ENTER THE STALKERS 3: RAINBOW SLAYER
The Merry Prankster
Chapter Six: Shadow Over the Hellmouth
"…dark legends have clustered for generations about the crumbling, half-deserted Innsmouth and it's people. There are tales of horrible bargains about the year 1850, and of a strange element 'not quite human' in the ancient families of the run-down fishing port ~ tales such as only old-time Yankees can devise and repeat with proper awesomeness."
~H.P. Lovecraft, "The Thing on the Doorstep"
Heart Residence
Los Angeles, California
September 27, 2000
0800 hours
(The Wandererverse)
"That wasn't very nice," commented Katie.
Saint finished packing his shaving kit and looked up, "What are you talking about?"
The Amazon walked up to her boyfriend and smacked him up side the head. "I'm talking about waiting for Qui Gon to walk out of the bathroom before suggesting that Jessica might find her answers by talking to him. Then, you followed up by ducking out of the room so that your teacher is left answering all of her questions."
Saint walked over to the closet and grabbed his Heckler and Koch Mk23 pistol and placed it in his suitcase. He unconsciously rubbed his shoulders as he remembered the consequences of his actions. Yeah, Master Jinn was not pleased at all. It was a mistake showing him "The Empire Strikes Back". I'm still sore from running three miles carrying a backpack loaded with sixty pounds of steel.
"Katie, you know as well as I do that your red haired friend was not going to leave it at the explanations we gave back at St. Wolf's place. It's bad enough that she knows about Jedis and the fact that there is a universe where Star Wars is real. However, she's not ready to know everything about Section 7, the Amazons, and the other nasties out there."
Katie bushed off a speck of dirt off her blue blouse. "You have a point. She was starting to bug me about anything else we hadn't told her about."
"Right, knowing Jessica, she would be contacting Arty within the hour if she knew you were an Amazon."
"What about getting her a guardian spirit?"
Saint finished packing and placed the suitcase by the door, "Lets hold off on that. She has enough to digest with the knowledge that Jedis are real. If we were to let her know about guardian spirits, then there would be no stopping her from getting into other matters."
"Okay, we'll shelve that idea for now." Katie stared at her boyfriend's flight suit and asked, "Tell me again how you were able to get Obi Wan a ride on your copter. Better yet, how did you manage to borrow one of your unit's Blackhawks for the trip to Massachusetts?"
Saint gave her an indulgent smile, "Elementary my dear Miss Heart. Thanks to General Gordon, I was able to get authorization for a TDY with one of the East Coast units that will cover me for my stay back East. Obi Wan, by means of his association with Section 7's cover agency, is able to ride along because he is acting as a government agent. Once again thanks to General Gordon and Bureau 13."
"How did you manage that? I thought Gordon was still angry over our little joy ride on the California freeway."
"Oh, don't get me wrong. He was still irritated over the incident. But, once I showed him the evidence pointing towards Innsmouth, he gave his blessing."
The two teens began walking down the stairs. Right before reaching the front door, the Amazon hugged the Jedi and whispered, "Are you sure you don't want me to come with you? If what we suspect turns out to real, you are going to need some backup."
Saint returned the hug, "I would really love to bring you along but both you and Jessica have classes that neither of you cannot afford to miss. Plus, the Guard frowns on aircrew taking along their significant others on these flights. Obi Wan and I should be able to handle a simple recon mission by ourselves. If we find something, I'll make a few calls and get the people I need to finish the job."
Katie stopped her boyfriend at the car and gave him a farewell hug. "Be sure to call me when you get there and let me know you arrived in one piece."
Saint laughed, "And if I don't make it, I won't call. In any case, don't worry. I mean, what kind of trouble could Obi Wan and I get into?"
"Don't go there. Just be safe."
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Lawrence Antiques
Sunnydale, California
0930 hours
September 27, 2000
(The Wandererverse)
Carol was finishing ringing up her latest sale when she noticed an older gentleman enter the shop. Walking over to the gentleman, she asked, "Can I help you?"
Klyde Kustler, world renowned author and wreck hunter, looked up from the 16th century Spanish Moran helmet he had been examining. The author smiled and shook his head, "Thank you, I was just examining this helmet. It is rare to find Spanish armor or any armor in such a good condition."
Carol grinned, "You appear to be knowledgeable on the subject." The shop owner picked up a ledger and began turning pages. "We just got this piece back in February, 1999. Steve is about to list it on our internet site."
"You wouldn't happen to be referring to a Steve St. Wolf, would you?"
"Yes, he helps my husband and I with the business. He is in the office would you like to talk to him?"
Klyde, playing with a piece of paper in his pocket, responded "I would appreciate it. While I am interested in the helmet, I really dropped by to talk to Steve."
The two began walking to the back of the store. Carol turned to the author and asked, "How do you know Steve?"
"We've run into each other off and on over the years. I've purchased a few antiques from him over the years and he's helped me out researching some of my books."
Carol stopped at a closed door and knocked once. Sticking her head in, she called out, "Steve, there's a gentleman here to see you." Turning back to the author, she asked "I didn't get your name?"
Klyde grinned, replying "Just tell Steve that 'Dad' is here to see him."
Carol relayed the information to St. Wolf and showed the author into the office. Seeing that everything was in hand, she excused herself and went back to helping customers.
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Steve finished updating the store's website and saved the data. Getting up, he greeted the author with a handshake and a grin. "It's good to see you again. How long has it been?"
Klyde thought for a moment before replying, "I seem to recall it was right after I had my run-in with the French navy when I was looking for the HMS Charybdis."
Steve remembering the incident nodded, "Yeah the French secret service was ready to throw your crew in jail for interrupting the sea trials of their newest missile boat. You lucked up running into me and I was able to use my contacts with the French government to get you guys out of the situation."
"Hey, if I knew that beforehand, I would have rescheduled my wreck hunting expedition for another time. In case, I accomplished what I set out to do with photographing the wrecked Dido class cruiser and marking the final resting place of her fallen crew."
Steve snorted and offered the author a seat, "That may be well indeed, but somehow I don't think you came all the way to Sunnydale to reminisce about old times. So, why are you here?"
"Well last week I was attending a car show when I ran into the most interesting young man. An acquaintance of yours, I believe."
Steve closed his eyes and a feeling of dread came over him. This has to have something to do with that car, I know it.
Klyde continued, "Well, the young man was pursuing some neer do wells and borrowed my car, a purple 1931 Ford Hot Rod. I allowed him to take it on the condition that he bring it back in good condition. Unfortunately, there was some damage,"
Steve's feeling of dread deepened, And that kid left right before my old friend shows up. I have a feeling this is not an accident.
"Anthony and I were giving the car a final check when we discovered the bullet holes. While I don't mind helping the authorities' right wrongs and being the civic minded however I would like my property returned in as good a condition as I lend it out."
Steve shook his head, "Don't drag it out. Just let me have it."
"The kid said you would take care of the bill. In fact, he was so nice that he told me where you were, directions on how to get here, and even your work schedule so I would be sure to run into you. Definitely, a good kid."
Steve began rubbing his nose, I'm getting too old for this Shit. with a resigned sigh, the Wanderer pulled out his checkbook. "Okay, how much is this going to cost me?"
Klyde's face became the devil incarnate, "I noticed that you had a 16th century Spanish helmet on display. The price of that piece more than equals the cost of the damage to my car. Why don't you give me the helmet and we'll call it even."
I'm going to kill that kid when he gets back. Better yet, I'll have JD and Qui Gon take care of him. I know JD can think of an appropriate punishment for him.
Steve got up and led the author to the door. "Actually that helmet is worth more than you car. If you still want the helmet I'll subtract the cost of the damage from the price. Robert, Carol, and I have allocated the money raised from the helmet's purchase to help renovate the children's wing at the local hospital. By the way how's your new book coming along?"
Klyde laughed, "You have a deal. Actually the book will be on the store shelves next week. I also happen to have a couple of signed copies in the car that I was intending to take to my next book signing. I'll throw them in as part of the deal."
"Thanks. Lets get you the helmet and I can get back to work."
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Isolated Military Airfield
Khabarovsk, Russia
(Far East Military District)
September 28, 2000
1000 hours
(The Wandererverse)
The airfield at Khabarovsk had once been a major part of the Soviet Union's military deterrence during the Cold War. Now with the breakup of the Soviet Empire, the cost of maintaining the base could not be justified with the current defense budget so the Russian Federation deactivated the one time bomber base and leased it to the private sector.
Throughout the late twentieth century, Department Satan, the counterpart to Bureau 13 had been looking for the right place for a staging base and storage facility. The isolated location of the airfield coupled to its close proximity to the Pacific coast was perfect for the Department's purpose. Acting through the mysterious Mr. Morden, the leader of Department Satan was able to quickly lease the property without anybody asking embarrassing questions.
Omar Hussein walked into the nearest hanger and walked over to the platform in the center of the cavernous building. A technician was busy working the controls when the leader of Department Satan approached his station.
"Is everything working?" asked Omar.
The technician looked up, "Yes sir. According to the data pad your contact supplied outlining how to assemble the transporter and operate it, the device is working perfectly.
Omar rubbed his hands in anticipation, "According to my contact, we should be activating the device right about now."
The black robed technician pressed the receive button and a blinding blue light filled the hanger. Both men blinked to remove the lingering effects of the light and stared at what their benefactor in the other universe had sent them.
Sitting on the transportation pad were twenty ball shape devices. Omar waved his hand at another group of black robed agents, signaling them to bring the Ural truck over to the transporter. Within minutes the pad was cleared and ready to accept the next shipment.
Off to the side, another figure had been waiting in the shadows to emerge. This figure was also dressed in black but unlike the others, he reeked of evil power. Once the Russian made truck had driven out of sight, the figure quietly walked up behind the Department Satan leader.
Omar was focused on the next shipment to arrive on the transport pad and was not aware of the stranger's presence. The stranger had been using the Force to disguise his presence and decided to let Omar know he was there. Suddenly Omar got the feeling that someone was behind him. Turning around, he thought, Something is not right. It feels as if someone is right behi….
Omar reached into his pocket while asking the stranger, "Who are you and how did you get around my guards?"
The stranger pulled the hood off his head to reveal a black haired, gaunt looking face. You know he resembles a young Christopher Lee thought the Department Satan leader.
The figure gave Omar an evil grin while replying, "Calm down my dear Mr. Hussein. I'm sure my master told you I would be arriving with the replacements for the droids you used up so quickly."
Omar took a closer look, "You wouldn't happen to be the apprentice, Darth Sidious mentioned?"
"Yes, my name is Darth Agonius, though for the purpose of blending in with the local population, you may call me Charles Ward."
"Charles Ward?" asked Omar.
Agonius shrugged, "It seems a fairly nondescript name that matches my features and racial type. Those written documents or magazines that a certain young lady provided were most helpful in preparing me for this visit."
Omar quickly changed the subject, "So how did you get in here? I know you did not arrive by transporter or through the doors."
"That same young lady was gracious enough to provide a route to this world and that is all I am going to say about it."
The Department Satan leader shook his head and began walking towards the door, " I suppose you would like to come to my headquarters and be briefed on what has been going on in our fight against the do-gooders."
The Sith Lord quickly followed, "Yes, that would be most appreciative.
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Gabreski International Airport
Arkham, Massacusetts
September 28, 2000
1015 hours
(The Wandererverse)
Obi Wan Kenobi, Jedi Knight and recent recruit to Section 7 waited in lounge for his friend and companion to join him. The Jedi had not been waiting very long before Anthony "Saint" Christopher walked out of the ops room. The Jedi-in-Training tapped Obi Wan on the shoulder and pointed towards the door.
Saint turned back towards his friend, commenting "Well, the debrief didn't take long. I managed to secure a couple of rooms at the VOQ (Visiting Officer's Quarters) for the duration of our stay. So, at least we don't have to worry about finding a hotel"
Jessica Jade and several female members of Section 7 had suggested that the Jedi grow a beard to make him less conspicuous. Finally, Obi Wan gave in and began rubbing that very beard in thought. Jessica was right, the number of people asking for my autograph as dropped to almost zero since growing the beard. Being mistaken for this Ewan MacGregor was beginning to get old.
The two had reached the parking lot when Obi Wan remembered something he had been meaning to ask his companion.
"Anthony, there was something I have been meaning to talk to you about."
Saint opened up the rental car's door and asked, "Yeah, what is it?"
The now bearded Jedi responded, "When we were driving past the antique store where Wanderer works, I noticed that same car you and Katie had driven a couple days ago pulling up."
Saint buckled his seat belt and grinned, "That was 'Dad'. I guess he was coming to collect."
Obi Wan gave his companion a hard stare, "Collect? What did you do this time?"
Saint's face turned into the very picture of evil as he responded, "Despite my best driving and efforts for otherwise, there was some damage to that classic car. When I returned it to the owner, I told 'Dad' to give the bill to Steve."
Obi Wan raised an eyebrow in disbelief, "You passed the bill on to the Wanderer? You are braver than I thought. I take that back. You are bolder than you can afford to be."
Saint began pulling out of the parking lot, "Don't worry. Steve can afford it. The damage was suffered during the duration of a legal action. Katie and I were legitimately pursuing enemy forces who had initiated the fight. Due to the fact that we are members of Section 7 and the other guys attacked first, Section 7 should cover the costs."
"Do you really think that will fly with Sir Steven?"
"Obi Wan, my dear friend you should know by now it is better to do something and ask forgiveness than ask for permission and be turned down. Besides, the look on Steve's face when 'Dad' hands him the bill will be priceless."
The Jedi looked at his friend and shook his head in disbelief, "Anthony, my good friend. Your ego is writing checks your body can't cash."
Saint glanced back at his passenger, observing "I see you watched 'Top Gun' last night. But seriously, we should get a bite to eat and go straight to the 'Q' so we can be ready for tomorrow."
Obi Wan leaned back into his seat, "I agree with you on that point." He closed his eyes for a moment and voiced his thought, "I wonder what happened at the antique store?"
