Juliette
Played on April 18th, 2010
10th of March, 1933 - The White Rider
I ran around the corner, while blowing my whistle, and arrived in the street in front of The White Rider. Two policemen rounded the other corner just about at the same time I did. I motioned them over with my badge and explained a fight was taking place inside the bar.
They weren't that overjoyed in getting in the middle of a fight, but me being a bureau agent convinced them to help me. We entered the establishment seeing the place was quite a mess. Shots were fired, fists, knives were being handled and people were on the ground. I raised my voice and shouted for people to break up and stop fighting because the police was here. This was answered almost immediately by almost everyone. Only some overzealous people still wanted to finish the fight, luckily none of them were any of my group. Though I was missing Mike and Magnus.
After a quibble in me convincing the policemen that Frank could as easily hand his knife over to me as to them, a knife which was unnaturally clean after being in a fight which made me wonder a bit, I told the policemen to do what they do best in a situation like this. Though they still didn't really want to do too much. We made our way through the back room, the room where from I was shot earlier. It was obvious Mike had been there, glass on the ground near the wall, a used match on the ground near the wall and signs of a fire. The fire had all but destroyed a confederate flag on the wall and left it's marks on the table.
Roger said he got some papers from the desk, but the man that should be here was not here though. We needed the man, but that wouldn't really be a big problem it seemed. Signs of a struggle were obvious, and three sets of tracks were leading outside through the backdoor, of which one of was being coerced outside.
Outside the alley was as empty as I had left it a while back, but I could easily see what had changed during that time. Mike and Magnus, with the man, made their way around the corner to the left, halfway dragging the man over an empty crate. Roger could already see a piece of cloth visible just around the corner and he pointed me to it. We made our way there and joined our friends and the man from the pub.
A real tough man this was. He wouldn't talk at first, no threat or direct evidence perturbed the man. He was almost unreadable, most of the time I could read a man by just hearing a few words or sentences, but him not talking at all didn't really help. And this was serious business and we needed him to speak. Luckily Magnus wasn`t too much against nescessary physical action. But even then it took an almost deadly chokehold to make the man start talking. We finally learned his name, which was John Evans, and his part in the theft, the name telling us that he was the thief himself. Though he told us that the staff was taken to Juliette on Linden Avenue in the harbor district, he could not tell us more than that we were already too late.
Time to make haste it seemed. Well first of, take this John fellow back to the policemen, tell them to take him and try him before a court of law, get our transportation, make our way to the harbor and lastly find this juliette figure. Luckily my group were quick thinkers of their own and got the cars ready before we were finished with John. Frank was waiting outside The White Rider with Magnus' car and Mike and Christopher were already driving ahead.
Magnus bumped Frank to the side, wanting to drive his car himself and Roger and me jumped in the back. O boy, not really my way of travel, but there wasn't much choice. We quickly caught up with the other car, which fell behind us because Magnus knew his way through New York a little bit better.
We weren't in for an easy ride though, it wasn't long before two motorcycles appeared behind Mike and Christopher. This wasn't bad perse, but two on each motorcycle and the aft one holding some mean weapons and aiming them at our car made it a little different. To make a long story short, some excellent driving of Magnus and Christopher, yes Chris took over steering halfway through the chase, some great throwing of newly bought chemicals by Mike and some good shooting by Roger we dispatched the motorcycles. The motorcycles were replaced by a cadillac after we took them out, but I'm not really sure what happened there. I was suddenly bouncing around in the back of the car and we almost rammed a roadside pole and nearly missed the upramp of the Williamsburg Bridge. When I got to my senses the cadillac had missed the upramp and was heading away from the bridge to the north.
We arrived after some more driving in Jersey City Harbor. Linden Avenue we knew, so that was easily found as well. After a brilliant idea of Juliette being the name of a boat and not a person at all we made our way to the harbormaster's office. Ofcourse it was a boat! It's not as if a lady could ever be involved in a crime like this. Juliette being a boat made a lot more sense to me than some man calling himself Juliette as well. Christopher walked inside full of confidence, we needed information and he was good at getting it. Just the mention of his name alone made the official at the counter blink and cooperate immediately. The Juliette was indeed a boat and it was meant to leave about now. We got the moaring location and quickly made our way there. John Evans had been right, we were too late already, the boat was already leaving the harbor. I saw a coastguard vessel and was already walking towards it but I was held back by someone from the group telling me it was no use, the small boat wouldn't be at the oceanliner before the waves would be too big for the smaller boat.
This meant the Scepter was on it's way to Europe and that meant we would have to go as well. I really didn't feel comfortable with it. I had been across the state lines a few times, but that was about all. I had never dared to join Roger in his adventures abroad before. Maybe it was time to buy myself a map of the world, I had no idea where this Europe was.
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