Chapter Two, Part Thirteen Take cover and try to find a weapon.
Attempting to take cover behind a small brick [2],
McGeenyton searches about his person for a weapon of some sort. He realises he has misplaced [1] his tartan trimmed double barreled walking stick!
As he watches in dismay, he notices the hitherto unconscious thug near the ruined car begin to stir.
Item Misplaced! Double Barreled Walking Stick With Tartan Trim.
Take cover behind something.
Not many feet away from McGeenyton,
"G", saved from a flurry of bullets by Smith's majestic walking
bat stick, realises the danger he is in. He dives for cover, but only [1] manages both to look rather cowardly and to tear a slight hole in his trouser leg! His suit is damaged!
Item Acquired! Damaged trouser leg!Demand Surrender, bluff suggest that McGeenyton may have another explosive chronometer. If no surrender, then charge them, cricket bat in hand, elegantly walk towards them, walking bat stick in hand, and forcefully request their unconsciousness.
“I say!” begins
Smith, “I demand your surrender! My colleague here will not hesitate to explode you a second time!”
“I don’t believe you!” comes the insolent reply [2], “We shall shoot you down like dogs!”
Moderately put out by this show of unreasonable impoliteness, Smith strolls over to the two suppressed thugs cowering behind the car before they have a chance to react.
“In that case,” continues Smith, “Though you may find this request unconscionable, I demand your unconsciousness. Have at you, you thugs!”
Man of action and manful strength that he is, Smith elegantly rounds the bullet-riddled vehicle and, as the first thug rises to meet him and protest as his latest demand, brings his walking
bat stick forcefully upon his head [5+1 skill bonus]. He is knocked unconscious! The second thug, seeing Smith’s request being carried out against his wishes, drops his empty revolver and whips out an evil looking dagger as he moves towards the brave American, who appears slightly angered by this dastardly act.
“I say,” he says, “That won’t do! I asked you to fall unconscious, not to attack one with a hidden blade! I shall teach you a thing or two about basic decency, and I hope not to have to repeat myself. Take this!”
As he speaks, the thug lunges towards Smith, arm outstretched and dagger firmly clasped. Smith neatly sidesteps, before smacking the man about the face with the handle end of his walking
bat stick. As the thug recoils in surprised pain, Smith delivers a fearsome blow to the head with the business end! Alas! Our American cousins are sometimes prone to inappropriate displays of emotion, and so it proves: Smith’s slight anger appears to have got the better of him, and he splits the poor chap’s head in two [6+1 skill bonus]. He is struck down!
As the short and brutal combat ends and the caddish ambush is thwarted, the gentle clip clop of approaching horses’ hooves can be heard. Turning towards the source of the sound, the gentlemen witness the arrival of the Swiss police. The man who is clearly their Captain dismounts and approaches. "G" and McGeenyton pick themselves off the floor a little sheepishly; Smith arranges his jacket.
“Je dis!” he begins, “I apologise on behalf of the city of Geneva! You appear to have been waylaid by the most miserable of muggers, and I thank you for detaining them. Hmm. This one here appears to have been particularly detained. Constable Theroux! Fetch the dead-wagon please! Sergeant Jenkins! Get your men to tidy up this mess and cuff these insolent thugs.”
He turns back to the gentleman spies.
“Friends, gentlemen,
milords, I am ashamed on behalf of my city. We have had a great deal of troubling incidents lately, and I am doing my best to enforce law and order. If it would please you, I would be honoured to escort you safely to your hotel.”
You can assume you travel automatically to your Hotel, if you want to meet up with Link, von Fersen and Wellington as quickly as possible, although it is not obligatory. For all you know they are enjoying themselves, or even resting. Although they may be concerned for your safety.
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Have a look around the Masson for G.
Meanwhile, back at the Hotel Masson,
von Fersen looks around the hotel for his German companion, worried at not having seen him since leaving the train in the wee hours of the morning. He wanders about the corridors until he thinks he walks past a door from whence comes the German’s voice! He knocks and opens [1]; he sees a lady who has not yet entirely finished preparing her hair! She gasps!
The unfortunate Swede blushes! He stammers an apology! He casts his eyes down to the floor!
Caddishness Increased! Embarrassed a lady in an inappropriate state of undress!
Head to the hotel lobby, looking as generically gentlemanly as I can possibly be as to avoid notice. Wait for one of my companions to come by.
Far from this disgraceful scene,
William Wellington is standing about in the hotel lobby, looking like a smartly dressed gentleman, resplendent in his top hat [4]. He is only noticed by a passing butler, who offers him a morning brandy and cigar. Where are his companions? He begins to wonder as to their safety, but understands that they are capable and experienced men. It is unlikely they are in great danger.
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Makes plans with Müller for getting into that locker. Insider sources state that its contents are very valuable for the local authorities... and that might prove valuable for both of us too.
“So…,” continues Müller, taking another puff on his cigar, “these… locker contents could be very valuable to the right people, eh? Well. I’m no friend of the Germans, they have been far too active recently, even their criminal gangs try to invade my territory. I would be happy to help you,
Mister… “Linkschmitt”. Now, my people have been quite active lately – you see, we are engaged in a little, shall we say, disagreement with another Genevian gentleman who would also like to smuggle tob- er, that is to say, sell various goods at market. So I’m not sure that I can offer to break into Geneva Central Station for you. No Sir.
Müller leans forward a little, lowering his voice [5].
“But I have a few contacts. I could certainly make sure that your activities there are not troubled by over-enthusiastic constables, for example – I could even arrange for that to be the case this very evening. I could even ask Riggenbach here to accompany you: he is the finest… locksmith in Switzerland. I am sure that a clean break in would help you make a clean getaway, and that is in both of our interests.”
He takes a final puff and puts down his cigar in the vulgarly ornate ashtray beside him.
“Now, to business. If I could facilitate this interesting adventure, what do you propose to offer me in return? I am fond of biscuits, but that would not be entirely enough.”
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