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Mrs Pitt
"No, she never went far besides she was always with her friends Milly and Paul most of the time... you'd have to ask them where they usually hung out...although i did tell them to stay away from Baker street and the docks its not safe for children to be playing around there" she'd tried to look after her best she could but it was hard without Arthur, things had been a little tight without his paycheck and several times she had been forced to ask her parents for a loan to see her through the month maybe it was time she moved back west?
The small carriage clock chimed quietly from its place on the mantle piece I'll have to go to work soon she thought to herself as she drank more of her coffee "Is there anything else either of you wish to ask me? only i have to be at the factory in an hour" the hours were long and she wasn't always sure as to how safe the machines she was cleaning around were but the wages put food on the table and with the things the way they were now she couldn't afford to lose the job.
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The Rookie
The rookie led the way past the rows of dirty apartment buildings, the smell of salt and seaweed was strong in the air along with the not so fragrant stench of the cannery as it produced canned tuna for export "I am sure its around here" he called over his shoulder to the two agents although one them had seemed to have dissappeared, maybe he should slow down a little and let him catch up.
he only had the vaguest of recollections of what the building had looked like, all he could remember was that there was a picture of a seagull painted above the building number a fact that he had said twice now as he tried to hold the panic that was seeping into him.
had he not been so panicked by the FBI agents then he probably would have spotted the two men that were trailing them, keeping a safe distance away from them. One was tall in a tan overcoat the over guy was short and squat and seemed to be carrying something heavy beneath the coat he wore.
"Here it is!" the rookie called excitedly upon findng the weather beaten house, peeling white paint covered the walls and sure enough just over the building number someone had painted a seagull though truth be told it had to be one of the worst drawings of a seagull the agents had ever seen.
The rookie had gotten two steps up towards the door when he saw the two men behind them, the short quickly pulled the short length of lead pipe from out of his coat and brought it crashing into teh back of the Stewarts knee's sending him crashing to the ground "Beat it kid you ain't seen nuthin'!" the tall man shouted producing a switch blade from out of his coat, a long scar running down his chin. The rookie fled leaving the hapless agent on the ground at at the mercy of the two thugs "We'll teah you to mess with Mr Baritone's business" the short thug spoke in a thick italian accent as the raised the pipe above his head, he was going to enjoy this.
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Pulling a crumpled dollar bill from out of his pocket Rick dropped it at the mans feet, a filthy hand quickly snaking out of the his coat to grab it "Speak friend if what you tell us is good there may be meal with that drink" though Rick doubted it, this fool would blow it all on liquor and starve in the process.
Wiping a hand across his wind chapped lips the man began to tell his story "Dockside Danny...." Rick raised an eyebrow at the seemingly random name that had been thrown at him "whose Dockside Danny? don't mess me around old man"
"He was one of those thats been taken see...vanished only i saw who did it....thats what i tried to tell them but they wouldn't listend to me" and for no wonder the man reeked of alcohol in fact he was probably drunk now.
"ok then who took your friend Danny? give us a name and we can get something done about it" the man stared up at him seemingly exasperated "Its not just Danny he's took, its all of them...the only reason he didn''t get me is because i've taken to kipping out here" the man whined as he nervously checked over his shoulders. "A name oldtimer what's his name?" the old man blinked looking up at them as if they had just asked him to explain the workings of an engine rather than simply providing a name "I don't know his name all i know is that it was him that done it" Rick threw up his hands, he had better things to do than deal with drunken idiots "Unless theres anything you want to ask him i say we get on with the case" Rick said to Theodore as he hefted the pair of suitcases off of the ground where he had left them wondering what on earth Agent Richards had put in his to make it so damn heavy.
"No, she never went far besides she was always with her friends Milly and Paul most of the time... you'd have to ask them where they usually hung out...although i did tell them to stay away from Baker street and the docks its not safe for children to be playing around there" she'd tried to look after her best she could but it was hard without Arthur, things had been a little tight without his paycheck and several times she had been forced to ask her parents for a loan to see her through the month maybe it was time she moved back west?
The small carriage clock chimed quietly from its place on the mantle piece I'll have to go to work soon she thought to herself as she drank more of her coffee "Is there anything else either of you wish to ask me? only i have to be at the factory in an hour" the hours were long and she wasn't always sure as to how safe the machines she was cleaning around were but the wages put food on the table and with the things the way they were now she couldn't afford to lose the job.
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The Rookie
The rookie led the way past the rows of dirty apartment buildings, the smell of salt and seaweed was strong in the air along with the not so fragrant stench of the cannery as it produced canned tuna for export "I am sure its around here" he called over his shoulder to the two agents although one them had seemed to have dissappeared, maybe he should slow down a little and let him catch up.
he only had the vaguest of recollections of what the building had looked like, all he could remember was that there was a picture of a seagull painted above the building number a fact that he had said twice now as he tried to hold the panic that was seeping into him.
had he not been so panicked by the FBI agents then he probably would have spotted the two men that were trailing them, keeping a safe distance away from them. One was tall in a tan overcoat the over guy was short and squat and seemed to be carrying something heavy beneath the coat he wore.
"Here it is!" the rookie called excitedly upon findng the weather beaten house, peeling white paint covered the walls and sure enough just over the building number someone had painted a seagull though truth be told it had to be one of the worst drawings of a seagull the agents had ever seen.
The rookie had gotten two steps up towards the door when he saw the two men behind them, the short quickly pulled the short length of lead pipe from out of his coat and brought it crashing into teh back of the Stewarts knee's sending him crashing to the ground "Beat it kid you ain't seen nuthin'!" the tall man shouted producing a switch blade from out of his coat, a long scar running down his chin. The rookie fled leaving the hapless agent on the ground at at the mercy of the two thugs "We'll teah you to mess with Mr Baritone's business" the short thug spoke in a thick italian accent as the raised the pipe above his head, he was going to enjoy this.
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Pulling a crumpled dollar bill from out of his pocket Rick dropped it at the mans feet, a filthy hand quickly snaking out of the his coat to grab it "Speak friend if what you tell us is good there may be meal with that drink" though Rick doubted it, this fool would blow it all on liquor and starve in the process.
Wiping a hand across his wind chapped lips the man began to tell his story "Dockside Danny...." Rick raised an eyebrow at the seemingly random name that had been thrown at him "whose Dockside Danny? don't mess me around old man"
"He was one of those thats been taken see...vanished only i saw who did it....thats what i tried to tell them but they wouldn't listend to me" and for no wonder the man reeked of alcohol in fact he was probably drunk now.
"ok then who took your friend Danny? give us a name and we can get something done about it" the man stared up at him seemingly exasperated "Its not just Danny he's took, its all of them...the only reason he didn''t get me is because i've taken to kipping out here" the man whined as he nervously checked over his shoulders. "A name oldtimer what's his name?" the old man blinked looking up at them as if they had just asked him to explain the workings of an engine rather than simply providing a name "I don't know his name all i know is that it was him that done it" Rick threw up his hands, he had better things to do than deal with drunken idiots "Unless theres anything you want to ask him i say we get on with the case" Rick said to Theodore as he hefted the pair of suitcases off of the ground where he had left them wondering what on earth Agent Richards had put in his to make it so damn heavy.