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Prof. Seymour had John fetch some basic laboratory equipment and we go outside to the gazebo in the garden as it was a nice, ventilated area. As the professor did not want to be involved, I donned a rubber apron, rubber gloves and a pair of goggles, just to be on the safe side, set up a big ceramic bowl on the table. I held the frog statuette feet up, and grabbed the toe. I wiggled and twisted it a bit and then it came free with a rubbery squeak and a pop. Suddenly, the air pressure seemed to shift, everything around me shimmered and warped and I was overcome with a strong feeling of seasickness. Vaguely, I made out retching sounds from the others but I was too disorientated but started to see what was going on. The world around me changed as well, the colour seemed to drain from everything. The gazebo, the garden and the house had vanished and had been replaced by an empty, barren, rocky desert. Above us, a black sky with blinking stars in different constellations from where they had just been. Nicolas and Dr. Vargas were here, too, on their knees, still retching. Suddenly, the air cleared, the gazebo and the other familiar surroudings returned and the nausea passed. Having had enough of this for the time being, I put the stopper back into the statuette.
Nicolas and Dr. Vargas slowly recovered from having thrown up violently, and John mopped up the rather impressive mess. Curiously, only Nicolas, the Dr. and I had been affected by the sickness, the Professor was fine, despite standing right next to us. He also hadn't noticed the area changing into a rocky desert from the other side. Robert and Silas who had been outside, hadn't noticed anything, either. Still confused, we retired for the night.
The next morning, Dr. Vargas left on the train to pick up Thomas from Plattsburgh, Robert went shopping and on a little hunting trip, while Silas, Nicolas and I went to Montreal University to spy on Bonaparte. Prof. Seymour had given us a key, plans to the university grounds and directions. We strolled through the rather magnificent botanical gardens, marvelling at plants and flowers, towards the building the Professor had shown us. The key fit and we went inside. Roomy but empty and silent corridors awaited us. Suddenly, I heard footsteps so signalled the others to stop and be silent. The footsteps faded and a door closed. Relieved, we carried on. The ground floor was obviously the biology department so we headed up the sweeping stairs where we found the archaeology department we had been looking for. There were displays with various finds, both native and exotic, interesting in other circumstances but we had reason not to dawdle and carried on. There was a photo of Bonaparte, a squat, unpleasant looking chap, in one of the displays next to two doors marked with Prof. Nigel Bonaparte's name. Nicolas tried the first one which just happened to be unlocked. While Silas waited outside to stand guard, Nicolas and I went in to investigate.
It was a big reseach lab filled with boxes, finds, maps, books, all strewn about on big metal tables, shelves and desk. I had a look around the tables and Nicolas examined the desk where he found a book with odd symbols and writing.
Suddenly, the light went out ...
and we were back in the hotel in Plattsburgh, sitting at the breakfast table as the police chief accompanied by Dr. Vargas arrived ... Confused, we looked at each other as the chief came towards us warning us of grave news. "The FBI are coming?" I asked. "Er, yes, how did you know?" "I ... don't know..." Confused, the police chief seemed to ignore this and ushered us to get ready so we wouldn't miss our train. We picked up Thomas, who had recovered surprisingly quickly, from the hospital
We rushed and picked up everything we had before (the statuettes and papers) and get back on the train. The journey went well at first and there was a different border guard who was a lot more friendly so we made good time.
We had come up with a plan to try and save the woman this time so we got ready, careful not to miss the spot. Checking time passed and the scenery outside, we found it.
Thomas feigned a heart attack, Robert pulled the signal cord and the train screeched to a halt. While Dr. Vargas directed people to make room for his patient, Robert, Nicolas, Silas and I use the confusion to leave the train, running back along the tracks for a bit and then cutting into the woods where Robert had spotted the group, two burly men in brown robes, one carrying the woman over his shoulder. Robert, being ahead of the rest of us, shouted at them and they stopped. One of them drew a gun but missed Robert who had also drawn his gun, creating a standoff. I made my way slowly around the group but failed to spot the other scoundrel who managed to shoot me!
