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Hex would have made the time to update the team on updates to the fire arms in the armory. Hex would have completed the Reaper Mk II automatic pistol. This features a increased rate of fire and slightly shorter barrel for to make it more compact. He also developed a revolver version for Roshan which uses a larger round has greater stopping power.

He added two new types of ammunition:

1. Mercy Rounds - That fire paralytic agent he developed based on one described in the Wraith journals. The agent affects that target in seconds and has enough payload to knock out a horse.

2. White Phosphorous Rounds - Designed for those targets that a regular bullet cannot stop. The target is painted with a burning chemical agent, that can only stopped by smothering. This kind of round is externally damaging and is considered highly inhumane, but if you have to take down a bullet proof guy you have to use something.

(An updated armory document was uploaded to that site).
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Episode 4 Part I - Deadly Echoes

The episode resumes on June 7th 1927, on a warm summer day, Mrs. De Winter had come back directly from Hungary with Martin and Teddy. It had been a tense trip back Teddy was barely able to contain his grief and anger over the events in the Mountains. She had done everything she could to make right with Teddy family and the Irregulars over their losses. Her own feelings were torn, she had new information and leads, the best leads she had in years. But how to go about finding husband after he disappeared in some sort of ‘dimensional portal’, her mind struggled to process it…

The two months after her return she had to juggle following up on her new leads and catching with the stack of work that was awaiting for her at Griffon Aeronautics. In the evenings she poured through her husband’s journals trying piece together the people and places he had been. She also had put out inquiries through Hex on the technical journals relating to the portal, trying to find some expert who could provide insight on how they might locate him.

During the day at Griffon Aeronautics she would put in long days catching up on where the business was. She had a concern that between her Wraith activities and the quest for her husband the business was falling apart. In truth the company manager Sherman had been running things reasonably well, the firm was working on an order of their first two Atlantic Clipper that were being sold to Italy. And while they could always use new business, they were still in the black, if just so…

That morning, Mr. Sherman was a bit surprised by a phone call he received that morning from Howard Hughes Aeronautics, and following the call made his way over to Ms. De Winter office. Gently rapping on the door he entered, Sherman was a small man thin and standing at 5 foot tall, his bright read hear and clean shaven face gave him a boyish air. At the age of 33 he was young to a business manager of an even a small firm like this one, but old man Griffon had invested a lot in the industrious young man, he was a company man through and through.

“Ms. De Winter, do you have a moment?” he asked, politely.

“Yes Sherman, what can I do for you?” Ms. De Winter said, her hair was tied back as she looked up from her paperwork. She looked up and closed the file she was reading and set it aside, looking up to meet Sherman gaze.

He went blank for a moment as he met her gaze. That is the face that fortunes are lost on and exalts the fortunate few to heaven, he thought.

“Yes, Mr. Sherman?” There was a slight impatience in Ms. De Winter tone.

“Sorry…I wanted to ask if you had spoken with anyone from Howard Hughes in the last few weeks?”

“I do not think so…” she opened her appointment book. “No nothing on my calendar and I cannot recall going to any engagement with anyone from Hughes in the last month. Why do you ask?”

“Well I just got off the phone with a man representing the New York branch and he was interested in discussing licensing or perhaps partnering to make a commercial version of our ‘silent engines’. I am sure no one in the shop is talking about them so that leaves a pretty short list of people…all of which are related to you.”

Ms. De Winter scowled. “Sherman, make sure to check the engineers who could spill the beans, just in case. I speak with my brothers tonight if I get the chance. As for Howard Hughes will just play dumb as to what they are talking about.”

“Roger.” Sherman and set about his work, kicking himself for getting distracted, thinking to himself he too old and to jaded for boyish crushes. Ms. De Winter closed up her office and headed back home, her mother had a party this evening and she could corner her brothers there.

