WATER HORSE!”

That gets everyone’s attention. Fitz’s face contorts into the finest expression of “what the absolute fuck” as Brady curses violently. Victoria puts to hands to her mouth, eyes widening in horror and you almost drop the phone from your numb fingers.

“You have to stop them!” The voice pleads. “You’re the only ones that can! I saw you with your winged beast and that electricity you blasted it with this morning at the beach! I…oh fuck. I can’t talk any more. You need to go save them before they head out onto the water! Kaythanksbye!”

You can’t even get in a word edgewise before the line cuts off with a loud CLICK.

You then turn to Brady, who has a mortified look on his face. “I don’t understand! Mnemosyne was supposed to purge the memories of our demons-”

“Complain to R&D later,” Fitz spits out. “Right now, we’ve got a live reenactment of ‘Jaws’ to crash and I intend to give all those chucklefucks a real talkin’ to.”

“Fictional tropes aren’t supposed to apply to fiction’, he said,” Victoria mutters as she scrambles to prepare. “’Can’t possibly happen to us’, he said…”

>Grab MacKay on the way.
>Head straight to the docks.

>>45529763
>Grab MacKay on the way.

>>45529763
>Head straight to the docks.
MacKay still needs to protect the other targets right?

>>45529817

Nope. He's just investigating the seven victims that got drowned/killed by the demon. Either recall him for more firepower or let him continue searching for more information.

>>45529817
He's checking out the victims. They are already dead.

>>45529840
....should we SEND him to the next potential victim? Was there anyone who donated before Adrian?

>>45529763
>>Head straight to the docks.

>>45529863

There's no way of knowing who did or didn't donate in the morning. Any one of those thousands of people could have donated. Beach gets crowded and you tend to forget faces really easily unless you're trying to focus on them.

Why those seven, though? That's be spoiling it, captain...

>>45529908
I'll stick with my vote, then

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>Docks

You grab all your combat essentials without compromising your incognito cover. Specialized non-tearing Kevlar suit, your sidearm and, just in case, your nightstick. Ya never know, and God knows that the car is a small armory in of itself if you know where to push the right buttons. Hopefully it won’t come to that…

But knowing your luck, it’s probably going to.
You’re still uncertain as to whether or not you should be driving, though. So as you all sprint towards the garage, you ask, “Victoria, how fast can you drive?”

She flashes you a cocky smirk, and the fact that her upbeat and bubbly persona allows her to do that surprises you to no end. “You ever watch ‘Initial D’?”

You and Fitz haven’t, but Brady seems to have. “Wait, you mean the one where that one song comes from? Uh…something about the nineties?”

“That’s right. Though I never really practiced on a car this big. Used to handling smaller ones,” she admits. “Easier handling, smoother drifts. But yes, I can drive this very fast.”

“We’re not looking to break traffic laws…” You admonish them. “Actively. Besides, we’ve got government plates and a bloody siren if push comes to shove. Just drive aggressively, but not too aggressively, okay?”

You clamber into the shotgun seat, with Fitz and Brady hopping in the rear and Victoria manning the driver’s seat. The smile on her face widens to a grin that the Cheshire cat would be jealous of. It’s nowhere near as smug or excited as a Fitz grin, but it’s up there. Real up there.

Sparks fly and tires skid as Victoria Yamane laughs, hits the gas and drives off as fast as the Delaware Traffic laws allow her to go towards you destination.

>Hey anons, how quickly do you get there?
>Roll 3d100, taking best of three.

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And that’s it for tonight, and I’ll use the rolls to determine the starting post for the next session. Kind of cutting it short, I know, but I’m feeling a little under the weather right now. We’ll pick up tomorrow after I get some sleep and take some medicine, okay?

Rolled 37, 69, 45 = 151 (3d100)

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Rolled 41, 24, 51 = 116 (3d100)

>>45530096

Rolled 44, 80, 21 = 145 (3d100)

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>>45530174

Nice rolls. Traffic is relatively neutral for the most part.

Ugh. Cough syrup tastes nasty.

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Thanks for running.