Saint nodded in agreement, "Yeah, I was surprised to learn that 'Dad' had been dealing with St Wolf in antiques and artifacts. Turns out the old guy had been one of St Wolf's customers in antiques and historical artifacts."
The Jedi turned back to the driver and with suspicion in his voice commented, "Let me guess. Not only did you tell this 'Dad' to send the bill to Wanderer, but you gave him directions to the antique store."
Saint grinned, "You know me, always willing to lend a helping hand. I wish I could have seen what went down in the store after we left."
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"Anthony Christopher, is it really you?"
Obi Wan had just finished off his Hawaiian chicken when the woman's question caused him to look in her direction. The speaker, a middle aged female, wearing a conservative blue dress walked up to the Jedi's table.
Anthony also looked up at the question. Recognizing the person, he smiled and offered her a seat at their table. "Mrs. Burnham, how are you doing? I didn't know you were up here." Saint waited for the woman to sit down before offering introductions. "Mrs. Burnham, I'd like to introduce you to my partner and good friend Ben Quigby. Ben, this is Mrs. Burnham. I had the privilege of being in her seventh grade English class back in Sparta, Mississippi."
Margorie Burnham smiled at the young man, seated across from her, "I'm always honored to meet Anthony's friends."
"The pleasure is mine, Mrs. Burnham."
Margorie turned to face Saint, "Now that the introductions are out of the way, what brings you two to Massachusetts?"
Saint took a drink from his glass, "I have been flying helicopters with the Army and now the California National Guard for the last few years and the guard needed someone participate in some exercises being run by the Massachusetts National Guard. Ben also works for one of the Federal agencies and had some official business to take care of so he managed to hitch a ride in my chopper."
The former teacher's eyes rose at the mention of Ben being a Federal agent. Both Jedi recognized her reaction so Saint asked, "Okay, what's wrong? The last time I saw you with that look was when we had that fire break out in the school gym."
Taking a deep breath, the teacher went into her story. "It's my son Brian. You remember him don't you?"
Saint thought for a moment, "Yeah, I seem to recall he had gotten into trouble with the Sparta PD over sneaking into the funeral home."
"Yes, that was the last straw and my husband and I decided to move up here and make a fresh start. We have family up here and it would get Brian away from those hoodlum friends he was hanging around in Sparta. It looked like he was finally getting his life back on track. He graduated from high school and took a job at the First National Grocery Store. It wasn't too long before he was promoted to manage their store in Innsmouth."
Saint noticed that she was about to cry and handed her a napkin. Margory thanked the Jedi-In-Training and continued her story. "Last week I got a call saying that Brian had been arrested by constable for attempting to rob Waites Variety Store. As soon as I heard about the arrest I tried to arrange bail for my son. However, when I called the jail, they said he had escaped town in a stolen vehicle and has not been seen since. I tried talking to the State police but they believed the story."
Obi Wan thought about her story and commented, "Your son has had a history of such activities. Is it possible the Innsmouth authorities are telling the truth?"
Margorie's eyes blazed as she faced the Jedi, "Whatever may have happened, my son would not have left town without letting me know. Even during the worst times in Sparta, he still called me and let me know he was safe. I also got the feeling that the Innsmouth constable wasn't telling the entire story when I talked to him. I have had students try to pull stuff on me and the constable acted in exactly the same manner."
"Mrs. Burnham, would you mind if I have a word with Ben for a second?" When the woman nodded, Saint turned to Obi Wan and in a quiet voice said, "I've got a feeling that she is right. I have this gut feeling that something fishy is happening in that town. Since we are already paying Innsmouth a visit, why don't we see if we can turn up Brian."
Obi Wan nodded, "I agree with you. From what Willow dug up on the internet it's obvious something is happening there. I too have this feeling that Brian may be mixed up in it somehow."
The two Jedi nodded and faced the teacher. It fell to Saint to inform the teacher their decision. "We are already taking a little trip over there in the morning. It will be no problem to do a little checking on Brian as long as we are in town."
Margory got up and hugged her former student, "Thank you. I always knew you could never turn down doing a good deed. Here's my phone number. Just give me a call when you find out something."
Saint returned the hug. "Don't worry we'll bring Brian back home to you one way or another. You can count on us."
Obi Wan waited for the woman to leave before commenting, "Master Jinn was right. You definitely have the soul of a Jedi."
"Thanks Obe, let's pay the check and get some sleep. Tomorrow is going to be a busy day."
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COSTCO
Los Angeles, California
September 28, 2000
1200 hours
(The Wandererverse)
Jessica Jade waited for Katie to turn of the engine before grabbing her arm. "I'm not getting out the car until you tell what is going on around here."
Godzilla, Katie's guardian spirit, stuck his head out of her bag. //This is going to be interesting. I can't wait to see how you answer that question.//
The blonde Amazon gave the guardian spirit one her 'if looks could kill' stares. //Shut up Godzilla or I will ask Anthony to take us flying and give you a seat with a view//.
//Uh, on second thoughts, I think I'll just sit back and stay out of your way//.
//Good idea//.
Katie took her hand off the doorknob and looked her red haired friend in the eyes. "What are you talking about, Jess? I thought Mister Quigby or as you now know, Qui Gon explained everything?"
Jessica reached into her blue windbreaker and pulled out a sheet of paper, "Yes, Master Jinn was quite thorough in explaining how Jedi came to be on Earth. However, there is still the question of what your friends back at Mr. St. Wolf's house doing messing around with military grade weapons. I may not know a lot about guns, but I do know that those weapons aren't something most people keep in their homes." The redhead thought about the look on the Jedi Master's face when Saint ducked out, "Although I did enjoy watching Master Jinn make Anthony run around the back yard with a hundred pound weight in his backpack following the levitation exercise Yoda forced on Luke Skywalker in Empire Strikes Back."
Katie's eyes were gleaming as she remembered the incident, "Yeah that was pretty funny. But back to your question, there are things about my life that you are not ready to know about. I would love to tell you but I don't want to put your life in any other danger." Making sure the other girl was paying attention, Katie slipped off her sunglasses and grasped her shoulders, "You are my best friend and I don't want anything to happen to you. You just have to trust me on this one."
Jessica sat silently for a moment, pondering her friend's words. Finally, she responded "I'll let it go this time. But I will not sit back forever, especially since Ben Quigby turned out to be Obi Wan Kenobi and that attack by those battle droids. A girl has to be prepared and protect herself."
Katie opened the door to the car and got out of the car, "Well you can be prepared just don't go jumping off into something before you are ready. Not to change the subject, but we do need to do what we came here to do."
"You mean getting those cleaning supplies and groceries your mom told you to get?"
"Yeah, part of my punishment is being responsible for the shopping at least in the foreseeable future."
"Look at the bright side!" responded Jessica. "At least you don't have to clean out the animal cages."
"Yeah, there is that" agreed Katie.
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A couple of hours later the two girls walked out of the store, pushing two shopping carts that were filled to the brim. Katie, decided to take a stab at her friend, "You know it's kinda difficult to top dating a Jedi."
Jessica grinned and pointed out the clerk returning the shopping carts. "Oh, I don't know. That cart pusher definitely has nice legs."
Katie laughed but quickly looked towards her car. // Godzilla, what's going on?//
//Two gangbangers are trying to break in. Looks like I need to scare some since into them.// responded the guardian spirit.
//Okay, I'll keep Jessica occupied until they're gone.//
The blonde Amazon deliberately placed herself between her friend and the car and started comparing Saint and Obi Wan to the various young men coming in and out of the store. A few minutes later two visible scared young man came running past them.
//I take it's safe to come to the car?// asked Katie.
Godzilla shifted back from his guardian spirit state, replying //Yeah, it's safe to bring Jessica to the car.//
//Good, cause Mom has a lot of chores for me to take care of.//
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The Gilman House Hotel
702 Federal Street
Innsmouth, Massacusetts
September 29, 2000
1400 hours
(The Wandererverse)
"Well the local accommodations appear to be somewhat lacking" observed Obi Wan.
Saint parked the rental car in front of Innsmouth's only operating hotel. The five story building dated the 1830s when the Gilman family attempted to turn their fortunes around and operate a hotel. For a while, the hotel was prosperous but now the one hundred seventy year old building has stood mostly vacant over the last century.
The Jedi-in-training responded to his friend's observation, "You don't know the half of it." Saint took a long look at the building's crumbling exterior and faded eggshell color and something else caught his attention. Pointing at the upper floors, he mentioned, "Obe, do you notice that the hotel appears to be lacking fire escapes?"
"I noticed that it appears that this establishment is clearly violating state safety regulations. I also noticed that the town appears to be lacking many modern necessities." The Jedi got out of their car and looked around, "It would also appear that most of the buildings date back to the previous century."
Saint took a look at the gas lights, "Yeah it's a regular museum to the nineteenth century. We had better be on our guard, as you like to say, I have a bad feeling about this."
Obi Wan nodded and touched the bottom of his leather jacket. "Yes, I too feel a disturbance in the Force that seems to be centered on this town. Well lets get checked in and we can begin looking around before it gets too dark."
"You know, I was thinking the same thing" added Saint.
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The Marsh Mansion
404 Washington Street
Innsmouth, Massachusetts
September 29, 2000
1500 hours
(The Wandererverse)
"Jebediah, just what have you gotten our family into?"
Barnabas Marsh walked over to his eldest son, waving some documents in the young hybrid's face. 'Old Man Marsh' as Barnabas was known among the locals was well along in his transformation into the frog-like creatures called 'Deep Ones'. He still wore human clothing but all practical purposes the elder is a Deep One masquerading as a man. Due to his transformation, he makes frequent swims out to Devil Reef just off the coast.
Barnabas had spent the years following the government raid getting the survivors together for their eventual return to their home town. It had not been easy but, enough descendants had returned to allow the elders to turn to their ancestor's original design, that of conquest and domination of the world. A world united as one, all worshiping Cthulhu. Now it appeared as if his eldest son had put his plans into danger.
"But dad, Omar Hussein is an ally with more resources than we could ever hope to match in a hundred years. Granted, the Arab is unstable in his attempts to acquire more dark power and his attacks in California did end in defeat. However, he is striking at our foes and each attack by Department Satan, distracts the authorities from us."
Barnabas shuffled over to a desk, "I will grant you that shipment of robots has proven useful in repairing Y'ha-nthlei, our 'cousin's underwater city. Not to mention the fact the battle droids make useful additions to our forces."
Jebediah smiled, "I knew you would see it my way. Don't worry, Omar is staying in his hideout in Russia and promises to keep our alliance secret for now."
"That is good to know, but what about California. Your victims escaped and managed to stay on your trail for some time."
"There is nothing to worry about. The car I used was a rental and I used a fake name and company for the papers. Even if someone discovered that the company I listed is a shell, they would only be directed to another shell company. In any case, there is nothing linking our family to what went down in California."
Barnabas nodded, "Very well, just be very careful. Now that's settled lets turn our attention to the Burnham boy."
"That's been taken care of. The state authorities have been led to believe that the boy escaped the constables and disappeared so nobody will be coming here to look for him. He's currently being held in the jail until tomorrow night when he will be disposed of. We were blessed when he tried breaking into Waite's Variety Store. The Order of Dagon was becoming hard pressed to find a sacrifice."
"See, I told you everything would turn out alright."
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Saint leaned over to Obi Wan and quietly noted, "The grocery store is certainly one of the most modern buildings I've seen yet."
The First National Grocery store was an old brick building located on the southwest side of the current town square. It was obviously one of the most modernized and best maintained structures in town. Exterior electric lights graced the storefront, bathing the surrounding area in light.
Obi Wan agreed with his companion's observation and walked into the store. At first glace, the place appeared like any other store. However, something was not right. A closer look revealed that the cash register had been smashed open. Saint was about to comment on that finding when Ezra Blank, shuffled up.
"I'm sorry but you will have to leave. The store is closed."
Saint motioned for Obi Wan to take the lead. In a soothing voice the Jedi replied, "That's alright, we were not interested in buying anything. Instead we were asked by Mrs. Burnham if we could find out anything about her missing son."
Ezra calmed down, "Yeah, I was real sorry to hear about Brian's disappearance. He was a good boss, always took care of his workers."
Saint commented, "I know what you mean. Is there anything you can tell us about what happened?"
Ezra shook his head, "Sorry, all I know is what I read in the paper."
Obi Wan nodded, "Thank you for your time. We will be on our way."
Ezra waited for the two to leave the store. Once he was certain they were gone, he picked up the phone. "Hello, there were two strangers in here asking about Brian…."
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Saint looked back to the store and commented sarcastically, "Well that was very productive."
Obi Wan held up his hand, "Actually it was productive, but not in the normal sense of the word. While the clerk did not give any useful information did you notice anything unusual about the store?"
"You mean besides the smashed cash register?" asked Saint. The young man though back to the store and remembered, "Now that I think about it. One of the double-hung windows at the front of the store appeared to have been recently repaired."
"I took the liberty of taking a longer look at the window while you were talking to the clerk. It appeared to have been pushed inward from outside by someone of great strength and hastily repaired."
The two Jedi began walking down the street. "Yeah, on the way out, I also noticed there were raking gouges in the wood surrounding the outside part of the window. It reminded me of damage caused by great claws."
"It is becoming obvious that there is something going on in this town. Now we just have to find out what it is. What is the next stop on our list?"
"I believe a visit to see a Mr. Thomas Waite at his store is in order since that is where Brian supposedly tried to rob a safe."
Saint and Obi Wan were walking across the village green when somebody hissing at them. The two turned around to face a short, homeless man sitting on a bench.
"You are the two strangers asking about that Burnham boy?" asked the man.
"Saint looked to Obi Wan and nodded. Reaching down to give the old man some change, Saint responded, "Yes, is there anything you can tell us?"
A look of fear came over the old man's face. He quickly began looking around as if to see if anybody was watching them. Pointing towards a nearby ally, the man said, "Not here is the open. Meet me in that ally in ten minutes and I'll tell you what I can."