***

Father Duquesne was settling back into his quarters in his New York Parish. His fellow parish priests welcomed him back warmly, saying many of the younger men in the parish had asked about him and complimenting him of the dark tan he had acquired from his two months of mission work in Haiti. Between his work setting up in the parish and his night work as The Wraith he was glad to be back in New York, to be closer to the support of the other Companions.
As he made his way back to his room from evening confessionals, the vision struck…

***

Roshan had come back from Haiti over a month ago, but business had him traveling out of town most of May. After having spent a long day going through the books with his sister Cadriana, he was taking a break taking her to Broadway show. He was doing best to smooth over things, Cadriana had taken the review of the books to point out Roshan ‘extracurricular’ activities where not helping the business and injury received for no profit was a ‘bad practice’. Roshan knew she was concerned, he knew she would not approve of his efforts as a companion. He knew a nice dinner and a night on the town would be something she enjoyed but would do little to assuage her concerns.
As the curtain fell, the vision struck…

***

Mrs. De Winter had come back directly from Hungary with Martin and Teddy. It had been a tense trip back Teddy was barely able to contain his grief and anger over the events in the Mountains. She had done everything she could to make right with Teddy family and the Irregulars over their losses. Her own feelings were torn, she had new information and leads, the best leads she had in years. But how to go about finding husband after he disappeared in some sort of ‘dimensional portal’, her mind struggled to process it…

The two months after her return she had to juggle following up on her new leads and catching with the stack of work that was awaiting for her at Griffon Aeronautics. In the evenings she poured through her husband’s journals trying piece together the people and places he had been. She also had put out inquiries through Hex on the technical journals relating to the portal, trying to find some expert who could provide insight on how they might locate him.

During the day at Griffon Aeronautics she would put in long days catching up on where the business was. She had a concern that between her Wraith activities and the quest for her husband the business was falling apart. In truth the company manager Sherman had been running things reasonably well, the firm was working on an order of their first two Atlantic Clipper that were being sold to Italy. And while they could always use new business, they were still in the black, if just so…

That morning, Mr. Sherman was a bit surprised by a phone call he received that morning from Howard Hughes Aeronautics, and following the call made his way over to Ms. De Winter office. Gently rapping on the door he entered, Sherman was a small man thin and standing at 5 foot tall, his bright read hear and clean shaven face gave him a boyish air. At the age of 33 he was young to a business manager of an even a small firm like this one, but old man Griffon had invested a lot in the industrious young man, he was a company man through and through.

“Ms. De Winter, do you have a moment?” he asked, politely.

“Yes Sherman, what can I do for you?” Ms. De Winter said, her hair was tied back as she looked up from her paperwork. She looked up and closed the file she was reading and set it aside, looking up to meet Sherman gaze.

He went blank for a moment as he met her gaze. That is the face that fortunes are lost on and exalts the fortunate few to heaven, he thought.

“Yes, Mr. Sherman?” There was a slight impatience in Ms. De Winter tone.

“Sorry…I wanted to ask if you had spoken with anyone from Howard Hughes in the last few weeks?”

“I do not think so…” she opened her appointment book. “No nothing on my calendar and I cannot recall going to any engagement with anyone from Hughes in the last month. Why do you ask?”

“Well I just got off the phone with a man representing the New York branch and he was interested in discussing licensing or perhaps partnering to make a commercial version of our ‘silent engines’. I am sure no one in the shop is talking about them so that leaves a pretty short list of people…all of which are related to you.”

Ms. De Winter scowled. “Sherman, make sure to check the engineers who could spill the beans, just in case. I speak with my brothers tonight if I get the chance. As for Howard Hughes will just play dumb as to what they are talking about.”

“Roger.” Sherman and set about his work, kicking himself for getting distracted, thinking to himself he too old and to jaded for boyish crushes. Ms. De Winter closed up her office and headed back home, her mother had a party this evening and she could corner her brothers there.

***

Ms. Douglas had departed from the group once that had reached Budapest, while not a traumatized the others, the desire to visit a few friends in Europe before heading home appealed to her. Antonio having taken a shine to her, asked if she might be willing to have him a lone as a traveling companion.

Douglas was a little surprised, but in truth he had proven a very resourceful member of the group in the mountains and he had a certain old fashioned Italian charm that she liked. Over the next few weeks they shared stories and evenings. They parted company in Span, where Antonio said he had a cousin to meet in Morocco before heading back to America.