Thankfully, the bullet just grazed the side of my head. I dropped to the ground with a scream and continued crawling, hoping they would believe I was dead.
Meanwhile, Robert continued to talk to the bandits, trying to persuade them to give up but they didn't relent. Nicolas turned up and was shot in the shoulder by the criminal not holding the woman.
I crawled a bit further and then took a shot at the man holding the woman. I hit him in the hand, he screamed and dropped his gun. Silas, who had finally arrived as well, stepped out, raising his gun but there was only a clunking noise so he threw his gun at the crimanl but missed. Robert managed to get another shot in as the man pushed the woman to the ground and ran, dropping him. Then Silas jumped out from his cover and knocked out the other man.
Robert freed the woman from the bag over her head while I tied up the man and searched him. In a large pouch at his belt I found a small knife, some money, a handful of strange, smooth bronze coins with a hole through the middle, and a small glass vial containing a purplish liquid. His face was covered in tattoos of odd symbols and Latin writing (as, as it turned out, was the other brute, who was quite dead).
We found out that the woman was called Michelle, a clerk from Montreal, who was abducted on her way home from work.
A guard from train arrived and we explained what had happened.
Silas had searched a bit further and found the truck the gangsters had arrived in. Michelle told us she had been on the back of the truck when she managed to loosen her bonds and jump off, causing the gangsters to chase after her.
We decided this was all evidence and had to return it to Montreal. The guard agreed to this but urged us to get back on the train so it wouldn't be caught up by the express behind it.
While Silas and I took the truck to Montreal, the others picked up the gangsters and returned to the train.
After a long and painful journey on bumpy forest tracks, we finally arrived at Montreal police station where we met up with the others.
To be continued...
Prof. Seymour had John fetch some basic laboratory equipment and we go outside to the gazebo in the garden as it was a nice, ventilated area. As the professor did not want to be involved, I donned a rubber apron, rubber gloves and a pair of goggles, just to be on the safe side, set up a big ceramic bowl on the table. I held the frog statuette feet up, and grabbed the toe. I wiggled and twisted it a bit and then it came free with a rubbery squeak and a pop. Suddenly, the air pressure seemed to shift, everything around me shimmered and warped and I was overcome with a strong feeling of seasickness. Vaguely, I made out retching sounds from the others but I was too disorientated but started to see what was going on. The world around me changed as well, the colour seemed to drain from everything. The gazebo, the garden and the house had vanished and had been replaced by an empty, barren, rocky desert. Above us, a black sky with blinking stars in different constellations from where they had just been. Nicolas and Dr. Vargas were here, too, on their knees, still retching. Suddenly, the air cleared, the gazebo and the other familiar surroudings returned and the nausea passed. Having had enough of this for the time being, I put the stopper back into the statuette.
Nicolas and Dr. Vargas slowly recovered from having thrown up violently, and John mopped up the rather impressive mess. Curiously, only Nicolas, the Dr. and I had been affected by the sickness, the Professor was fine, despite standing right next to us. He also hadn't noticed the area changing into a rocky desert from the other side. Robert and Silas who had been outside, hadn't noticed anything, either. Still confused, we retired for the night.
The next morning, Dr. Vargas left on the train to pick up Thomas from Plattsburgh, Robert went shopping and on a little hunting trip, while Silas, Nicolas and I went to Montreal University to spy on Bonaparte. Prof. Seymour had given us a key, plans to the university grounds and directions. We strolled through the rather magnificent botanical gardens, marvelling at plants and flowers, towards the building the Professor had shown us. The key fit and we went inside. Roomy but empty and silent corridors awaited us. Suddenly, I heard footsteps so signalled the others to stop and be silent. The footsteps faded and a door closed. Relieved, we carried on. The ground floor was obviously the biology department so we headed up the sweeping stairs where we found the archaeology department we had been looking for. There were displays with various finds, both native and exotic, interesting in other circumstances but we had reason not to dawdle and carried on. There was a photo of Bonaparte, a squat, unpleasant looking chap, in one of the displays next to two doors marked with Prof. Nigel Bonaparte's name. Nicolas tried the first one which just happened to be unlocked. While Silas waited outside to stand guard, Nicolas and I went in to investigate.