With that the old man walked off. Obi Wan turned to Saint and asked, "I have a feeling that man will be able to give us some useful information."
"Yeah, that's the same feeling I got. Our ten minutes are up. Let's go see what he can tell us."
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The two Jedi walked across the street and ducked into the ally. The old man was standing next to a dumpster. Saint walked over to him and asked, "Now what can you tell us?"
The old man looked around for a couple of minutes. Finally, he started his story. "My name is Zadok Allen. I was once a fisherman until the fish dried up and I've been living on charity ever since."
"I'm sorry to hear that Mr. Allen. But what can you tell us?" prodded Obi Wan.
Zadok gave the two a pleading look, "Haow'd ye like to be livin' in a taown like this, with everything a-rottin' an' a-dyan, an' boarded-up, monsters crawlin' an' bleatin' an' barkin' an hoppin'' araoun black cellars an attics every way ye turn? Hey? Haow'd ye like to hear the haowlin' night arter night from the churches an Order o' Dagon Hall, an' know what's doin' part of the haowlin? Haow'd ye like to hear what comes from that awful reef every May-Eve an' Hallowmass? Hey?..... Wal, Sir, let me tell ye that ain't the wurst!... Yew wants to know what the reel horror is, hey? Wal, it's this-- it aint what them fish-devils hez done, but what they're a-goin to do!"
Saint let out a whistle, he commented to Obi wan, "Well I'd say this definitely confirms Willow's information pointing towards this town as the Deep-One's home base."
"I agree. Even if it isn't, I definitely feel a disturbance in the Force centered on this town." Obi wan turned back to the old man, "Mr. Allen that is very interesting. However, is there anything you can tell us about what happened to Brian Burham?"
Zadok looked around, "If he's anything like the others, he is dead or soon will be. They keep the live ones lock up in the jail until it's time."
"Thank you Mr. Allen. Your help is greatly appreciated." Said Obi Wan as the old guy scurried off.
Saint commented, "Looks like we don't have a lot of time. We had better find Brian and get the Hell out of here before the locals kill Brian and come after us."
"I believe we should still visit the store and see if anything useful turns up."
Saint gave his friend a short bow, "Lead the way oh, "Serene One."
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Unfortunately, someone had noticed the two Jedi talking with the old man. Looking out from around the curtains, Vera Southwich, a homely, bulgy-eyed hybrid harridan, picked up the phone and began to talk, "Constable Martin, old Zadok Allen has been talking to the strangers. I know. If I see anything else, I'll give you a call."
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Abandoned Missile Base
Somewhere in Uzbekistan
1600 hrs
September 29, 2000
(Wandererverse)
The leader of Department Satan rushed back to his headquarters after ensuring that the shipment had arrived. Closing his office door, Omar began reviewing the new droids features. Let's see, energy shields that can stop both laser and projectiles. Ooh, they even come equipped with four auto blasters. You know that gives me an idea.
With an evil grin, Omar picked up the phone and made a call, "Mr. Morden, I once again have need of your services. Yes, I am satisfied with the work you have done in recent history. I need you to fly to Moscow and visit Samed Vezirzade. I need his people to stage an attack at the same time the Oman operation kicks off so this Rainbow will be unable to cover both operations as well as the others I plan on doing. I'm counting on you and the standard fee will be waiting in your bank account upon your return."
Darth Agonius had walked in just as Omar was hanging up. The Sith lord sat in a chair near the Department Satan leader's desk and asked, "Was that something I should know about?"
Omar stood up and walked over to a wall map. "As you know, there are many organizations working against our plans on this world. In order to accomplish our goals, we need to weaken those forces. Therefore, I have been staging minor attacks throughout the world so that we can observe response times and how our enemies operate. We are now ready for the next step."
"And that step would be," prompted Agonius.
"The next step involves simultaneous attacks occurring at different parts of the globe. Eventually, we will reach a point when our enemies will be spread too thin to counter our next moves. Once the enemy is spread out dealing with these multiple terrorist attacks, we will make our main thrusts and begin the process that will lead to Department Satan controlling the world's governments,"
Agonius listened to the Department Satan leader reveal his plans while thinking, Hmm, it appears that my own chance to take over this organization is at hand. Now all I have to do is give Hussein enough rope to hang himself with. Finally, Agonius got up, saying "That's very interesting. But I need to check up on the technicians assembling the new Destroyer Droids."
Omar waited for the Sith to leave before making his next phone call. At last I have a chance to take out that Wanderer and his blonde bitch. I may not be strong enough to hit his home base, but I can use those Destroyer Droids to eliminate that threat when they are outside.
Omar listened as the phone rang. Finally, the other party picked up. Omar immediately issued orders for the attack. "I'm sending you a new weapon that should give you a fighting chance against the Wanderer. When the items arrive, I want you to hit him and his mate when they are out on patrol. Understand? Good"
His call completed, Omar leaned back in his chair and smiled.
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Unknown to Omar, Agonius heard every word. Feeling a nearby presence, the Sith turned around to face a dark haired woman.
"It's not very wise to sneak up on a Sith Lord" snarled Agonius.
Discord smiled, this was better than even she could have imagined. Holding up her hands, she told him, "Don't worry, I have no intention of getting in a fight with you right now. After all, what would your master think if his student were to attack his benefactor?"
The Sith nodded and removed his hand from his lightsaber, "So you are the mysterious benefactor who aids my master in his vengeance against this 'Saint' character."
"You got it. It looks like our friend Omar is going to use those new Destroyer Droids to attack St Wolf on his home turf." Discord shook her head and smiled, "Of course, the Wanderer and his mate are too powerful for even those weapons. The droids will all be eliminated of course."
Agonius returned the smile, "As my master has foreseen, this Hussein is a fool who squanders his forces on ill planned and timed fiascos."
"Just like the previous attacks, this too will fail and serve only to alert the Wanderer to the approaching threat" added Discord.
The Sith and Greek goddess began walking down the hallway. "It appears that Department Satan will be requiring a change in leadership shortly," observed Agonius.
"Your master places great faith in you. I await your takeover of this organization's leadership posts." With that word, Discord vanished.
Agonius stared at the empty space before continuing towards the nearby storage building.
As he entered the building, he thought,With the proper leadership, Department Satan can be a force to reckon with. I await the chance to show Lord Siddious what I can do with this group.
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The Fire Station
100 Paine St.
Innsmouth, Massachusetts
September 29, 2000
1640 hours
(The Wandererverse)
Saint pulled into the fire station's parking lot. Like most buildings in the fishing town, the station itself was a small tumble-down structure in need of repair and up keep. The Jedi-in-Training was able to see two fire engines through the opened doors. Man, those fire engines should be in a museum rather than an operating fire house. Upon getting out of the car, he took a closer look at the nearest engine, obviously broken down and sitting on cinder blocks. I take it back, they should be in a scrap heap. No self respecting museum would even consider touching that P.O.S.
Obi Wan also looked at the deteriorating condition of the fire house. The visit to Waites Variety Store had turned out to be a dead end. While Thomas Waite showed none of the fish-like features common to many of the townspeople, he barely acknowledged the two visitors when they entered his store. Instead he just stared at a faded photograph. Thinking back to the visit, The Jedi thought, I almost feel sorry for him. His despair would be obvious to the newest padawan. Oh well, maybe we'll have better success with the firefighters.
There were a half-dozen men lounging around the ancient fire engines. Saint let his friend take the lead this time. I hope Obi Wan has better luck than I did with Mr. Waite. thought the teenager.
Unfortunately, the Jedi had no better luck with the firemen than Saint had with Mr. Waite. In any case, the men had proved rather reluctant to talk. Conversations about the weather and other mundane subjects were quite easy. Even with aid of the Force and bribes of cash and drinks, all questions concerning Innsmouth and its secrets drew blank looks and mumbled denials. Finally, the two teens gave up and left the firehouse. It was upon leaving the firehouse that they got their first break.
The two Jedi were about to drive off when they were approached by Jake, a stubbly-bearded fireman in his 50s. The visibly nervous fireman looked over his shoulder as he told them, "Meet me at the inlet north of town ~Kelly's Cove~ just after dusk. Don't let no one see ya come up there. Bring me a bottle of whisky and some of that foldin' money you're sportin'. Jake'll take care of you."
Saint looked over to Obi Wan. Nodding in unspoken agreement, the young man replied, "We'll be there."
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While waiting for dusk, the two young men drove around town, making note of the decaying structures and unique traits exhibited by the townspeople. Finally after dusk the two arrived at Kelly's Cove. Saint and Obi Wan got out and began comparing notes.
"It looks like young Brian is still being held at the jail," observed Obi Wan.
"Yeah, I got the same impression when we drove past it. Of course with the local law enforcement hanging around, we couldn't get too good a look. However, all evidence points to it. There was also wrong about that Esoteric Order of Dagon building. I was getting major dark side vibes oozing out of that place."
Obi Wan nodded, "I felt the same thing and noticed that quite a few people sporting that 'Innsmouth Look' were entering the building as if something was about to happen."
Saint reached into his pocket and held up his cell phone. "With all that's been going on, I have a feeling I'm going to be wearing out this baby."
A rustling noise cut off any further conversation as the two men turned to face whoever was coming. After a few moments, Jake showed up and demanded his payment. Saint held up a bottle of Jack Daniels he had managed to acquire and told the fireman that he would be paid after he tells them what he knew about the town and the disappearance of Brian Burnham.
The fireman motioned them to join him near the shore. After making sure they were truly alone, he began his tale.
"Ya know,that kid started aout all wrong here, takin' up with that Billingham gal arter bein' here less'n a month. Her daddy owns the fishpackin' plant ye know? Jes' abouth the only place a fellah can git a job araoun' here these day, eh? If thet kid was a-fixin' ta make sure that newfangled business didn't make no money, then messin' around with ol'man Billingham's fav'rite darter's a darn good way to do it."
Obi Wan turned to Saint and commented, "The mystery is becoming clearer now." Turning to Jake, the Jedi asked him to continue his tale.
"Now this girl of his, Ruth, she's been tryin' ta get herself outa this town ever since she's old enough ta think fer herself. She took up with 'bout any salesman ever set foot in this town -an' her only fifteen when thet started. Anyways, when thet kid come inta town she set her sights on him real quick. Me an' the boys could see thet easy enough. Seems like the kid musta fell fer her pretty hard too. She is a danged pretty thing, even if she has got the 'look,' if ya know what I mean."
Saint nodded and told Obi Wan, "I feel that a talk with this Ruth Billingham may be in order."
"Lissen, thet's all I can tell ya, they'll miss me back in taown. Don't folla me. You can't have them seein' us together too much. And ya might want to see what thet girl can tell ya' about the kid." With this last word, the fireman disappeared into the darkness, back towards the town.
Saint stared at the spot recently vacated by the fireman. Finally, he turned to his friend and said, "The Billingham House it is."
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The drive back to town was uneventful. There was a noticeable lack of cars on the road. Doesn't appear many people own cars in these parts thought the young man.
Finally, the car arrived at the two story Georgian home on Adams Street belonging to Warren and Judith Billingham. The two men walked up to the front door and rang the doorbell. Footsteps were heard approaching the door. Finally, the door opened to reveal Warren's 17 year old daughter, Ruth.
Ruth Billingham was a beautiful 17-year old, despite her slightly protuberant eyes and wider than normal mouth. Seeing the Jedi, her eyes narrowed as she asked them what they wanted.
Saint put on his most disarming smile and used the Force to make her more receptive to his questions. "Miss, we are looking for Brian Burnham and had been told you might know something that can help us."
Ruth began to answer but quickly shook her head to clear her thoughts. "Look, who are you, who hired you, and why should I be talking with you?"
Saint sighed and thought Maybe, I do need more training with the mind trick. I seem to be batting zero lately.
"Miss, my name is Anthony Christopher. Brian's mother is my former teacher from when I lived in Sparta. Ben and I ran into Mrs. Burnham in Arkham and she told me what had happened including the breaking into Waite's store."
Ruth shook her head in denial, "I didn't have anything to do with that robbery."
Obi Wan cut in, "We're not saying you did. However, Brian is in danger of losing his life and if there is anything you can tell us that might save his life, we would be deeply grateful."
Ruth became visibly upset and started to shake. In a trembling voice, she pleaded "Go find Brian and rescue him, please. We were trying to leave town when this happened. I beg of you please help Brian and I out of this town."
Soon afterwards, a plain-looking, middle-aged woman silently appeared in the doorway. Glaring at Saint and Obi Wan, she ordered her daughter, "Ruth, go to your room. NOW!"
Waiting for her daughter to leave, she turned her attention to the two young men. "We know nothing about the Burnham boy. Good Day!"
The woman slammed the door after telling the two good day. Saint turned to his friend and noting, "Have you noticed that this doesn't seem to be our day for warm welcomes?"
Obi Wan just walked to the car, not saying a word.
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Saint pulled up to the Innsmouth Jail and turned off the engine. Without taking his eyes off the structure, he asked, "Do you sense anything unusual about that place?"
Obi Wan closed his eyes and reached out through the force. "There appears to be two people in the building, one in the front and the other in the back."
"I've got an idea. Why don't you sneak around back and see if you can look through the windows and see if our missing store manager is still there. While you're doing that I'll go visit the good constable and see if I can turn up anything."
Obi Wan grabbed his friend's arm as he vacated the car. "I've got a bad feeling about this place, the building in front of us, and if you want to get down to it, the entire town concerns me."
Saint pulled out his HK 23 and released the magazine. Making sure that the Bureau 13 modified weapon was loaded and in good order, he replaced the weapon in it's holster. "Don't worry, I'll be sure to avoid any entanglements."
Obi Wan looked on as his friend walked up to the front door. And that's what worries me.
