Tactical Thread 2: Still in Colorado
Map of Open Road between Parshall and Hot Sulphur Springs Colorado. Near Hot Sulphur State Wildlife Area, before the turn to the north.
Wide View:
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More of a Tactical View:
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Initiatives:
Elizabeth Gorn (+14) + (1d20 = 14) = 28
Mystery Ape: Going Mad
|Augustus Silver rushed into the library where Inspector Nesbitt and Professor Pinkley were discussing matters of an extremely British nature. Augustus slammed the double doors behind him and turned to display a broad smile.
"I've done it," he said. "I've solved the murders."
"Excellent, lad," Nesbitt said as he puffed on his Meerschaum pipe. "Don't keep us in suspense. Who is the murderer? Out with it."
"I'm afraid it's a fairly involved story."
"Nonsense," Pinkley said. "The guilty party is that Doubleday chap. Why, it must be him. He's quite disagreeable."
"He plays a role," Augustus said, "but not quite as one would expect. You both recall, of course, that this began as a missing person case."
Soldier Boy: Deja Vu to You Too
|I was expecting so much more,” Peterson said.
“Leave the guy alone,” Denner replied.
“He’s Soldier Boy. He’s supposed to be saving the world, not sitting on his ass.”
“Watch your mouth, okay? He’ll hear you.”
“He can’t hear us.”
Soldier Boy could hear them just fine. He had little else to do but listen as he bled out on the upper floor of an ancient stone bell tower. Peterson and Denner guarded the stairway entrance while four other commandos were spread out around the parapet. The company medic patched Soldier Boy up as best she could, but the wound in his side, left there by alien mobile artillery, was a nasty thing.
From the Beyond
Now Casting - From the Beyond Casting Call
There is a thin veil between the world we know and reality. A veil which protects our fragile minds from unspeakable horror. As children we see through this veil to the truth, we see the monsters in our closets and under our beds, but we lose this ability as we grow up. As we are told over and over again our fears are nothing but imagination the part of our mind open to the truth closes, until not even a crack remains and we are no longer able to see through the veil.
1957: Menace of the Brass Monkey
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“Awaken, ugly space chimp.”
The Gray alien slowly opened his huge eyes. He was in pain, and he was groggy. Was he drugged, or dying? When his eyes focused he saw a bulky metal figure standing before him.
“The Brass Monkey,” the alien said, “or should I call you Lord McAllister?”
“Brass Monkey will suffice. Only my friends call me Lord McAllister.”
“So, that would be who exactly? Nobody?”
E 2) Dr. Edward Jenkins (+A) The Carroltons (+ some B) Brice Jennings, & (some D) NSA
|Ed was truly surprised at how fast he was able to reach his office building in Glenwood Springs. The office was still open and the security officer in the front lobby raised his eyebrows at him and offered a simple greeting. He waved and reached the stairwell at a normal pace before racing up towards his office. It was a lot quicker than taking the elevator.
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1940: The Brass Monkey Returns
|“It’s an ugly thing,” Jorgen said as he beheld the helmet.
“That’s something you have in common,” Oskar said.
“What do they call this thing again? The Brass Ape?”
“Brass Monkey.”
Jorgen and Oskar had been tasked with removing the various pieces of Germany’s most recent prize from the crates in which it was discovered, polishing them and assembling them for a presentation with some high ranking Nazi officers. The hulking armor stood headless but otherwise complete in a secret warehouse somewhere in the Black Forest.
“It looks more like an ape. There’s a difference, you know. Apes don’t have tails.”
Business as Usual - Part 3
|The black Alpha Romeo Spider sped down the dark Gulf Blvd, it's 444 hp engine purred, an automotive panther on the prowl. The convertible top was down and the driver seemed to be perfectly at ease as the cool night air flowed through the car's interior. Damien Alexander welcomed the chill of the late autumn evening because it helped to clear the confusing emotions of the day from his mind.
He had plans to make, and needed a clear head to do so.
Return to Maybell Colorado - Age of Heroes: Page 9
It took less time to return to Maybell than to reach Craig. The rain was almost completely gone but the clouds were still thick in the sky, though they were white and not the dark gray they had been a while earlier. The sun peeked out now and then as the group moved from hilltop to hilltop.
As the group got closer the giant mirror in the sky appeared larger and larger. There were now helicopters hovering around it and a long train of vehicles, mostly military, heading towards Maybell and its newest attraction.
D.4) Back at Ft. Mead Md. and the NSA
|“OK gentlemen! We have 8 minutes to crunch this information before we are inundated with more. We still have the law enforcement chatter and cell phone activity monitoring.”
“Sir,” Said another analyst. He stood up and waved his hand trying to get the director’s attention. This man was one of five analysts who were wearing headphones. When the director turned his way he continued. “According to the police radio the woman rescued the helicopter and its occupants. She flew and caught it out of the air. She’s flying it down to the road.” His eyes were wide in shock at the news. “There was an explosion or something. One of the troopers said he thought it was another sonic boom.”
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