Douglas had returned to New York that morning and had taken to meeting with some her academic colleagues in a club outside of Brooklyn, where good Cognac and good cigars could be found a modest prices…

***

Martin was up late in his office having been out of office for three weeks. The one upside to the night terrors he was having after the events of mountain, was he had nights free to catch up on his work. Mary, his secretary had offered up that she was interested in perhaps working as a detective on some of cases to fill in for when he was on his “extended trips”. Which made a lot of sense.

The business had been doing better since he had started giving Mary a percentage of the work, she had really beat down the doors to get money from some of his dead beat customers. The money that Ms. De Winter was paying him to help follow-up leads on her husband had done a lot to put him ahead of his bills. If Mary could take on some of the case load he would have the money for possibly a second secretary…
There was problem of finding cases he felt safe giving to her, after all he would not be able to live with himself putting her in a position where she would get hurt. There was the Lands adultery case he had, those where pretty routine, but the man had in question had a bad temper. Ms. Du Bois needed some to track down her husband and deliver legal papers to him. Martin groaned.

There was a knock on the door, followed by the jingle of a bell, as a man walked in. Martin instinctively pulled open his drawer holding his pistol.

“Hello?” he said.

A tall fellow opened his door, with black hair slicked back and well-oiled mustache. He held a brown bag in his left hand. Martin resisted the urge to pull his gun on recognizing the man.

“Long time no see Martin. How are things?” he said as he pulled a small bottle of whiskey from the bag and placed it on Martin’s desk. “Working late?”

“Dennis have a seat. What do you want?” Martin said, the bottle meant that Dennis meant to propose business. There was no harm in hearing him out, after all they weren’t on the force anymore.

“Straight to business…at least pour me a glass.” Martin took out to glasses from his second drawer of his desk and poured out the whiskey. “So I heard you were in the private detective game and thought you would be interested in doing some consulting for the state. Interested?”

“Maybe what is the work? And what does it pay?”

“Well you know I left New York force two years ago, I’ve got a job working for Pinkerton National Detective Agency and moved south. Anyway to I got contacted by some fellows from the Bureau of Investigation that they needed my expertise, seems they were putting together a task force of people interested in capturing ‘The Wraith’ and thought my past experience would be an asset. Naturally I thought if they were hiring me that you would be the next most valuable person they could tab, seeing as you are as much an expert of the beast as anyone.”

“So you were working for the Fed?”

“As a consultant they pay me $40 a month. I could probably get you the same. Interested?”

Martin sipped his whiskey, he knew Dennis. Dennis had worked with him on the force, he was as dirty as they came. He was tough too, they had come real close to the Wraith. But the task force had been stopped before they could pull the trigger. This was history repeating itself and Martin did not like it.

“Sure,” Martin said. “Where do I sign?”

“Well I’ll talk to the Bureau guys tomorrow, they will want to interview you.” With that Dennis stood up and walked out. As he poured himself a second glass the vision struck….

***

That evening Mrs. De Winter had been roped into a formal event with her family, her mother wanted her to try and assist James (her older brother) secure some contracts with a Sir Shepherd. Sir Shepherd was man in his late thirties, an accomplished gentleman, he had recently lost several ships in the Atlantic and was in the market someone else to take over his Atlantic exports from the Mediterranean. The exchanged witty banter and dances throughout the night, Mrs. De Winter could not help but soften to his charm a bit.

As her brother's turn came up on her dance card, she told James that she had arranged a lunch date with the Sir Shepherd and would do her best to bring him around. Just as she was going to steer the conversation in the direction of Hughes the vision struck…

***

You inhale your cigarette, the sweet taste of nicotine. The smell of garbage and car fumes permeates the alley you are in. It is poorly lit, but your eyes are adjusted to it. You are looking intently at a sturdy looking red door. A truck blocks the view of the street from you the noise of the cars can still be heard, you can hear a radio playing above playing a tune, you start tapping your foot in time with the song.