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Constable Elliot Ropes, a huge and thickly-muscled hybrid, had drawn the night's duty of watching the jail's one and only prisoner. More beast than man, the constable was a incredibly ugly specimen with bulging eyes, scaling skin, and a protruding jaw. A bell placed over the doorway began ringing as the front door opened. Elliot looked up to see a teenage male, wearing a leather jacket and Jeans, enter the office.
"Now what would a young man like yourself be doing walking into my jail at this hour?" asked the hybrid.
Saint smiled, "Well since you asked so nicely, I'll be happy to tell you. You see when I was in Arkham I ran into Brian Burnham's mother. See, she used to be my high school teacher and was worried about not hearing from her son. Being the nice guy that I am, I offered to take a look into it and see what I could find."
Elliot stared at the teenager, I have got get rid of this kid before he messes up our plans for the future. Finally, he replied "I'm sorry but it is department policy to not discuss cases with civilians. The matter is now in the hands of the State Police. That's all I'm allowed to say."
Saint shook his head and reached for his wallet. Looks like that Bureau 13 issued ID is going to come in handy after all. The young man slowly removed his wallet and showed the ID to the constable. "Constable, I am a Federal Agent on a case so I will ask you again to tell me what you know about Brian Burnham."
Uh Oh, this guys a Fed, Martin will definitely want to know about this.
"Look agent, all I know is that the boy was caught in a robbery and subsequently escaped south out of town in a stolen vehicle."
Saint examined the guy's expression and quickly came to the conclusion that the constable was lying. However, now was not the time to make a scene. Thanking the officer for his time, the Jedi-in-Training left the Jail.
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While Saint was talking to the Constable, Obi Wan used the Force to disguise his presence as he snuck around the back of the building. The Jedi quickly discovered that there was a row of narrow, barred windows near the ground floor of the jail. He paused for a moment to examine the windows in the back alley. The openings are narrow but they shouldn't present any problems for my lightsaber.
Moving slowly down the alley, Obi Wan quickly isolated the location of the second individual. The Jedi pulled himself up and looked inside the cell. There, sitting on a bunk and smoking a cigarette was the missing store manager. Dropping his Force shields, Obi Wan quietly called out to Brian.
"Who are you? What do you want?" asked Brian.
"We are friends of your mother. She was worried that you never called and asked us to see what happened."
Brian grabbed the bars to his cell window, "Look, you have to get me out of here. I don't know what the townspeople intend to do with me. Heck, they didn't even let me make my one phone call."
"You know, the local authorities reported that you attempted to rob a store and that is why you were arrested," said Obi Wan.
Brian shook his head, "No way, I didn't rob anybody. The Billingham family stopped me and Ruth from leaving town. For some reason her father wants Ruth to stay here. I don't know why they made up the story but we had nothing to do with the robbery. Please, you need to get me out of here. I'm afraid they may try to get rid of me permanently."
The boy is lying about the robbery. I can see that now. However, if we don't do something, the boy will be killed. Obi Wan noticed Saint standing by the car and told Brian, "I have to go now but do not worry we will get you out. I promise."
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Saint was starting the engine when his companion sat down. Without looking at his friend, the Jedi reported, "Brian Burnham is in the jail."
Saint nodded, "I knew the constable was lying when he gave me that cock and bull story about Brian leaving town in a stolen vehicle." As the Jedi-in-Training drove off he noticed a group of hybrids entering the jail. "We don't have much time to spring him."
Obi Wan watched the hybrids take up positions at the front of the jail. "I agree, if we wait much longer, I fear he will be killed. However, there are too many people around for us to break Brian out of jail. We need someway to draw them off…." The Jedi became very suspicious as he recognized the look on his companion's face, "Okay Anthony, what kind of scheme are you dreaming up now?"
Saint gave him an evil grin as he explained his idea. "It's real simple when you come down to it. I was wondering is you noticed that electric lights are rare sights in this town. It appears that a large portion of still has gas lamps. Here's the plan. I want you to position yourself near Brian's jail cell. Stay out of sight and wait for my signal."
Obi Wan shuddered as he remembered another of Saint's 'signals'. In a matter of fact voice he asked, "Okay, what are you going to blow up now?"
Saint thought about acting innocent but decided against it, "I noticed a house with a 'For Rent' sign that still had it's gas hooked up. I'm going to park the car closer to the jail and set up the diversion. The explosion should draw everybody away from the jail. When everybody leaves, use your light saber to cut open an exit, grab Brian, and get to the car. As soon as we get him we make like a bat out of hell and return to Arkham."
The car slowed down and Obi Wan bailed out to get to his position. I hope this works thought the Jedi as he watched his friend drive off.
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A short distance from the jail, Saint parked the car and quickly moved back to the house he planned on using as a diversion. He walked up to the door, set his lightsaber for a short blade, and cut off the lock. Quickly moving to the kitchen, he noticed that while the house was empty the gas did indeed still work.
Wonder if there's anything I can use?
A quick search turned up a candle and matches. This definitely has possibilities. thought the Jedi-in-Training. Saint moved over to the stove and snuffed the pilot light. With the flame extinguished, he walked up stairs and went to work. First, he made sure that all windows were shut and tightly sealed. Next, he began turning on the gas lights, but without any flames.
The downstairs rooms were given the same treatment as he returned to the kitchen. Finally, he finished prepping the house by turning on the burners. With the odorless gas filling the house, Anthony moved to the porch.
Once on the porch, the young man cracked the front door. Lighting the candle, he placed it on the doorstep.
His part done, the young man moved quickly towards the car. Saint opened the car door and sat down, waiting for the show to begin. Second later, the windows and door on the empty house flew across the street as a massive natural gas explosion went off.
Watching parts of the roof rise into the shy on a pillar of orange flame, one thought ran through the young man's brain. Showtime
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By using the Force to mask his presence, Obi Wan was able to slip past the hybrid guards and position himself in the alley near Brian's cell. A loud explosion ripped the air and for a second the night sky turned day. The Jedi only shook his head and thought, Oh Anthony, what is it with you and explosions?
The Jedi was not the only one affected by the blast. Within seconds, the guards had left to investigate just what had blown up. Obi Wan noted the guard's absence and crept up to the window. Luckily, there were no guards inside when the Jedi looked through the window. He tossed a pebble into the cell to get Brian's attention.
When the boy looked in his direction, Obi Wan quietly told him to get back. Once Brian was safely away from the window, the Jedi activated his lightsaber and quickly cut a hole that was big enough for the boy to get through.
Brian stared at the shaft of blue light that had appeared out of nowhere and began cutting a hole in the jail house wall. "What is that?" asked the boy.
Obi Wan waved his hand in front of Brian's face and in a monotone stated, "You did not see anything unusual. I was able to make the hole by using a new version of everyday primacord."
Brian dully repeated what was said. Soon afterwards, the boy felt something grab his arm. He quickly noticed that his rescuer pulling him into the alley.
"We need to go now before the guards return" suggested Obi Wan.
Brian nodded and followed the Jedi to the waiting car. Upon entering the car, he remembered his girl friend and yelled out, "We have to go back and get Ruth!"
Saint shook his head, "No can do. This town will be swarming with townspeople wanting our heads on a platter. We need to get while the gettings good."
Brian moved over and began to open the car door. Obi Wan spotted the boy's action and pulled the boy back. "Now, just what do you think you are doing?"
"If you two aren't going to help me get Ruth, then I'll do it on my own," argued Brian.
Obi Wan turned to Saint, "Now you see why Jedi aren't allowed to have relationships. They frequently make one or both of the partners take ill advised actions."
Saint turned the wheel and began driving back to the Billingham house. "Okay, we'll get your girl only if she wants to go." Driving with one hand, he reached down to unsnap his pistol holster. "Something tells me that we will be expected so stay sharp."
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The escape did not go unnoticed. Constable Nathan Birch, a pudgy, stooped hybrid with narrow eyes and a wide, malicious grin, had returned to the jail to get the prisoner ready for transportation to the Order of Dagon. For a second, he did not move as he stared at the big square opening in the wall that used to hold a barred window. Shaking off his stupor, he quickly ran to the nearest phone and began dialing.
"Hello, Mr. Marsh, the prisoner has escaped. Yes sir, we did have guards surrounding the jail like you told us. However a nearby house had a gas explosion and when I got back to get the boy, somebody had cut open a hole in the wall, allowing the boy to escape. Yes sir, I'll tell Chief Constable Martin and round up a posse to recapture the boy."
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As Saint pulled onto Adams Street, the hair on the back of his neck rose. Turning to Obi Wan, he voiced a warning, "I've got a real bad feeling that we are about to walk into an ambush." Glancing back to the boy in the back seat, "Brian have you ever fired a pistol?"
"Yeah, my dad taught me to shoot back in Sparta. I should still remember the basics."
Saint reached between the seats and pulled out his spare H&K and handed it to the store manager. "You can use my spare H&K Mk23. It's a .45 caliber semiautomatic pistol with a twelve round clip. Do not shoot unless I tell you to do so. We may still get through this without resorting to any unnecessary violence."
They had just pulled in front of the Billingham House when all Hell broke loose. Three of the frog-creatures that attacked Saint and Katie back in California sprang from their hiding place and rushed forward. They quickly began clambering on the roof of the car, pressing their flaccid, batrachian features against the windshield and began beating on the glass with their clawed fists.
Saint turned to Obi Wan and nonchalantly observed, "Well so much for not resorting to unnecessary violence." The Jedi-in-Training pointed his weapon at the Deep One pounding on the driver's side windshield and pumped three hollowpoints into the frog-like face.
Warren Billingham had returned home after his wife called him with the details of the Jedi's visit. He quickly appeared on the porch wielding a Remington hunting rifle. Ignoring the squirming Deep Ones crawling all over the car, Warren fired a shot at the car. The bullet missed Brian by inches as it passed by his face. He pulled the bolt back and was about to fire a second shot when his daughter appeared and knocked the weapon aside.
Ruth had also heard the commotion and spotted Brian in the back seat. To her horror, her father had already shot at the car and she was not going to let him get off a second shot. After messing up her father's aim, the young woman ran across the yard to the car.
Warren was not about to let his daughter leave with that boy if he could help it. He quickly chased after Ruth and tackled her before she got halfway to the car. Brian had been watching the scene play out from the back seat of the car. As Ruth was being sent sprawling across the front lawn, he sarcastically said, "I think she wants to come, don't you?"
Saint did not have time to answer as Brian threw open the door and rushed to rescue his girlfriend. He quickly shot a second Deep One through the open door. Shaking his head, he observed, "That boy is going to get himself killed before this is over. Obi Wan go help Brian."
Warren was about to drag his daughter back to the house when he spotted Brian get out of the car. The man quickly released his daughter and dove towards his rifle. He was about to shoot the boy when an unseen gust of wind appeared and jerked the weapon from his hands and sending him flying across the yard.
Brian and Ruth were focused on each other and did not notice her father getting slammed across the yard. The two lovers embraced and rushed back to the car. While the two teens fastened their seatbelts, Saint noticed some movement off in the distance. Uh oh
"WE GOT COMPANY! HANG ON!!" Saint yelled out as he slammed his foot onto the accelerator. The smell of burnt rubber hang in the air as the rental sped off into the night, bullets whizzing by.
In a calm voice Obi Wan commented, "They have firearms. Now would be a good time to get out of town."
Saint growled, "You think? Well let's see if they can keep up.
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The car had not gotten more than the outskirts of town when the engine began conking out. Saint listened to the engine sputter and die, This is not good. the passengers became visibly upset as the car pulled over to the side of the Rowley Road.
Ruth was not a happy girl. Her big chance to leave the small town appeared to be vanishing before her very eyes. In a sarcastic voice she asked Saint as he tried restarting the engine, "Would it help if I got and pushed?"
The Jedi-in-Training spun around and replied, "It just might."
With a resigned sigh, Obi Wan got out of the car, "Well it looks like we are walking back to Arkham."
A very unhappy Saint responded, "Thank you o' master of the obvious." He quickly popped open the hood and checked the engine. "We've been sabotaged. Somebody messed up the oil pump. We were lucky to get this far."
Brian helped Ruth out of the car and turned back to look at the town one last time. Something was not right. "I'll say this much, you do know how to stage a rescue. It looks like half of the town is on fire thanks to your little diversion."
Obi Wan looked to where the store manager was pointing, "Anthony, you do realize that you will be in, as you Americans say, in hot water when word of this little escapade reaches General Gordon, not to mention St. Wolf and Detective Heart."
"Gee, you really know how to find the silver lining," responded Saint.
Ruth decided to join in, "Uh guys, can we save this discussion until AFTER we get to safety? There's a bunch of torches coming out of the town and in this direction!"
Saint pulled out his H&K and checked to see if there was a round in the chamber. "The girl is right let's get going. I'll take point. Brian and Ben you two secure the rear and Ruth, you stay between me and Brian."
A thick fog began quickly rolling in from the sea. At it got closer to the group, they began to notice weird sounds and a foul smell coming from within.
It was up to Ruth to voice what the others were thinking, "Lets get out of here like NOW!!!
TBC
Author's Note: The incident that Klyde is describing is based on what Clive Cussler, one of the best adventure writers I have had the honor of reading, went through when he went looking for the CSS Alabama of Brest. The lines spoken by some of the residents in Innsmouth came directly from the various stories written by HP Lovecraft. For those who are interested in reading more about Innsmouth and the denizens of Lovecraft's world, go to http://www.gizmology.net/lovecraft/works/. There, you can find the complete works by this author. His two stories, "The Call of Cthulhu" and "The Shadow Over Innsmouth", were the inspiration and source for the last two chapters.
In "Chapter 7: The Raid on Innsmouth", Saint and Obi Wan escape and start organizing a massive assault to eliminate the infestation. Expect to see elements of Rainbow, Bureau 13, and various other groups getting dragged into helping do this 'good deed'.
To my readers, with this chapter, I tried expanding up some ideas introduced in the previous chapter. What did you think about the visit to Innsmouth and frog-like Deep Ones as villains? Also, how do you feel about a Sith Lord coming to Earth and taking over a major terrorist group?