It was a big reseach lab filled with boxes, finds, maps, books, all strewn about on big metal tables, shelves and desk. I had a look around the tables and Nicolas examined the desk where he found a book with odd symbols and writing.
Suddenly, the light went out ...
and we were back in the hotel in Plattsburgh, sitting at the breakfast table as the police chief accompanied by Dr. Vargas arrived ... Confused, we looked at each other as the chief came towards us warning us of grave news. "The FBI are coming?" I asked. "Er, yes, how did you know?" "I ... don't know..." Confused, the police chief seemed to ignore this and ushered us to get ready so we wouldn't miss our train. We picked up Thomas, who had recovered surprisingly quickly, from the hospital
We rushed and picked up everything we had before (the statuettes and papers) and get back on the train. The journey went well at first and there was a different border guard who was a lot more friendly so we made good time.
We had come up with a plan to try and save the woman this time so we got ready, careful not to miss the spot. Checking time passed and the scenery outside, we found it.
Thomas feigned a heart attack, Robert pulled the signal cord and the train screeched to a halt. While Dr. Vargas directed people to make room for his patient, Robert, Nicolas, Silas and I use the confusion to leave the train, running back along the tracks for a bit and then cutting into the woods where Robert had spotted the group, two burly men in brown robes, one carrying the woman over his shoulder. Robert, being ahead of the rest of us, shouted at them and they stopped. One of them drew a gun but missed Robert who had also drawn his gun, creating a standoff. I made my way slowly around the group but failed to spot the other scoundrel who managed to shoot me!
Thankfully, the bullet just grazed the side of my head. I dropped to the ground with a scream and continued crawling, hoping they would believe I was dead.
Meanwhile, Robert continued to talk to the bandits, trying to persuade them to give up but they didn't relent. Nicolas turned up and was shot in the shoulder by the criminal not holding the woman.
I crawled a bit further and then took a shot at the man holding the woman. I hit him in the hand, he screamed and dropped his gun. Silas, who had finally arrived as well, stepped out, raising his gun but there was only a clunking noise so he threw his gun at the crimanl but missed. Robert managed to get another shot in as the man pushed the woman to the ground and ran, dropping him. Then Silas jumped out from his cover and knocked out the other man.
Robert freed the woman from the bag over her head while I tied up the man and searched him. In a large pouch at his belt I found a small knife, some money, a handful of strange, smooth bronze coins with a hole through the middle, and a small glass vial containing a purplish liquid. His face was covered in tattoos of odd symbols and Latin writing (as, as it turned out, was the other brute, who was quite dead).
We found out that the woman was called Michelle, a clerk from Montreal, who was abducted on her way home from work.
A guard from train arrived and we explained what had happened.
Silas had searched a bit further and found the truck the gangsters had arrived in. Michelle told us she had been on the back of the truck when she managed to loosen her bonds and jump off, causing the gangsters to chase after her.
We decided this was all evidence and had to return it to Montreal. The guard agreed to this but urged us to get back on the train so it wouldn't be caught up by the express behind it.
While Silas and I took the truck to Montreal, the others picked up the gangsters and returned to the train.
After a long and painful journey on bumpy forest tracks, we finally arrived at Montreal police station where we met up with the others.
To be continued...
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Date: 19/2/10 07:46 am (UTC)Only omission I can see is that the man holding the woman pushed her to the floor and ran before he was shot.
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Date: 19/2/10 09:54 am (UTC)The second time? Ah, thanks!
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Date: 19/2/10 09:56 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 19/2/10 10:00 am (UTC)