Things that go bump in the night.

[Grace]

I can be surprisingly practical even when I am kicking and screaming.

[skeptic]

So much for moving forward.

[Grace]

Okay, I'll try it your way.

Thank you Sebastian.

Thank you for being there when I needed someone to confess to.

Thank you for being worthy of my trust.

Thank you for coming to my rescue when I was a maiden in distress.

Thank you for looking after me when I was helpless.

Thank you for looking after my safety and commiting yourself to this endeavor.

Thank you for being man enough to say you were wrong about something.

Thank you for apologizing.

Thank you for trying to help me.

Thank you for standing by me these last few days despite how I've treated you.

Now, I'm going to wrap up this training session early. If you think we should continue moving forward, I will shortly be in my room and we can discuss it there.

In private.

[Brutal]

I will continue my report.

It appears from my discussion with my guest that the sound Nemesis heared was an Angel. Red hair, apparently male carrying what appeared to a bastered sword strapped to his back. It distracted him just long enough to allow Nemesis to escape, he looked away just at the moment her was going to ventilate the room. It appears she does have a guardian angel, interesting.

Sadly he was unaware who hired him by an intermediate and was not aware were the contract originated from. Though it appears who ever had him hired have been monitory the board to keep tabs on Nemesis via her post. Something I suspected from the beginning which is why I was using internet cafés to log on then my own hotel room. I should be noted that anyone logged on in the last two days may have been compromised and should be on their guard. He was instructed to use any method necessary to deal with Nemesis even if it meant tracking us all down and questioning us.

After he told me all he knew I heard a knocked at a door nearby.

I pulled out my pocket watch and check the time “He’s early.”

My guest looked startled. “Who’s early?”

I got up from where I was sitting got a rope off the nearby table and used it to gage my guest. “None of your concern.”

I made sure the gage was securely tied but not so much that would caused anymore discomfort then was needed and I answered the door.

“You’re early.”

The man behind the door was wearing a nicely custom tailed suit, dress shoes and leather over coat, all Italian make; he also carried a leather suit case with him. He as of average build about good 5 inches shorter than me though so I was looking down at him, that seem to cause a moment of discomfort for him. He compensated for it by acting tough.

He pushed his way into the warehouse I was having my discussion in. “You’re the one who called me” He had a thin Italian accent to him.

I nodded. “Yes”

He huffed “So you’re telling me our man failed again?”

I just calmly stated “Would I have called you on his cell if he didn’t fail to find Nemesis?”

He stared up at me and asked defiantly. “Prove it.”

And I showed him his man. He went white at the sight of him and nearly lost his stomach.

“Is that proof enough for you?” It appears it was. My guest

He place the case on a nearby table, I stood just behind him to his right.

“YYaaaaa it’s enough” He tapped the case “Can’t stand in-competence in the hired help, your finder’s fee. $10,000 Eros as agreed.”

I nodded.

“My associates also wish to offer you $100,000 Eros for locating Nemesis and taking care of her.” He sound serious about the offer but of course I was already on a case.

“I am afraid that is impossible, for I am already in the employ of the lady Nemesis”

Just as I finished saying Nemesis name he span around pulling out a gun form a left shoulder harness, of course I was ready for that. I grabbed his wrist press a known pressure point in it and use my left arm to make the arm bend the wrong way.

He screamed in pain as his elbow shattered. His gun dropped to the ground from his now useless hand. I spanned him around and lifted him up by his nice tailored jacket. “Who put out the contract on Nemesis?”

He spat in my face, I didn’t react. I simply smiled at him. “Do you really want me to ask you the same way as I asked him?” I gestured my head towards his hired gun. He quickly broke down and told me everything he knew. It made me sick how easily that was, I had more respect for his hired help them him.

He told me how the contract was put by both a Italian mob family, Lambargo family who were based out of Chicago and with an Irish family called the O'Donnel's who I remember from past experience have connection to the IRA. Interesting I appears that Nemesis was connected to some killing in both their ranks so they decided to jointly deal with the problem. He confirmed that the families stumbled upon the LS boards and have been monitoring it ever since. They have compiled a list of individuals that have willingly assisted Nemesis in the past or presently doing so. The contract stated that they are willing to pay bonuses for dealing with the individuals.

The conversation was quick, to the point, and when he told me all he knew a head bunt silenced him. I quickly tired him up, blinded folded him and gagged him. I left him next to the other one and made a call on my own cell phone.

More to follow soon.

For now be warned that the boards are being monitored by outside forces and more then Nemesis might be compromised at the moment.

[Brutal]

I counted my finder’s fee while I waited. I didn’t wait long, within the hour there was yet another knock on the door. I won’t describe the man behind it out of respect for his identity.

When he first saw me he just huffed, “Thought you were dead?”

I simply shrugged at that “So do a lot of people.” I showed him in.

He didn’t even reacted when he saw my guests “Their alive?”

I nodded.

“Thought you were the type to clean up loose ends yourself.”

I shrugged again, “Not being paid to kill anyone.”

“Ah and it has nothing to do with the award on their heads?”

I smiled “I like bonuses where I can find them.”

He nodded “And you called me here to help collect?”

I nodded “I also need DHS to help make arrangement for a flight out, one with the proper security clearance of course.”

That raised one of his eye brows “What a pass through air port security do we?”

“It’s harder to get away with carrying weapons then it was.”

He nodded, “It can be done.”

“Tonight?”

“Can be.”

I nodded and went over to where my pack laid and started to leave.

My friend turned to me as I became to leave “Going to leave me to clean up your mess, uhh?”

“It’s part of your job description, isn’t it?”

He laughed at that one, and nodded “Ya just like old time. Send the award money to the usually place?”

I nodded “Contact me with my flight info once you have it.”

“Of course.” And with that I left for Chicago on the next flight, first class and the only person on the flight.

Report completed.

I have forward a video and audio recording of the interrogation to Nemesis. Voice and image of my friend have been altered.

[Logan]

That was well handled indeed.
We may have to discuss your services in private. It's good to keep up to date in case services are actually needed.

Given the nature of the event, I'll wait till you guys say your well clear of the scene before I make sure a few whispers reach the right folks over in justice, at least I hope the right folks over there still have their jobs.

[Brutal]

Nemesis meet me in the lower East Side of Chicago. We need to talk.

[Grace]

I'll meet you at the pizzeria.

[Technocrat]

Does this mean I'm finally going to meet Mr. erm, Ms Nemesis face to face?

Also, I like Hawaian.

[Brutal]

Who says there will be time to eat.

[Grace]

Thank you, Brutal and Technocrat. The ruse has served it's purpose.

Also, I've been meaning to say something to you, Brutal.

The title 'Lady' is no more appropriate than Mr. in front of Nemesis.