A mean looking fellow is crouched down on one knee clutching a large canvas bag. He is bald with a mangled left ear, he is tense. He looks up at you, with an impatient look. You sneer back at him, taking your pocket watch out, as the time strikes 9:00 o'clock. The song stops…the sound of traffic disappears…all sound stops…

You noiselessly close the pocket watch. A point the man to the door, he pauses for a moment, but stands up clutching a sledgehammer. You pick up the bag. He proceeds ahead of you to a door. You watch as he smashes the lock to the door. Kicking the door open, your companion once more moves forward smashing the lock of a second door and rushing into the next room. You follow carry the heavy canvas bag.

The door leads into a bank, as you enter you and your companion open the door to the back of the bank. Behind the door is a startled clerk, probably staying late to catch up on accounts. The man wordless shouts, you step forward pulling a crowbar from the bag. Delivering a crushing back backhand to the clerk sends him to the ground. Stepping over him you deliver a final fatal blow.

You turn to your companion and say something though no words are heard.

Leaving the dead clerk on the floor, you proceed into the room and lock at the safe. Once more opening the canvas page you pull out dynamite and detonation cord. You carefully place the explosives, connect the cord and move back to where you entered. Pressing the detonator, you feel a vibration as the charge explodes, but there is not even a whisper.

You companion drags the clerk out of the way, as you go into the safe and start bagging money…..


***

Martin was grabbed the phone book he had glimpsed the name of the bank from a memo, Strauss Bank. He quickly looked it up in the phone book and found the address and rushed out the door. Roshan made his excuses to his sister, which were met with a disapproving scowl. Ms. De Winter feigned illness and made her way out of the party. All the other companions converged on the Mansion.

Martin arrived at the crime scene and found no sign of the criminals, though the clerk was alive. He took pains to stabilize the man and then called the police. In the short time he had to look around he managed to get a single finger print from the vault, where the thief had taken his gloves off to wire the bombs.

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Episode 3 Part II - Old Hunting Grounds (Lotru Mountains)
The episode picks up the evening of March 4th 1927, Mrs. De Winter, Martin, Ms. Douglas and Teddy are reaching the base of Vechiul Hot, the second tallest peak in the Lotru Mountains. It was a warm spring day and their guide Antonio Seville led them up the hills. Assisted by Teddy distant Cousin Konstantin Sajo, they had managed to acquire some maps that led to the foot mountain. They were old because according to locals no had set foot on this mountain and returned in the last twenty years. The area was considered cursed.

It had taken a little more than two weeks for the expedition to reach this point. Trying to keep a low profile and gather the best information had been time consuming and expensive. Martin not trusting locals to see the climb through had recruited a quartet of old soldiers from the Great War that had taken to wandering the wilds of Europe. The Irregulars as Martin has nicknamed them, agreed to join for a few rounds of beer and the promise of a ten bucks a day.

As they approached the foot of the Mountain, the based a tall white cliff, on it five foot letters of reddish mud, were the words, “MAN IS NOT WELCOME HERE”, in Hugarian. The desiccated remains of two deer were near the foot of the cliff near the writing. The lets were drawn in mud that had been mixed with blood. Large wolf tracks could be found along the ground. Antonio examined them and told the expedition that they were over a week old.

The team pressed on, Martin issued ammunition to the Irregulars. The climb would take three days, as they finished the first leg they found nothing two strange. The trails were old and slightly over grown. There no recent sign of any traffic on the trails within the last year.

The second day the expedition passed a flock of sheep grazing on a grassing slope. Mrs. De Winter spotted along the far edge of the slope a pair of wolves observing the sheep. The wolves quickly took cover when they spotted the party. She had the strange impression that the wolves were there to shepherd the flock of sheep.
Pressing that day the team continued to follow trail passed over the grassing slopes into a small thicket of stunted Alpine Fir trees. As they made there was to the trail, Antonio stopped the group and signaled Martin and Joe to the front. There was something wrong with the Trail. Martin looked down and shuddered a little, a landmine. Joe carefully looked around for others and confirmed this was the only one.

Antonito looked at the group, and got a very unsettled look about him. As Joe diffused the mine with Harris, he spoke to Martin. “The only tracks around here are wolf tracks, and they are recent. And this ground was recently overturned.”

