A new call for help from an old Society member…

[Ron Caliburn]

Not Good.

[Kolya]

Yea pretty much.

Even one of my guys in So Cal is not answering my messages. He never was a part of the Society though. Still...

[Ron Caliburn]

Do we have any active members in La La land?

[Shadowstalker]

Nobody we have heard from lately.

[Ron Caliburn]

Not the answer I wanted.

Perhaps California has been compromised.

[Kolya]

Definitely. Or least very likely. We had several folks down that way that are now silent.

[Ron Caliburn]

We also had some people a bit further up the coast who vanished too . . . before the California people did.

[Kolya]

Seattle area was a hotbed for a while as I recall.

[Ron Caliburn]

Our Canadian collegues have also gone silent . . . and not much noise from Western Europe.

[Scotty]

ewwww weeee!

i ask maude 'ya think i ken help em mafuckers out some?' an she thawd so. so i tell maself 'why da hell not em mafuckers need a hand'. i call up summa ma spook buddies from A-stan and ask em 'ay sparky you dum sumbich get me some info wouldya? tell me bout whispering horses in sum shit ike at ait?' i drag ma ass out to los angeles da city of mafuckin angels as day say. elllllllllll i make contact wid sparky an he give me a file widsummada info a asked fer and rent me a car. day diddent ave nee pickem up trucks doe, mafuckers. i git ma map an in a drive ta da subjects house in da middle of shitville. i stake da mafucker out fer bout teen hours bafor ma target comes out an gits in is mustang. an den i follow im to sum gas station. he gits ta pumpin da gas an i roll up hind im and ask im, 'how yall are?' skeered da shit outta im an he turn ta me an ask 'you a bounty hunter?' an i tell im 'no' an in he asks 'you a cop?' an i tell im 'no' and so he tell me ta go fuck maself. so says 'don't think so buddy nah imma gonna askya jus one time an iffya don ansah me im gonna fuckin keel ya, you read me mafucker?' an he read me loud an clear. 'tell me eeeeverythang ya know about private dick macvay'. at at time a spit ma chew inna perfect arc an in a wipe ma beard waitin fer da dum sumbich ta ansah me. 'ait den, i'll tell ya,' an he pull a knife on me. ew we big mistake mafucker. he go ta stab me an i sidestep knock it frum is hand an grab im by da wrist an den flip is ass to da groun. 'nah i aint gonna ask gin jus ike a promised.' i give ya 1 day ta call me here an in i give em a white card widda phone numba on it. ya dont call me imma gonna keel ya.

sure be nice iffa dis asshoe know sumthin bout mcvay but i aint holden ma breath ya know.

[Natasha]

For the gods' sake be careful Scotty.

So many people gone missing from there!

[GhostSpider]

Have fun Scotty.

[Eilonwy Solstice]

And be careful too, please. We don’t need you disappearing on us as well.

[Ron Caliburn]

Watch your step Scotty . . . don't go swimming in the tar pits.

[Scotty]

how yall are?

i chick da infomashun given ta me by the assbandit ma A-stan spook buddy sparky provided me. i get some more names from im. course no one knows sheet about mcvay but day behavin ike 'honestly officer just tryin ta help dis here sheep ova da fence!' ways. not really gitten neewhere an a started ta get pissed off. i got a thang or two more to investimagate yet. room service finally git dare ass up ere. gotta go.

i hope no tar pits ron.

[Ron Caliburn]

Good of you to check in, keep up with the reports, hopefully good.

[Kolya]

I hope you didn't get a plate of asskick from 'room service'.
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