The Merry Prankster
Chapter Six: Shadow Over the Hellmouth
"…dark legends have clustered for generations about the crumbling, half-deserted Innsmouth and it's people. There are tales of horrible bargains about the year 1850, and of a strange element 'not quite human' in the ancient families of the run-down fishing port ~ tales such as only old-time Yankees can devise and repeat with proper awesomeness."
~H.P. Lovecraft, "The Thing on the Doorstep"
Heart Residence
Los Angeles, California
September 27, 2000
0800 hours
(The Wandererverse)
"That wasn't very nice," commented Katie.
Saint finished packing his shaving kit and looked up, "What are you talking about?"
The Amazon walked up to her boyfriend and smacked him up side the head. "I'm talking about waiting for Qui Gon to walk out of the bathroom before suggesting that Jessica might find her answers by talking to him. Then, you followed up by ducking out of the room so that your teacher is left answering all of her questions."
Saint walked over to the closet and grabbed his Heckler and Koch Mk23 pistol and placed it in his suitcase. He unconsciously rubbed his shoulders as he remembered the consequences of his actions. Yeah, Master Jinn was not pleased at all. It was a mistake showing him "The Empire Strikes Back". I'm still sore from running three miles carrying a backpack loaded with sixty pounds of steel.
"Katie, you know as well as I do that your red haired friend was not going to leave it at the explanations we gave back at St. Wolf's place. It's bad enough that she knows about Jedis and the fact that there is a universe where Star Wars is real. However, she's not ready to know everything about Section 7, the Amazons, and the other nasties out there."
Katie bushed off a speck of dirt off her blue blouse. "You have a point. She was starting to bug me about anything else we hadn't told her about."
"Right, knowing Jessica, she would be contacting Arty within the hour if she knew you were an Amazon."
"What about getting her a guardian spirit?"
Saint finished packing and placed the suitcase by the door, "Lets hold off on that. She has enough to digest with the knowledge that Jedis are real. If we were to let her know about guardian spirits, then there would be no stopping her from getting into other matters."
"Okay, we'll shelve that idea for now." Katie stared at her boyfriend's flight suit and asked, "Tell me again how you were able to get Obi Wan a ride on your copter. Better yet, how did you manage to borrow one of your unit's Blackhawks for the trip to Massachusetts?"
Saint gave her an indulgent smile, "Elementary my dear Miss Heart. Thanks to General Gordon, I was able to get authorization for a TDY with one of the East Coast units that will cover me for my stay back East. Obi Wan, by means of his association with Section 7's cover agency, is able to ride along because he is acting as a government agent. Once again thanks to General Gordon and Bureau 13."
"How did you manage that? I thought Gordon was still angry over our little joy ride on the California freeway."
"Oh, don't get me wrong. He was still irritated over the incident. But, once I showed him the evidence pointing towards Innsmouth, he gave his blessing."
The two teens began walking down the stairs. Right before reaching the front door, the Amazon hugged the Jedi and whispered, "Are you sure you don't want me to come with you? If what we suspect turns out to real, you are going to need some backup."
Saint returned the hug, "I would really love to bring you along but both you and Jessica have classes that neither of you cannot afford to miss. Plus, the Guard frowns on aircrew taking along their significant others on these flights. Obi Wan and I should be able to handle a simple recon mission by ourselves. If we find something, I'll make a few calls and get the people I need to finish the job."
Katie stopped her boyfriend at the car and gave him a farewell hug. "Be sure to call me when you get there and let me know you arrived in one piece."
Saint laughed, "And if I don't make it, I won't call. In any case, don't worry. I mean, what kind of trouble could Obi Wan and I get into?"
"Don't go there. Just be safe."
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Lawrence Antiques
Sunnydale, California
0930 hours
September 27, 2000
(The Wandererverse)
Carol was finishing ringing up her latest sale when she noticed an older gentleman enter the shop. Walking over to the gentleman, she asked, "Can I help you?"
Klyde Kustler, world renowned author and wreck hunter, looked up from the 16th century Spanish Moran helmet he had been examining. The author smiled and shook his head, "Thank you, I was just examining this helmet. It is rare to find Spanish armor or any armor in such a good condition."
Carol grinned, "You appear to be knowledgeable on the subject." The shop owner picked up a ledger and began turning pages. "We just got this piece back in February, 1999. Steve is about to list it on our internet site."
"You wouldn't happen to be referring to a Steve St. Wolf, would you?"
"Yes, he helps my husband and I with the business. He is in the office would you like to talk to him?"
Klyde, playing with a piece of paper in his pocket, responded "I would appreciate it. While I am interested in the helmet, I really dropped by to talk to Steve."
The two began walking to the back of the store. Carol turned to the author and asked, "How do you know Steve?"
"We've run into each other off and on over the years. I've purchased a few antiques from him over the years and he's helped me out researching some of my books."
Carol stopped at a closed door and knocked once. Sticking her head in, she called out, "Steve, there's a gentleman here to see you." Turning back to the author, she asked "I didn't get your name?"
Klyde grinned, replying "Just tell Steve that 'Dad' is here to see him."
Carol relayed the information to St. Wolf and showed the author into the office. Seeing that everything was in hand, she excused herself and went back to helping customers.
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Steve finished updating the store's website and saved the data. Getting up, he greeted the author with a handshake and a grin. "It's good to see you again. How long has it been?"
Klyde thought for a moment before replying, "I seem to recall it was right after I had my run-in with the French navy when I was looking for the HMS Charybdis."
Steve remembering the incident nodded, "Yeah the French secret service was ready to throw your crew in jail for interrupting the sea trials of their newest missile boat. You lucked up running into me and I was able to use my contacts with the French government to get you guys out of the situation."
"Hey, if I knew that beforehand, I would have rescheduled my wreck hunting expedition for another time. In case, I accomplished what I set out to do with photographing the wrecked Dido class cruiser and marking the final resting place of her fallen crew."
Steve snorted and offered the author a seat, "That may be well indeed, but somehow I don't think you came all the way to Sunnydale to reminisce about old times. So, why are you here?"
"Well last week I was attending a car show when I ran into the most interesting young man. An acquaintance of yours, I believe."
Steve closed his eyes and a feeling of dread came over him. This has to have something to do with that car, I know it.
Klyde continued, "Well, the young man was pursuing some neer do wells and borrowed my car, a purple 1931 Ford Hot Rod. I allowed him to take it on the condition that he bring it back in good condition. Unfortunately, there was some damage,"
Steve's feeling of dread deepened, And that kid left right before my old friend shows up. I have a feeling this is not an accident.
"Anthony and I were giving the car a final check when we discovered the bullet holes. While I don't mind helping the authorities' right wrongs and being the civic minded however I would like my property returned in as good a condition as I lend it out."
Steve shook his head, "Don't drag it out. Just let me have it."
"The kid said you would take care of the bill. In fact, he was so nice that he told me where you were, directions on how to get here, and even your work schedule so I would be sure to run into you. Definitely, a good kid."
Steve began rubbing his nose, I'm getting too old for this Shit. with a resigned sigh, the Wanderer pulled out his checkbook. "Okay, how much is this going to cost me?"
Klyde's face became the devil incarnate, "I noticed that you had a 16th century Spanish helmet on display. The price of that piece more than equals the cost of the damage to my car. Why don't you give me the helmet and we'll call it even."
I'm going to kill that kid when he gets back. Better yet, I'll have JD and Qui Gon take care of him. I know JD can think of an appropriate punishment for him.
Steve got up and led the author to the door. "Actually that helmet is worth more than you car. If you still want the helmet I'll subtract the cost of the damage from the price. Robert, Carol, and I have allocated the money raised from the helmet's purchase to help renovate the children's wing at the local hospital. By the way how's your new book coming along?"
Klyde laughed, "You have a deal. Actually the book will be on the store shelves next week. I also happen to have a couple of signed copies in the car that I was intending to take to my next book signing. I'll throw them in as part of the deal."
"Thanks. Lets get you the helmet and I can get back to work."
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Isolated Military Airfield
Khabarovsk, Russia
(Far East Military District)
September 28, 2000
1000 hours
(The Wandererverse)
The airfield at Khabarovsk had once been a major part of the Soviet Union's military deterrence during the Cold War. Now with the breakup of the Soviet Empire, the cost of maintaining the base could not be justified with the current defense budget so the Russian Federation deactivated the one time bomber base and leased it to the private sector.
Throughout the late twentieth century, Department Satan, the counterpart to Bureau 13 had been looking for the right place for a staging base and storage facility. The isolated location of the airfield coupled to its close proximity to the Pacific coast was perfect for the Department's purpose. Acting through the mysterious Mr. Morden, the leader of Department Satan was able to quickly lease the property without anybody asking embarrassing questions.
Omar Hussein walked into the nearest hanger and walked over to the platform in the center of the cavernous building. A technician was busy working the controls when the leader of Department Satan approached his station.
"Is everything working?" asked Omar.
The technician looked up, "Yes sir. According to the data pad your contact supplied outlining how to assemble the transporter and operate it, the device is working perfectly.
Omar rubbed his hands in anticipation, "According to my contact, we should be activating the device right about now."
The black robed technician pressed the receive button and a blinding blue light filled the hanger. Both men blinked to remove the lingering effects of the light and stared at what their benefactor in the other universe had sent them.
Sitting on the transportation pad were twenty ball shape devices. Omar waved his hand at another group of black robed agents, signaling them to bring the Ural truck over to the transporter. Within minutes the pad was cleared and ready to accept the next shipment.
Off to the side, another figure had been waiting in the shadows to emerge. This figure was also dressed in black but unlike the others, he reeked of evil power. Once the Russian made truck had driven out of sight, the figure quietly walked up behind the Department Satan leader.
Omar was focused on the next shipment to arrive on the transport pad and was not aware of the stranger's presence. The stranger had been using the Force to disguise his presence and decided to let Omar know he was there. Suddenly Omar got the feeling that someone was behind him. Turning around, he thought, Something is not right. It feels as if someone is right behi….
Omar reached into his pocket while asking the stranger, "Who are you and how did you get around my guards?"
The stranger pulled the hood off his head to reveal a black haired, gaunt looking face. You know he resembles a young Christopher Lee thought the Department Satan leader.
The figure gave Omar an evil grin while replying, "Calm down my dear Mr. Hussein. I'm sure my master told you I would be arriving with the replacements for the droids you used up so quickly."
Omar took a closer look, "You wouldn't happen to be the apprentice, Darth Sidious mentioned?"
"Yes, my name is Darth Agonius, though for the purpose of blending in with the local population, you may call me Charles Ward."
"Charles Ward?" asked Omar.
Agonius shrugged, "It seems a fairly nondescript name that matches my features and racial type. Those written documents or magazines that a certain young lady provided were most helpful in preparing me for this visit."
Omar quickly changed the subject, "So how did you get in here? I know you did not arrive by transporter or through the doors."
"That same young lady was gracious enough to provide a route to this world and that is all I am going to say about it."
The Department Satan leader shook his head and began walking towards the door, " I suppose you would like to come to my headquarters and be briefed on what has been going on in our fight against the do-gooders."
The Sith Lord quickly followed, "Yes, that would be most appreciative.
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Gabreski International Airport
Arkham, Massacusetts
September 28, 2000
1015 hours
(The Wandererverse)
Obi Wan Kenobi, Jedi Knight and recent recruit to Section 7 waited in lounge for his friend and companion to join him. The Jedi had not been waiting very long before Anthony "Saint" Christopher walked out of the ops room. The Jedi-in-Training tapped Obi Wan on the shoulder and pointed towards the door.
Saint turned back towards his friend, commenting "Well, the debrief didn't take long. I managed to secure a couple of rooms at the VOQ (Visiting Officer's Quarters) for the duration of our stay. So, at least we don't have to worry about finding a hotel"
Jessica Jade and several female members of Section 7 had suggested that the Jedi grow a beard to make him less conspicuous. Finally, Obi Wan gave in and began rubbing that very beard in thought. Jessica was right, the number of people asking for my autograph as dropped to almost zero since growing the beard. Being mistaken for this Ewan MacGregor was beginning to get old.
The two had reached the parking lot when Obi Wan remembered something he had been meaning to ask his companion.
"Anthony, there was something I have been meaning to talk to you about."
Saint opened up the rental car's door and asked, "Yeah, what is it?"
The now bearded Jedi responded, "When we were driving past the antique store where Wanderer works, I noticed that same car you and Katie had driven a couple days ago pulling up."
Saint buckled his seat belt and grinned, "That was 'Dad'. I guess he was coming to collect."
Obi Wan gave his companion a hard stare, "Collect? What did you do this time?"
Saint's face turned into the very picture of evil as he responded, "Despite my best driving and efforts for otherwise, there was some damage to that classic car. When I returned it to the owner, I told 'Dad' to give the bill to Steve."
Obi Wan raised an eyebrow in disbelief, "You passed the bill on to the Wanderer? You are braver than I thought. I take that back. You are bolder than you can afford to be."
Saint began pulling out of the parking lot, "Don't worry. Steve can afford it. The damage was suffered during the duration of a legal action. Katie and I were legitimately pursuing enemy forces who had initiated the fight. Due to the fact that we are members of Section 7 and the other guys attacked first, Section 7 should cover the costs."
"Do you really think that will fly with Sir Steven?"
"Obi Wan, my dear friend you should know by now it is better to do something and ask forgiveness than ask for permission and be turned down. Besides, the look on Steve's face when 'Dad' hands him the bill will be priceless."
The Jedi looked at his friend and shook his head in disbelief, "Anthony, my good friend. Your ego is writing checks your body can't cash."
Saint glanced back at his passenger, observing "I see you watched 'Top Gun' last night. But seriously, we should get a bite to eat and go straight to the 'Q' so we can be ready for tomorrow."
Obi Wan leaned back into his seat, "I agree with you on that point." He closed his eyes for a moment and voiced his thought, "I wonder what happened at the antique store?"