Ms. Douglas, “I have noticed there appears to be one or two wolves trailing us. They are hanging was back but I am sure I have caught sight of the since we left camp this morning.”

“Antonio, could you keep this to yourself? I am not sure I want to panic everyone yet…” Martin asked. Antonio nodded and got everyone ready to resume as Joe gave the all clear signal. Joe took point with Martin and Antonio. They continued up for a few hours and set camp, they would reach the peak by mid-day tomorrow. Aside from the periodic howls of wolves, the night passed uneventfully.

***

At noon the next day the expedition approached a ridge that formed a kind of natural wall, between them and the primary peak. As they walked south parallel to the wall they spotted a gap. Taking a turn east toward the gap they caught site of the first signs of human presence on the Mountain. Across an expanse of field, they saw what looked like the remains of a village spread out before a large Mountain cave that opened like a great maw. According to their maps that cave would lead to the other side of the peak.

As the entered the gap on the walls on each side was the message, “MAN IS NOT WELCOME HERE”. Written once again in blood and clay. This time it was written in French, English and Hungarian. This time there were very recent less than a day old.

The companions were forced to level with the Expedition, they were potentially dealing with intelligent wolves of some kind. These wolves had planted a landmine to kill them, they had left the messages and had been following them all the way up the mountain.

Rather move forward the companions decided that they should camp and try to communicate with the beasts. Mrs. De Winter put a message in the snow on just the other side of the ridge. “She had come here to look for her mate. Who had been lost somewhere on this mountain.” And left a handkerchief that had belonged to her husband.
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Episode 3 Part II – Old Hunting Grounds (Haiti)
The game resumes as Roshan and Father Duquesne are investigating the hermitage of the Father Horatio, the murdered priest. They searched the small hut for clues as to his murder. While searching there was some indication that some had proceeded them, hardly surprising given it has been over four months since the murder. They did find many of his clothes there, his books, though no diaries or journals. One item they did find of interest was the pamphlet with union propaganda.
From there the pair seemed to deduce the nature of the trouble, the imprisoned man was a labor activist or sympathizer, named Luis Petit. The Father had somehow entangled with these revolutionaries, how was unclear. The International Fruit labor bosses and military would have wanted to crackdown on any organized labor activity. When Petit was swept up the Father spoke out to petition for him, which made the Father a target. His murder and burning of the Church was an act of suppression. They had no proof but everything in the town supported the theory.

The next steps of their plan were put in place, they would confront the labor boss, but the fear of Justice in him, then learn more about where Petit was by interrogating a Marine and finally begin raising the spirits of the people by making appearances of the Wraith around town. Assuming that the pressure of the people and perhaps the plantation owner Leroy might urge the Marines to surrender Petit without violence.

Sneaking pas Leroy security and night proved a small challenge to the Father and Roshan, the Father donned the Mask once they go to the main house. Walking through the hose the servants scattered as The Wraith walked by them. Opening the doors Leroy froze to terrified to scream for help. “Justice has come for you Leroy, your sins have brought me here, to offer you this choice. Repent you ways and return to these people their dignity and hope that you have enough time to make write all your wrongs. Or die now and face the final Judgment for your sins?” Leroy cried out in terror and begged for his life. Confessing to his crimes and providing more details on the fate Petit.

The interrogation of the Marine merely confirmed what Paul had learned and given the pair the information they needed on the layout of the compound. They confirmed that 1St Lt Sharp was the man who had ordered the capture and interrogation and that he and Sergeant Henson had given strict orders that any communist rebels should be captured and hunted down. That they were both rapidly anti-communist.

The rallying of the people did in fact get the attention of the Marines, but rather then get them to give up Petit, they instead requested support. By the second day an entire Rifle company arrived, along with a new command Captain Weaver. As the game ended the Marines were preparing to start enforcing Martial law on the town.
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Episode 3 - Old Hunting Grounds (Haiti)
The game picks up the evening of April 4th 1927, with Roshan at a small village north of Port Au Prince, Haiti. Roshan and his cousin Darab are waiting on a peer of the small fishing community to greet some customers to whom they are planning to sell state of the art Italian automatic weapons and ammunition. They both look out to the horizon as they hear the buzz of boat engines, and see three motor boats pull up to the dock. As they boats tie off, nine men pile out all wearing similar dark sweaters, and black pants. They say only a few words to one another in German, a group of apparent mercenaries. Two men peel off from the group and walk toward Darab and Roshan.

“Hans, guten nacht,” Darab says as he reaches out his hand and shakes the tallest man’s hand.

“Guten nacht, to you. My men will take a quick look around and then we proceed with business.” Hans said as he paused for a moment taking a careful look around. With the boats secured, four of the men peeled off and walked down the docks on to land taking a few minutes to look around and make sure there were no other bystanders. The remaining three lingered near the boats, taking out rifles as they kept a watchful eye on the shoreline.

Roshan watched carefully, brushing aside his coat to make access to pistol easier. He and his cousin gauged the men carefully. A hint of tension passed between the two; they knew how delicate these transactions could be.

Once the man Darab greeted as Hans felt the area was secure, he turned to Darab. “I apologize for my caution, we just like to careful. May we inspect the goods?”

Darab merely smiled and handed Hans a crowbar, as he did he stepped back closer to Roshan. The two had discussed how they would handle and escape if necessary. Darab had a charge set at the end of the dock where the boats were. They watched carefully as Hans and his men opened the crates counting the guns, checking out one or two at random. Once they were satisfied they quickly checked the ammo crates, cutting a few rounds open to make sure they were good. Roshan was impressed with the thoroughness, the precision of the men was unusual among soldiers of fortune.

“The merchandise ist gut.” He signaled his men who brought four heavy canvas bags, a faint clicking could be heard as they carried them to Darab. Looking in the bags there were bars of silver. “I apologize for the change in plans, but we were not able to exchange these for American dollars before the drop.”

Darab and Roshan looked at one another. “I trust that there is some additional compensation for the change in arrangements?” Roshan asked.

“I believe that you will find the compensation sufficient. Please feel free to count.” Hans said. Folding his arms as his men now crowded around Roshan and Darab.

Darab pulled a few bars out and used some fishing scales nearby to verify the purity of the metal. Roshan kept a careful eye on the his clients. He sensed no hostility, no deception, just the quite tension of men ready for action.

“These are good, I believe this will do. By all means take the goods.” Darab said.

Roshan and Darab watched as the men loaded the boxes onto their boats and left. Then they packed up the money and “insurance policy” Darab had set on the docks. They paid off the villagers that kept watch for any police and got in their own boat to Port Au Prince.

***
The Father arrived in Fore Libre the next day (the 1st ) after a bumping ride from Port Au Prince where the Bishop had bought him and Father Ignatius current on affairs. The chapel in Forte Libre had been burned to the ground almost three months ago. The resident priest had died in the fire along with two other parishes. Local authorities had ruled it an accident but the Bishop is sure that this not true.

Their mission was to investigate the matter further to ensure that the mission would be safe for others. Father Ignatius would likely assigned to the mission once everything was resolved, but given the challenges of healing this community the Bishop wanted to men sent to put things in order.

Father Ignatius had traveled with Father Duquesne for the last few weeks. He was a Jesuit from Quebec, most of his time had been spent doing missionary work in the far north. He was accustomed to roughly and was a hardy man. He was a bit unconventional, much of his time on the trip he had been very critical of the Churches relationship with Haiti and of not being more vocal on it stance against imperialism by western powers.

The town of Fore Libre was in the center of several different large plantations, the town itself was home to almost three thousand souls and was a few miles inland. From the village square you could see the old French for that the town was named for. The building were most huts, the only building that had a cement or brick was the general store (owned by International Fruit), a post office and the remains of the burned out Church.