Saint nodded in agreement, "Yeah, I was surprised to learn that 'Dad' had been dealing with St Wolf in antiques and artifacts. Turns out the old guy had been one of St Wolf's customers in antiques and historical artifacts."
The Jedi turned back to the driver and with suspicion in his voice commented, "Let me guess. Not only did you tell this 'Dad' to send the bill to Wanderer, but you gave him directions to the antique store."
Saint grinned, "You know me, always willing to lend a helping hand. I wish I could have seen what went down in the store after we left."
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"Anthony Christopher, is it really you?"
Obi Wan had just finished off his Hawaiian chicken when the woman's question caused him to look in her direction. The speaker, a middle aged female, wearing a conservative blue dress walked up to the Jedi's table.
Anthony also looked up at the question. Recognizing the person, he smiled and offered her a seat at their table. "Mrs. Burnham, how are you doing? I didn't know you were up here." Saint waited for the woman to sit down before offering introductions. "Mrs. Burnham, I'd like to introduce you to my partner and good friend Ben Quigby. Ben, this is Mrs. Burnham. I had the privilege of being in her seventh grade English class back in Sparta, Mississippi."
Margorie Burnham smiled at the young man, seated across from her, "I'm always honored to meet Anthony's friends."
"The pleasure is mine, Mrs. Burnham."
Margorie turned to face Saint, "Now that the introductions are out of the way, what brings you two to Massachusetts?"
Saint took a drink from his glass, "I have been flying helicopters with the Army and now the California National Guard for the last few years and the guard needed someone participate in some exercises being run by the Massachusetts National Guard. Ben also works for one of the Federal agencies and had some official business to take care of so he managed to hitch a ride in my chopper."
The former teacher's eyes rose at the mention of Ben being a Federal agent. Both Jedi recognized her reaction so Saint asked, "Okay, what's wrong? The last time I saw you with that look was when we had that fire break out in the school gym."
Taking a deep breath, the teacher went into her story. "It's my son Brian. You remember him don't you?"
Saint thought for a moment, "Yeah, I seem to recall he had gotten into trouble with the Sparta PD over sneaking into the funeral home."
"Yes, that was the last straw and my husband and I decided to move up here and make a fresh start. We have family up here and it would get Brian away from those hoodlum friends he was hanging around in Sparta. It looked like he was finally getting his life back on track. He graduated from high school and took a job at the First National Grocery Store. It wasn't too long before he was promoted to manage their store in Innsmouth."
Saint noticed that she was about to cry and handed her a napkin. Margory thanked the Jedi-In-Training and continued her story. "Last week I got a call saying that Brian had been arrested by constable for attempting to rob Waites Variety Store. As soon as I heard about the arrest I tried to arrange bail for my son. However, when I called the jail, they said he had escaped town in a stolen vehicle and has not been seen since. I tried talking to the State police but they believed the story."
Obi Wan thought about her story and commented, "Your son has had a history of such activities. Is it possible the Innsmouth authorities are telling the truth?"
Margorie's eyes blazed as she faced the Jedi, "Whatever may have happened, my son would not have left town without letting me know. Even during the worst times in Sparta, he still called me and let me know he was safe. I also got the feeling that the Innsmouth constable wasn't telling the entire story when I talked to him. I have had students try to pull stuff on me and the constable acted in exactly the same manner."
"Mrs. Burnham, would you mind if I have a word with Ben for a second?" When the woman nodded, Saint turned to Obi Wan and in a quiet voice said, "I've got a feeling that she is right. I have this gut feeling that something fishy is happening in that town. Since we are already paying Innsmouth a visit, why don't we see if we can turn up Brian."
Obi Wan nodded, "I agree with you. From what Willow dug up on the internet it's obvious something is happening there. I too have this feeling that Brian may be mixed up in it somehow."
The two Jedi nodded and faced the teacher. It fell to Saint to inform the teacher their decision. "We are already taking a little trip over there in the morning. It will be no problem to do a little checking on Brian as long as we are in town."
Margory got up and hugged her former student, "Thank you. I always knew you could never turn down doing a good deed. Here's my phone number. Just give me a call when you find out something."
Saint returned the hug. "Don't worry we'll bring Brian back home to you one way or another. You can count on us."
Obi Wan waited for the woman to leave before commenting, "Master Jinn was right. You definitely have the soul of a Jedi."
"Thanks Obe, let's pay the check and get some sleep. Tomorrow is going to be a busy day."
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COSTCO
Los Angeles, California
September 28, 2000
1200 hours
(The Wandererverse)
Jessica Jade waited for Katie to turn of the engine before grabbing her arm. "I'm not getting out the car until you tell what is going on around here."
Godzilla, Katie's guardian spirit, stuck his head out of her bag. //This is going to be interesting. I can't wait to see how you answer that question.//
The blonde Amazon gave the guardian spirit one her 'if looks could kill' stares. //Shut up Godzilla or I will ask Anthony to take us flying and give you a seat with a view//.
//Uh, on second thoughts, I think I'll just sit back and stay out of your way//.
//Good idea//.
Katie took her hand off the doorknob and looked her red haired friend in the eyes. "What are you talking about, Jess? I thought Mister Quigby or as you now know, Qui Gon explained everything?"
Jessica reached into her blue windbreaker and pulled out a sheet of paper, "Yes, Master Jinn was quite thorough in explaining how Jedi came to be on Earth. However, there is still the question of what your friends back at Mr. St. Wolf's house doing messing around with military grade weapons. I may not know a lot about guns, but I do know that those weapons aren't something most people keep in their homes." The redhead thought about the look on the Jedi Master's face when Saint ducked out, "Although I did enjoy watching Master Jinn make Anthony run around the back yard with a hundred pound weight in his backpack following the levitation exercise Yoda forced on Luke Skywalker in Empire Strikes Back."
Katie's eyes were gleaming as she remembered the incident, "Yeah that was pretty funny. But back to your question, there are things about my life that you are not ready to know about. I would love to tell you but I don't want to put your life in any other danger." Making sure the other girl was paying attention, Katie slipped off her sunglasses and grasped her shoulders, "You are my best friend and I don't want anything to happen to you. You just have to trust me on this one."
Jessica sat silently for a moment, pondering her friend's words. Finally, she responded "I'll let it go this time. But I will not sit back forever, especially since Ben Quigby turned out to be Obi Wan Kenobi and that attack by those battle droids. A girl has to be prepared and protect herself."
Katie opened the door to the car and got out of the car, "Well you can be prepared just don't go jumping off into something before you are ready. Not to change the subject, but we do need to do what we came here to do."
"You mean getting those cleaning supplies and groceries your mom told you to get?"
"Yeah, part of my punishment is being responsible for the shopping at least in the foreseeable future."
"Look at the bright side!" responded Jessica. "At least you don't have to clean out the animal cages."
"Yeah, there is that" agreed Katie.
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A couple of hours later the two girls walked out of the store, pushing two shopping carts that were filled to the brim. Katie, decided to take a stab at her friend, "You know it's kinda difficult to top dating a Jedi."
Jessica grinned and pointed out the clerk returning the shopping carts. "Oh, I don't know. That cart pusher definitely has nice legs."
Katie laughed but quickly looked towards her car. // Godzilla, what's going on?//
//Two gangbangers are trying to break in. Looks like I need to scare some since into them.// responded the guardian spirit.
//Okay, I'll keep Jessica occupied until they're gone.//
The blonde Amazon deliberately placed herself between her friend and the car and started comparing Saint and Obi Wan to the various young men coming in and out of the store. A few minutes later two visible scared young man came running past them.
//I take it's safe to come to the car?// asked Katie.
Godzilla shifted back from his guardian spirit state, replying //Yeah, it's safe to bring Jessica to the car.//
//Good, cause Mom has a lot of chores for me to take care of.//
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The Gilman House Hotel
702 Federal Street
Innsmouth, Massacusetts
September 29, 2000
1400 hours
(The Wandererverse)
"Well the local accommodations appear to be somewhat lacking" observed Obi Wan.
Saint parked the rental car in front of Innsmouth's only operating hotel. The five story building dated the 1830s when the Gilman family attempted to turn their fortunes around and operate a hotel. For a while, the hotel was prosperous but now the one hundred seventy year old building has stood mostly vacant over the last century.
The Jedi-in-training responded to his friend's observation, "You don't know the half of it." Saint took a long look at the building's crumbling exterior and faded eggshell color and something else caught his attention. Pointing at the upper floors, he mentioned, "Obe, do you notice that the hotel appears to be lacking fire escapes?"
"I noticed that it appears that this establishment is clearly violating state safety regulations. I also noticed that the town appears to be lacking many modern necessities." The Jedi got out of their car and looked around, "It would also appear that most of the buildings date back to the previous century."
Saint took a look at the gas lights, "Yeah it's a regular museum to the nineteenth century. We had better be on our guard, as you like to say, I have a bad feeling about this."
Obi Wan nodded and touched the bottom of his leather jacket. "Yes, I too feel a disturbance in the Force that seems to be centered on this town. Well lets get checked in and we can begin looking around before it gets too dark."
"You know, I was thinking the same thing" added Saint.
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The Marsh Mansion
404 Washington Street
Innsmouth, Massachusetts
September 29, 2000
1500 hours
(The Wandererverse)
"Jebediah, just what have you gotten our family into?"
Barnabas Marsh walked over to his eldest son, waving some documents in the young hybrid's face. 'Old Man Marsh' as Barnabas was known among the locals was well along in his transformation into the frog-like creatures called 'Deep Ones'. He still wore human clothing but all practical purposes the elder is a Deep One masquerading as a man. Due to his transformation, he makes frequent swims out to Devil Reef just off the coast.
Barnabas had spent the years following the government raid getting the survivors together for their eventual return to their home town. It had not been easy but, enough descendants had returned to allow the elders to turn to their ancestor's original design, that of conquest and domination of the world. A world united as one, all worshiping Cthulhu. Now it appeared as if his eldest son had put his plans into danger.
"But dad, Omar Hussein is an ally with more resources than we could ever hope to match in a hundred years. Granted, the Arab is unstable in his attempts to acquire more dark power and his attacks in California did end in defeat. However, he is striking at our foes and each attack by Department Satan, distracts the authorities from us."
Barnabas shuffled over to a desk, "I will grant you that shipment of robots has proven useful in repairing Y'ha-nthlei, our 'cousin's underwater city. Not to mention the fact the battle droids make useful additions to our forces."
Jebediah smiled, "I knew you would see it my way. Don't worry, Omar is staying in his hideout in Russia and promises to keep our alliance secret for now."
"That is good to know, but what about California. Your victims escaped and managed to stay on your trail for some time."
"There is nothing to worry about. The car I used was a rental and I used a fake name and company for the papers. Even if someone discovered that the company I listed is a shell, they would only be directed to another shell company. In any case, there is nothing linking our family to what went down in California."
Barnabas nodded, "Very well, just be very careful. Now that's settled lets turn our attention to the Burnham boy."
"That's been taken care of. The state authorities have been led to believe that the boy escaped the constables and disappeared so nobody will be coming here to look for him. He's currently being held in the jail until tomorrow night when he will be disposed of. We were blessed when he tried breaking into Waite's Variety Store. The Order of Dagon was becoming hard pressed to find a sacrifice."
"See, I told you everything would turn out alright."
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Saint leaned over to Obi Wan and quietly noted, "The grocery store is certainly one of the most modern buildings I've seen yet."
The First National Grocery store was an old brick building located on the southwest side of the current town square. It was obviously one of the most modernized and best maintained structures in town. Exterior electric lights graced the storefront, bathing the surrounding area in light.
Obi Wan agreed with his companion's observation and walked into the store. At first glace, the place appeared like any other store. However, something was not right. A closer look revealed that the cash register had been smashed open. Saint was about to comment on that finding when Ezra Blank, shuffled up.
"I'm sorry but you will have to leave. The store is closed."
Saint motioned for Obi Wan to take the lead. In a soothing voice the Jedi replied, "That's alright, we were not interested in buying anything. Instead we were asked by Mrs. Burnham if we could find out anything about her missing son."
Ezra calmed down, "Yeah, I was real sorry to hear about Brian's disappearance. He was a good boss, always took care of his workers."
Saint commented, "I know what you mean. Is there anything you can tell us about what happened?"
Ezra shook his head, "Sorry, all I know is what I read in the paper."
Obi Wan nodded, "Thank you for your time. We will be on our way."
Ezra waited for the two to leave the store. Once he was certain they were gone, he picked up the phone. "Hello, there were two strangers in here asking about Brian…."
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Saint looked back to the store and commented sarcastically, "Well that was very productive."
Obi Wan held up his hand, "Actually it was productive, but not in the normal sense of the word. While the clerk did not give any useful information did you notice anything unusual about the store?"
"You mean besides the smashed cash register?" asked Saint. The young man though back to the store and remembered, "Now that I think about it. One of the double-hung windows at the front of the store appeared to have been recently repaired."
"I took the liberty of taking a longer look at the window while you were talking to the clerk. It appeared to have been pushed inward from outside by someone of great strength and hastily repaired."
The two Jedi began walking down the street. "Yeah, on the way out, I also noticed there were raking gouges in the wood surrounding the outside part of the window. It reminded me of damage caused by great claws."
"It is becoming obvious that there is something going on in this town. Now we just have to find out what it is. What is the next stop on our list?"
"I believe a visit to see a Mr. Thomas Waite at his store is in order since that is where Brian supposedly tried to rob a safe."
Saint and Obi Wan were walking across the village green when somebody hissing at them. The two turned around to face a short, homeless man sitting on a bench.
"You are the two strangers asking about that Burnham boy?" asked the man.
"Saint looked to Obi Wan and nodded. Reaching down to give the old man some change, Saint responded, "Yes, is there anything you can tell us?"
A look of fear came over the old man's face. He quickly began looking around as if to see if anybody was watching them. Pointing towards a nearby ally, the man said, "Not here is the open. Meet me in that ally in ten minutes and I'll tell you what I can."