They were greeted by a local parishes who Louis who was in charge of the post office, he directed them to a hut that had been set aside for them not far from the Church. A group of children helped them with their bags. Duquesne noted the looks on the onlookers, there was a mix of happiness and fear. The faces betrayed a community that was afraid, perhaps even afraid to hope…

***
The next morning Roshan got his rented car and started the trip to Limonade, his cousin was heading back to Panama, and Roshan wanted to stop by Limonade prior meeting Father Duquesne in Fort Libre. The town of Limonade was at one time a base of operations for Wraith, it had been James Fade prior to The Great War and Charles Fade had used
it in the early 1920’s.

A Wraith lair was hidden in the town it was according to the journal concealed underneath a chapel that had been a refuge during the Haitian revolution. The chapel was adjacent to a plantation house that James had the locals convert into a community hospital.
As he drove into town he noticed that town was better taken care of then many he had passed around the streets were cleaning, the houses in better shape, as he passed parked his car a white man cleaning the streets stopped and tipped his hat. Roshan stopped for a moment, the man was in his fifties and seemed cheerful. Looking closer he noticed there was two police man strolling down the street one white, one black the black had a higher rank. The juxtaposition of race bothered him.

Walking to a Café on the street at sat down, a tall black waiter came to him, and Roshan ordered a Café. He asked if the owner was about, the man looked at him and smiled, “I am the owner.”

“You have a lovely town here, the nicest I have been too, but it seems a bit odd. There are no soldiers here, and it seems so peaceful…”

“Yes, we have no need for soldiers here. They say this town is protected by the Angel of Justice,” he said as he waived a waiter to bring Roshan his tea. “Men here grow up knowing that evil has a high price.”

Roshan smiled as he sipped his tea, no longer concerned by the secrets of Limonade, instead he was now intrigued.

***
Roshan found the chapel easy enough it was open, the place had look of being taken care, but not often used chapel. He entered and found the secret entrance behind the confessional. The narrow stairs led down to a 10 by 30 room with a low ceiling. The room was dense with cob webs, as Roshan explored with his electric lantern he found an a few old lamps and lit them.

The room was Spartan there were a few boxes of old supplies: rope, a high power rifle, a couple old .45s, a box or dry rooted ammo, extra boots, etc. There were holes in the corner were a rat or some other creature had found its way in.

After assessing the place he spent the day and evening cleaning the room, patching the holes in the walls and stacking it with a set of armor, a small armory of small arms and repairing any equipment that he found. He spent the evening sleeping on the chapel floor.

***
The Bishop had sent a couple trucks with supplies to help the Mission restart. Bibles, hymnals, tents, lumber and food stables to be distributed to the needy in the community. It had been a busy couple days cleaning up the grounds of the church and getting tents to hold mass. Duquesne and Ignatius had gotten a lot of people to help them and had gotten to know the town pretty well. The people were poor, but generous. They worked long hours at the plantations but many came into town after work to help the priests with the mission in the evenings.

Roshan arrived into town during the noon Mass, he parked the car he rented a beat up Model T on the street. The only other automobiles he had seen in town were the International Fruit Trucks occasionally passing through town. As he was about to enter the Church two cars arrived and parked near his, an Army Jeep carrying a Lt. with two non-commissioned officers and a nice looking Manchester with painted in a nice looking grey and white palate.

A wealthy gentleman in his late 30s stepped out, as his tall black chauffer opened the door. The Lt. stopped and spoke with him briefly then they all strolled up to the Church. Roshan entered ahead of them unsure on whether he wanted to speak with them or lay low.

Father Duquesne noted the newcomers as they took their seats. The well-to-do mane made his way to the front where people moved aside for him. A tension entered the church with him that made the Father wary. The soldiers settled in the back along the wall, obviously not wanting to mix too freely with the locals.

The Father sermon was rousing on, that spoke the swiftness of the Lord’s Justice and the resilience of his Children. The crowd was moved, and the white man in front seemed to show his discomfort. The praises sung during the hymnal were a joyous noise that the Father himself found himself deeply moved by. As the sermon let out, the priests greeted all the people.

The well-dressed man introduced himself as Paul Leroy, the owner of the plantation around the Forte Libre. He offered platitudes of support, but these seemed to be a veiled bribe. A man in the father estimation with many enemies and a lot to loss. It was impossible to shake the feeling that this man was connected death of Father Horatio.
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