With that the old man walked off. Obi Wan turned to Saint and asked, "I have a feeling that man will be able to give us some useful information."
"Yeah, that's the same feeling I got. Our ten minutes are up. Let's go see what he can tell us."
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The two Jedi walked across the street and ducked into the ally. The old man was standing next to a dumpster. Saint walked over to him and asked, "Now what can you tell us?"
The old man looked around for a couple of minutes. Finally, he started his story. "My name is Zadok Allen. I was once a fisherman until the fish dried up and I've been living on charity ever since."
"I'm sorry to hear that Mr. Allen. But what can you tell us?" prodded Obi Wan.
Zadok gave the two a pleading look, "Haow'd ye like to be livin' in a taown like this, with everything a-rottin' an' a-dyan, an' boarded-up, monsters crawlin' an' bleatin' an' barkin' an hoppin'' araoun black cellars an attics every way ye turn? Hey? Haow'd ye like to hear the haowlin' night arter night from the churches an Order o' Dagon Hall, an' know what's doin' part of the haowlin? Haow'd ye like to hear what comes from that awful reef every May-Eve an' Hallowmass? Hey?..... Wal, Sir, let me tell ye that ain't the wurst!... Yew wants to know what the reel horror is, hey? Wal, it's this-- it aint what them fish-devils hez done, but what they're a-goin to do!"
Saint let out a whistle, he commented to Obi wan, "Well I'd say this definitely confirms Willow's information pointing towards this town as the Deep-One's home base."
"I agree. Even if it isn't, I definitely feel a disturbance in the Force centered on this town." Obi wan turned back to the old man, "Mr. Allen that is very interesting. However, is there anything you can tell us about what happened to Brian Burham?"
Zadok looked around, "If he's anything like the others, he is dead or soon will be. They keep the live ones lock up in the jail until it's time."
"Thank you Mr. Allen. Your help is greatly appreciated." Said Obi Wan as the old guy scurried off.
Saint commented, "Looks like we don't have a lot of time. We had better find Brian and get the Hell out of here before the locals kill Brian and come after us."
"I believe we should still visit the store and see if anything useful turns up."
Saint gave his friend a short bow, "Lead the way oh, "Serene One."
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Unfortunately, someone had noticed the two Jedi talking with the old man. Looking out from around the curtains, Vera Southwich, a homely, bulgy-eyed hybrid harridan, picked up the phone and began to talk, "Constable Martin, old Zadok Allen has been talking to the strangers. I know. If I see anything else, I'll give you a call."
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Abandoned Missile Base
Somewhere in Uzbekistan
1600 hrs
September 29, 2000
(Wandererverse)
The leader of Department Satan rushed back to his headquarters after ensuring that the shipment had arrived. Closing his office door, Omar began reviewing the new droids features. Let's see, energy shields that can stop both laser and projectiles. Ooh, they even come equipped with four auto blasters. You know that gives me an idea.
With an evil grin, Omar picked up the phone and made a call, "Mr. Morden, I once again have need of your services. Yes, I am satisfied with the work you have done in recent history. I need you to fly to Moscow and visit Samed Vezirzade. I need his people to stage an attack at the same time the Oman operation kicks off so this Rainbow will be unable to cover both operations as well as the others I plan on doing. I'm counting on you and the standard fee will be waiting in your bank account upon your return."
Darth Agonius had walked in just as Omar was hanging up. The Sith lord sat in a chair near the Department Satan leader's desk and asked, "Was that something I should know about?"
Omar stood up and walked over to a wall map. "As you know, there are many organizations working against our plans on this world. In order to accomplish our goals, we need to weaken those forces. Therefore, I have been staging minor attacks throughout the world so that we can observe response times and how our enemies operate. We are now ready for the next step."
"And that step would be," prompted Agonius.
"The next step involves simultaneous attacks occurring at different parts of the globe. Eventually, we will reach a point when our enemies will be spread too thin to counter our next moves. Once the enemy is spread out dealing with these multiple terrorist attacks, we will make our main thrusts and begin the process that will lead to Department Satan controlling the world's governments,"
Agonius listened to the Department Satan leader reveal his plans while thinking, Hmm, it appears that my own chance to take over this organization is at hand. Now all I have to do is give Hussein enough rope to hang himself with. Finally, Agonius got up, saying "That's very interesting. But I need to check up on the technicians assembling the new Destroyer Droids."
Omar waited for the Sith to leave before making his next phone call. At last I have a chance to take out that Wanderer and his blonde bitch. I may not be strong enough to hit his home base, but I can use those Destroyer Droids to eliminate that threat when they are outside.
Omar listened as the phone rang. Finally, the other party picked up. Omar immediately issued orders for the attack. "I'm sending you a new weapon that should give you a fighting chance against the Wanderer. When the items arrive, I want you to hit him and his mate when they are out on patrol. Understand? Good"
His call completed, Omar leaned back in his chair and smiled.
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Unknown to Omar, Agonius heard every word. Feeling a nearby presence, the Sith turned around to face a dark haired woman.
"It's not very wise to sneak up on a Sith Lord" snarled Agonius.
Discord smiled, this was better than even she could have imagined. Holding up her hands, she told him, "Don't worry, I have no intention of getting in a fight with you right now. After all, what would your master think if his student were to attack his benefactor?"
The Sith nodded and removed his hand from his lightsaber, "So you are the mysterious benefactor who aids my master in his vengeance against this 'Saint' character."
"You got it. It looks like our friend Omar is going to use those new Destroyer Droids to attack St Wolf on his home turf." Discord shook her head and smiled, "Of course, the Wanderer and his mate are too powerful for even those weapons. The droids will all be eliminated of course."
Agonius returned the smile, "As my master has foreseen, this Hussein is a fool who squanders his forces on ill planned and timed fiascos."
"Just like the previous attacks, this too will fail and serve only to alert the Wanderer to the approaching threat" added Discord.
The Sith and Greek goddess began walking down the hallway. "It appears that Department Satan will be requiring a change in leadership shortly," observed Agonius.
"Your master places great faith in you. I await your takeover of this organization's leadership posts." With that word, Discord vanished.
Agonius stared at the empty space before continuing towards the nearby storage building.
As he entered the building, he thought,With the proper leadership, Department Satan can be a force to reckon with. I await the chance to show Lord Siddious what I can do with this group.
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The Fire Station
100 Paine St.
Innsmouth, Massachusetts
September 29, 2000
1640 hours
(The Wandererverse)
Saint pulled into the fire station's parking lot. Like most buildings in the fishing town, the station itself was a small tumble-down structure in need of repair and up keep. The Jedi-in-Training was able to see two fire engines through the opened doors. Man, those fire engines should be in a museum rather than an operating fire house. Upon getting out of the car, he took a closer look at the nearest engine, obviously broken down and sitting on cinder blocks. I take it back, they should be in a scrap heap. No self respecting museum would even consider touching that P.O.S.
Obi Wan also looked at the deteriorating condition of the fire house. The visit to Waites Variety Store had turned out to be a dead end. While Thomas Waite showed none of the fish-like features common to many of the townspeople, he barely acknowledged the two visitors when they entered his store. Instead he just stared at a faded photograph. Thinking back to the visit, The Jedi thought, I almost feel sorry for him. His despair would be obvious to the newest padawan. Oh well, maybe we'll have better success with the firefighters.
There were a half-dozen men lounging around the ancient fire engines. Saint let his friend take the lead this time. I hope Obi Wan has better luck than I did with Mr. Waite. thought the teenager.
Unfortunately, the Jedi had no better luck with the firemen than Saint had with Mr. Waite. In any case, the men had proved rather reluctant to talk. Conversations about the weather and other mundane subjects were quite easy. Even with aid of the Force and bribes of cash and drinks, all questions concerning Innsmouth and its secrets drew blank looks and mumbled denials. Finally, the two teens gave up and left the firehouse. It was upon leaving the firehouse that they got their first break.
The two Jedi were about to drive off when they were approached by Jake, a stubbly-bearded fireman in his 50s. The visibly nervous fireman looked over his shoulder as he told them, "Meet me at the inlet north of town ~Kelly's Cove~ just after dusk. Don't let no one see ya come up there. Bring me a bottle of whisky and some of that foldin' money you're sportin'. Jake'll take care of you."
Saint looked over to Obi Wan. Nodding in unspoken agreement, the young man replied, "We'll be there."
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While waiting for dusk, the two young men drove around town, making note of the decaying structures and unique traits exhibited by the townspeople. Finally after dusk the two arrived at Kelly's Cove. Saint and Obi Wan got out and began comparing notes.
"It looks like young Brian is still being held at the jail," observed Obi Wan.
"Yeah, I got the same impression when we drove past it. Of course with the local law enforcement hanging around, we couldn't get too good a look. However, all evidence points to it. There was also wrong about that Esoteric Order of Dagon building. I was getting major dark side vibes oozing out of that place."
Obi Wan nodded, "I felt the same thing and noticed that quite a few people sporting that 'Innsmouth Look' were entering the building as if something was about to happen."
Saint reached into his pocket and held up his cell phone. "With all that's been going on, I have a feeling I'm going to be wearing out this baby."
A rustling noise cut off any further conversation as the two men turned to face whoever was coming. After a few moments, Jake showed up and demanded his payment. Saint held up a bottle of Jack Daniels he had managed to acquire and told the fireman that he would be paid after he tells them what he knew about the town and the disappearance of Brian Burnham.
The fireman motioned them to join him near the shore. After making sure they were truly alone, he began his tale.
"Ya know,that kid started aout all wrong here, takin' up with that Billingham gal arter bein' here less'n a month. Her daddy owns the fishpackin' plant ye know? Jes' abouth the only place a fellah can git a job araoun' here these day, eh? If thet kid was a-fixin' ta make sure that newfangled business didn't make no money, then messin' around with ol'man Billingham's fav'rite darter's a darn good way to do it."
Obi Wan turned to Saint and commented, "The mystery is becoming clearer now." Turning to Jake, the Jedi asked him to continue his tale.
"Now this girl of his, Ruth, she's been tryin' ta get herself outa this town ever since she's old enough ta think fer herself. She took up with 'bout any salesman ever set foot in this town -an' her only fifteen when thet started. Anyways, when thet kid come inta town she set her sights on him real quick. Me an' the boys could see thet easy enough. Seems like the kid musta fell fer her pretty hard too. She is a danged pretty thing, even if she has got the 'look,' if ya know what I mean."
Saint nodded and told Obi Wan, "I feel that a talk with this Ruth Billingham may be in order."
"Lissen, thet's all I can tell ya, they'll miss me back in taown. Don't folla me. You can't have them seein' us together too much. And ya might want to see what thet girl can tell ya' about the kid." With this last word, the fireman disappeared into the darkness, back towards the town.
Saint stared at the spot recently vacated by the fireman. Finally, he turned to his friend and said, "The Billingham House it is."
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The drive back to town was uneventful. There was a noticeable lack of cars on the road. Doesn't appear many people own cars in these parts thought the young man.
Finally, the car arrived at the two story Georgian home on Adams Street belonging to Warren and Judith Billingham. The two men walked up to the front door and rang the doorbell. Footsteps were heard approaching the door. Finally, the door opened to reveal Warren's 17 year old daughter, Ruth.
Ruth Billingham was a beautiful 17-year old, despite her slightly protuberant eyes and wider than normal mouth. Seeing the Jedi, her eyes narrowed as she asked them what they wanted.
Saint put on his most disarming smile and used the Force to make her more receptive to his questions. "Miss, we are looking for Brian Burnham and had been told you might know something that can help us."
Ruth began to answer but quickly shook her head to clear her thoughts. "Look, who are you, who hired you, and why should I be talking with you?"
Saint sighed and thought Maybe, I do need more training with the mind trick. I seem to be batting zero lately.
"Miss, my name is Anthony Christopher. Brian's mother is my former teacher from when I lived in Sparta. Ben and I ran into Mrs. Burnham in Arkham and she told me what had happened including the breaking into Waite's store."
Ruth shook her head in denial, "I didn't have anything to do with that robbery."
Obi Wan cut in, "We're not saying you did. However, Brian is in danger of losing his life and if there is anything you can tell us that might save his life, we would be deeply grateful."
Ruth became visibly upset and started to shake. In a trembling voice, she pleaded "Go find Brian and rescue him, please. We were trying to leave town when this happened. I beg of you please help Brian and I out of this town."
Soon afterwards, a plain-looking, middle-aged woman silently appeared in the doorway. Glaring at Saint and Obi Wan, she ordered her daughter, "Ruth, go to your room. NOW!"
Waiting for her daughter to leave, she turned her attention to the two young men. "We know nothing about the Burnham boy. Good Day!"
The woman slammed the door after telling the two good day. Saint turned to his friend and noting, "Have you noticed that this doesn't seem to be our day for warm welcomes?"
Obi Wan just walked to the car, not saying a word.
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Saint pulled up to the Innsmouth Jail and turned off the engine. Without taking his eyes off the structure, he asked, "Do you sense anything unusual about that place?"
Obi Wan closed his eyes and reached out through the force. "There appears to be two people in the building, one in the front and the other in the back."
"I've got an idea. Why don't you sneak around back and see if you can look through the windows and see if our missing store manager is still there. While you're doing that I'll go visit the good constable and see if I can turn up anything."
Obi Wan grabbed his friend's arm as he vacated the car. "I've got a bad feeling about this place, the building in front of us, and if you want to get down to it, the entire town concerns me."
Saint pulled out his HK 23 and released the magazine. Making sure that the Bureau 13 modified weapon was loaded and in good order, he replaced the weapon in it's holster. "Don't worry, I'll be sure to avoid any entanglements."
Obi Wan looked on as his friend walked up to the front door. And that's what worries me.
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Constable Elliot Ropes, a huge and thickly-muscled hybrid, had drawn the night's duty of watching the jail's one and only prisoner. More beast than man, the constable was a incredibly ugly specimen with bulging eyes, scaling skin, and a protruding jaw. A bell placed over the doorway began ringing as the front door opened. Elliot looked up to see a teenage male, wearing a leather jacket and Jeans, enter the office.
"Now what would a young man like yourself be doing walking into my jail at this hour?" asked the hybrid.
Saint smiled, "Well since you asked so nicely, I'll be happy to tell you. You see when I was in Arkham I ran into Brian Burnham's mother. See, she used to be my high school teacher and was worried about not hearing from her son. Being the nice guy that I am, I offered to take a look into it and see what I could find."
Elliot stared at the teenager, I have got get rid of this kid before he messes up our plans for the future. Finally, he replied "I'm sorry but it is department policy to not discuss cases with civilians. The matter is now in the hands of the State Police. That's all I'm allowed to say."
Saint shook his head and reached for his wallet. Looks like that Bureau 13 issued ID is going to come in handy after all. The young man slowly removed his wallet and showed the ID to the constable. "Constable, I am a Federal Agent on a case so I will ask you again to tell me what you know about Brian Burnham."
Uh Oh, this guys a Fed, Martin will definitely want to know about this.
"Look agent, all I know is that the boy was caught in a robbery and subsequently escaped south out of town in a stolen vehicle."
Saint examined the guy's expression and quickly came to the conclusion that the constable was lying. However, now was not the time to make a scene. Thanking the officer for his time, the Jedi-in-Training left the Jail.
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While Saint was talking to the Constable, Obi Wan used the Force to disguise his presence as he snuck around the back of the building. The Jedi quickly discovered that there was a row of narrow, barred windows near the ground floor of the jail. He paused for a moment to examine the windows in the back alley. The openings are narrow but they shouldn't present any problems for my lightsaber.
Moving slowly down the alley, Obi Wan quickly isolated the location of the second individual. The Jedi pulled himself up and looked inside the cell. There, sitting on a bunk and smoking a cigarette was the missing store manager. Dropping his Force shields, Obi Wan quietly called out to Brian.
"Who are you? What do you want?" asked Brian.
"We are friends of your mother. She was worried that you never called and asked us to see what happened."
Brian grabbed the bars to his cell window, "Look, you have to get me out of here. I don't know what the townspeople intend to do with me. Heck, they didn't even let me make my one phone call."
"You know, the local authorities reported that you attempted to rob a store and that is why you were arrested," said Obi Wan.
Brian shook his head, "No way, I didn't rob anybody. The Billingham family stopped me and Ruth from leaving town. For some reason her father wants Ruth to stay here. I don't know why they made up the story but we had nothing to do with the robbery. Please, you need to get me out of here. I'm afraid they may try to get rid of me permanently."
The boy is lying about the robbery. I can see that now. However, if we don't do something, the boy will be killed. Obi Wan noticed Saint standing by the car and told Brian, "I have to go now but do not worry we will get you out. I promise."
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Saint was starting the engine when his companion sat down. Without looking at his friend, the Jedi reported, "Brian Burnham is in the jail."
Saint nodded, "I knew the constable was lying when he gave me that cock and bull story about Brian leaving town in a stolen vehicle." As the Jedi-in-Training drove off he noticed a group of hybrids entering the jail. "We don't have much time to spring him."
Obi Wan watched the hybrids take up positions at the front of the jail. "I agree, if we wait much longer, I fear he will be killed. However, there are too many people around for us to break Brian out of jail. We need someway to draw them off…." The Jedi became very suspicious as he recognized the look on his companion's face, "Okay Anthony, what kind of scheme are you dreaming up now?"
Saint gave him an evil grin as he explained his idea. "It's real simple when you come down to it. I was wondering is you noticed that electric lights are rare sights in this town. It appears that a large portion of still has gas lamps. Here's the plan. I want you to position yourself near Brian's jail cell. Stay out of sight and wait for my signal."
Obi Wan shuddered as he remembered another of Saint's 'signals'. In a matter of fact voice he asked, "Okay, what are you going to blow up now?"
Saint thought about acting innocent but decided against it, "I noticed a house with a 'For Rent' sign that still had it's gas hooked up. I'm going to park the car closer to the jail and set up the diversion. The explosion should draw everybody away from the jail. When everybody leaves, use your light saber to cut open an exit, grab Brian, and get to the car. As soon as we get him we make like a bat out of hell and return to Arkham."
The car slowed down and Obi Wan bailed out to get to his position. I hope this works thought the Jedi as he watched his friend drive off.
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A short distance from the jail, Saint parked the car and quickly moved back to the house he planned on using as a diversion. He walked up to the door, set his lightsaber for a short blade, and cut off the lock. Quickly moving to the kitchen, he noticed that while the house was empty the gas did indeed still work.
Wonder if there's anything I can use?
A quick search turned up a candle and matches. This definitely has possibilities. thought the Jedi-in-Training. Saint moved over to the stove and snuffed the pilot light. With the flame extinguished, he walked up stairs and went to work. First, he made sure that all windows were shut and tightly sealed. Next, he began turning on the gas lights, but without any flames.
The downstairs rooms were given the same treatment as he returned to the kitchen. Finally, he finished prepping the house by turning on the burners. With the odorless gas filling the house, Anthony moved to the porch.
Once on the porch, the young man cracked the front door. Lighting the candle, he placed it on the doorstep.
His part done, the young man moved quickly towards the car. Saint opened the car door and sat down, waiting for the show to begin. Second later, the windows and door on the empty house flew across the street as a massive natural gas explosion went off.
Watching parts of the roof rise into the shy on a pillar of orange flame, one thought ran through the young man's brain. Showtime
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By using the Force to mask his presence, Obi Wan was able to slip past the hybrid guards and position himself in the alley near Brian's cell. A loud explosion ripped the air and for a second the night sky turned day. The Jedi only shook his head and thought, Oh Anthony, what is it with you and explosions?
The Jedi was not the only one affected by the blast. Within seconds, the guards had left to investigate just what had blown up. Obi Wan noted the guard's absence and crept up to the window. Luckily, there were no guards inside when the Jedi looked through the window. He tossed a pebble into the cell to get Brian's attention.
When the boy looked in his direction, Obi Wan quietly told him to get back. Once Brian was safely away from the window, the Jedi activated his lightsaber and quickly cut a hole that was big enough for the boy to get through.
Brian stared at the shaft of blue light that had appeared out of nowhere and began cutting a hole in the jail house wall. "What is that?" asked the boy.
Obi Wan waved his hand in front of Brian's face and in a monotone stated, "You did not see anything unusual. I was able to make the hole by using a new version of everyday primacord."
Brian dully repeated what was said. Soon afterwards, the boy felt something grab his arm. He quickly noticed that his rescuer pulling him into the alley.
"We need to go now before the guards return" suggested Obi Wan.
Brian nodded and followed the Jedi to the waiting car. Upon entering the car, he remembered his girl friend and yelled out, "We have to go back and get Ruth!"
Saint shook his head, "No can do. This town will be swarming with townspeople wanting our heads on a platter. We need to get while the gettings good."
Brian moved over and began to open the car door. Obi Wan spotted the boy's action and pulled the boy back. "Now, just what do you think you are doing?"
"If you two aren't going to help me get Ruth, then I'll do it on my own," argued Brian.
Obi Wan turned to Saint, "Now you see why Jedi aren't allowed to have relationships. They frequently make one or both of the partners take ill advised actions."
Saint turned the wheel and began driving back to the Billingham house. "Okay, we'll get your girl only if she wants to go." Driving with one hand, he reached down to unsnap his pistol holster. "Something tells me that we will be expected so stay sharp."
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The escape did not go unnoticed. Constable Nathan Birch, a pudgy, stooped hybrid with narrow eyes and a wide, malicious grin, had returned to the jail to get the prisoner ready for transportation to the Order of Dagon. For a second, he did not move as he stared at the big square opening in the wall that used to hold a barred window. Shaking off his stupor, he quickly ran to the nearest phone and began dialing.
"Hello, Mr. Marsh, the prisoner has escaped. Yes sir, we did have guards surrounding the jail like you told us. However a nearby house had a gas explosion and when I got back to get the boy, somebody had cut open a hole in the wall, allowing the boy to escape. Yes sir, I'll tell Chief Constable Martin and round up a posse to recapture the boy."
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As Saint pulled onto Adams Street, the hair on the back of his neck rose. Turning to Obi Wan, he voiced a warning, "I've got a real bad feeling that we are about to walk into an ambush." Glancing back to the boy in the back seat, "Brian have you ever fired a pistol?"
"Yeah, my dad taught me to shoot back in Sparta. I should still remember the basics."
Saint reached between the seats and pulled out his spare H&K and handed it to the store manager. "You can use my spare H&K Mk23. It's a .45 caliber semiautomatic pistol with a twelve round clip. Do not shoot unless I tell you to do so. We may still get through this without resorting to any unnecessary violence."
They had just pulled in front of the Billingham House when all Hell broke loose. Three of the frog-creatures that attacked Saint and Katie back in California sprang from their hiding place and rushed forward. They quickly began clambering on the roof of the car, pressing their flaccid, batrachian features against the windshield and began beating on the glass with their clawed fists.
Saint turned to Obi Wan and nonchalantly observed, "Well so much for not resorting to unnecessary violence." The Jedi-in-Training pointed his weapon at the Deep One pounding on the driver's side windshield and pumped three hollowpoints into the frog-like face.
Warren Billingham had returned home after his wife called him with the details of the Jedi's visit. He quickly appeared on the porch wielding a Remington hunting rifle. Ignoring the squirming Deep Ones crawling all over the car, Warren fired a shot at the car. The bullet missed Brian by inches as it passed by his face. He pulled the bolt back and was about to fire a second shot when his daughter appeared and knocked the weapon aside.
Ruth had also heard the commotion and spotted Brian in the back seat. To her horror, her father had already shot at the car and she was not going to let him get off a second shot. After messing up her father's aim, the young woman ran across the yard to the car.
Warren was not about to let his daughter leave with that boy if he could help it. He quickly chased after Ruth and tackled her before she got halfway to the car. Brian had been watching the scene play out from the back seat of the car. As Ruth was being sent sprawling across the front lawn, he sarcastically said, "I think she wants to come, don't you?"
Saint did not have time to answer as Brian threw open the door and rushed to rescue his girlfriend. He quickly shot a second Deep One through the open door. Shaking his head, he observed, "That boy is going to get himself killed before this is over. Obi Wan go help Brian."
Warren was about to drag his daughter back to the house when he spotted Brian get out of the car. The man quickly released his daughter and dove towards his rifle. He was about to shoot the boy when an unseen gust of wind appeared and jerked the weapon from his hands and sending him flying across the yard.
Brian and Ruth were focused on each other and did not notice her father getting slammed across the yard. The two lovers embraced and rushed back to the car. While the two teens fastened their seatbelts, Saint noticed some movement off in the distance. Uh oh
"WE GOT COMPANY! HANG ON!!" Saint yelled out as he slammed his foot onto the accelerator. The smell of burnt rubber hang in the air as the rental sped off into the night, bullets whizzing by.
In a calm voice Obi Wan commented, "They have firearms. Now would be a good time to get out of town."
Saint growled, "You think? Well let's see if they can keep up.
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The car had not gotten more than the outskirts of town when the engine began conking out. Saint listened to the engine sputter and die, This is not good. the passengers became visibly upset as the car pulled over to the side of the Rowley Road.
Ruth was not a happy girl. Her big chance to leave the small town appeared to be vanishing before her very eyes. In a sarcastic voice she asked Saint as he tried restarting the engine, "Would it help if I got and pushed?"
The Jedi-in-Training spun around and replied, "It just might."
With a resigned sigh, Obi Wan got out of the car, "Well it looks like we are walking back to Arkham."
A very unhappy Saint responded, "Thank you o' master of the obvious." He quickly popped open the hood and checked the engine. "We've been sabotaged. Somebody messed up the oil pump. We were lucky to get this far."
Brian helped Ruth out of the car and turned back to look at the town one last time. Something was not right. "I'll say this much, you do know how to stage a rescue. It looks like half of the town is on fire thanks to your little diversion."
Obi Wan looked to where the store manager was pointing, "Anthony, you do realize that you will be in, as you Americans say, in hot water when word of this little escapade reaches General Gordon, not to mention St. Wolf and Detective Heart."
"Gee, you really know how to find the silver lining," responded Saint.
Ruth decided to join in, "Uh guys, can we save this discussion until AFTER we get to safety? There's a bunch of torches coming out of the town and in this direction!"
Saint pulled out his H&K and checked to see if there was a round in the chamber. "The girl is right let's get going. I'll take point. Brian and Ben you two secure the rear and Ruth, you stay between me and Brian."
A thick fog began quickly rolling in from the sea. At it got closer to the group, they began to notice weird sounds and a foul smell coming from within.
It was up to Ruth to voice what the others were thinking, "Lets get out of here like NOW!!!
TBC
Author's Note: The incident that Klyde is describing is based on what Clive Cussler, one of the best adventure writers I have had the honor of reading, went through when he went looking for the CSS Alabama of Brest. The lines spoken by some of the residents in Innsmouth came directly from the various stories written by HP Lovecraft. For those who are interested in reading more about Innsmouth and the denizens of Lovecraft's world, go to http://www.gizmology.net/lovecraft/works/. There, you can find the complete works by this author. His two stories, "The Call of Cthulhu" and "The Shadow Over Innsmouth", were the inspiration and source for the last two chapters.
In "Chapter 7: The Raid on Innsmouth", Saint and Obi Wan escape and start organizing a massive assault to eliminate the infestation. Expect to see elements of Rainbow, Bureau 13, and various other groups getting dragged into helping do this 'good deed'.
To my readers, with this chapter, I tried expanding up some ideas introduced in the previous chapter. What did you think about the visit to Innsmouth and frog-like Deep Ones as villains? Also, how do you feel about a Sith Lord coming to Earth and taking over a major terrorist group?
