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<blockquote data-quote="talien" data-source="post: 4683001" data-attributes="member: 3285"><p><strong>See No Evil: Part 6 – The Dead Speak</strong></p><p></p><p>Hammer sat across from Colm’s office, Harwick, Chadderton & Merlo. Hot Pants was right to call him in. The map of the area showed no blinking dot: The tracking bug Hammer had planted on Colm’s car wasn’t working. </p><p></p><p>Before he could plant another one, Colm walked out of his office. He was average height with a lean build. His hair had thinned out a great deal, but he took care to brush it over, concealing the spot as much as possible. Colm was thin-faced and clean shaven, with a morose, bloodhound expression. </p><p></p><p>Colm was born in Barlow, Missouri on December 29, 1945. He got his MBA at Missouri State in 1967. He was married to Wilhemina on April 8, 1972 and divorced ten years later. He was also The Review’s secretary and longest-serving member as one of its founders. Unlike the others, Colm lived locally, so he should have been easier to track. But here he was breaking his routine by leaving work early. </p><p></p><p>“Target is on the move, I’m following,” reported Hammer.</p><p></p><p>Colm drove towards JFK airport and stopped at a small strip mall. Several storefronts were vacant, and their windows covered by paper on the inside and with “For Rent” signs on the doors. There was also a locksmith, an ice-cream shop, and a convenience store in operation. Very few people walked the streets. It was deserted except for a cab driver in front of the convenience store, reading the paper.</p><p></p><p>Colm parked his car and went to one of the vacant storefronts. He knocked on the door.</p><p></p><p>The door opened, though the person inside stayed out of sight. Colm was ushered in.</p><p></p><p>Hammer pulled his car over on the opposite side of the street and furtively pointed his parabolic microphone at the window.</p><p></p><p>There was a brief exchange of pleasantries that did not include any names. </p><p></p><p>“Let’s see it,” said Colm. </p><p></p><p>“Behold the power of the Reich!” A sing song chant began that took several minutes.</p><p></p><p>At the end of the chant, a chill settled in. People outside noticed that the sky became overcast, with a sudden, strong breeze. Silence.</p><p></p><p>Then a third voice spoke in German. “<span style="font-family: 'Impact'">Wer ruft mich an?</span>”</p><p></p><p>Colm screamed something. There was a short struggle. A moment later Colm dashed out into the street, clutching a book under his arm.</p><p></p><p>Colm sprinted to his car. Diving into the front seat, he took off.</p><p></p><p>Hammer dropped the parabolic microphone. “Hot Pants!” he shouted into his headset. “Meet at my location, I want a full sweep of the area, there’s been an incident—“</p><p></p><p>Colm’s car flashed by. Then the taxi driver gunned his taxi into action in hot pursuit.</p><p></p><p>Hammer tore after them. Colm had a head start, so Hammer had to settle for tailing the taxi driver instead.</p><p></p><p>A tall, thick-bodied German with an outdoorsman’s ruddy complexion stepped out of the cab. This was no ordinary taxi driver.</p><p></p><p>The German kicked Colm’s door in. Colm had already arrived and left.</p><p></p><p>Hammer slid out of his car and up to the entryway. He drew one of his Glocks. Somewhere, a dog was incessantly yapping.</p><p></p><p>He caught sight of an elderly woman peering at him through the blinds. </p><p></p><p>Hammer put a finger to his lips. Frightened, she closed the blinds. </p><p></p><p>The German was tearing through Colm’s place. Hammer snuck into the hallway only to see the German in Colm’s office. Several letters stuck out of his coat pocket. He had a pistol in one hand, a degausser in the other, and was running it over some discs. </p><p></p><p>Hammer put the cold metal of the Glock to the back of the German’s head. “Stop right there.”</p><p></p><p>The German spun and knocked Hammer’s Glock out of his hand, stunning him with the force. Hammer fired with the other Glock but missed.</p><p></p><p>The German dove and rolled with the speed of an athlete, coming up behind a recliner with an FN Browning high-powered pistol. The bookshelf near Hammer’s head exploded.</p><p></p><p>Hammer drew his other Glock and fired a hailstorm of bullets at the German. The recliner was thoroughly perforated. Stuffing floated through the air.</p><p></p><p>The German made a run for it. He sprinted out the doorway towards his taxi.</p><p></p><p>Hammer slid into the entry way and raked the taxi ahead of the German before he could reach it. Wheels squealed and popped as bullets tore through them.</p><p></p><p>The German didn’t skip a beat. He ran into the middle of the street, waving a gun and shouting in German. A terrified woman stopped her car.</p><p></p><p>Hammer tried to get a bead on the German but he positioned the terrified woman’s car between them. He broke the window, unlocked the door, and threw the woman into the passenger’s seat. </p><p></p><p>Hammer ran over to the passenger’s side but the German pointed his pistol at his hostage.</p><p></p><p>The car peeled out, leaving Hammer in the street. Swearing, Hammer ran back into Colm’s apartment, yanked the computer out of the wall along with some discs, and took off before the cops arrived.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="talien, post: 4683001, member: 3285"] [b]See No Evil: Part 6 – The Dead Speak[/b] Hammer sat across from Colm’s office, Harwick, Chadderton & Merlo. Hot Pants was right to call him in. The map of the area showed no blinking dot: The tracking bug Hammer had planted on Colm’s car wasn’t working. Before he could plant another one, Colm walked out of his office. He was average height with a lean build. His hair had thinned out a great deal, but he took care to brush it over, concealing the spot as much as possible. Colm was thin-faced and clean shaven, with a morose, bloodhound expression. Colm was born in Barlow, Missouri on December 29, 1945. He got his MBA at Missouri State in 1967. He was married to Wilhemina on April 8, 1972 and divorced ten years later. He was also The Review’s secretary and longest-serving member as one of its founders. Unlike the others, Colm lived locally, so he should have been easier to track. But here he was breaking his routine by leaving work early. “Target is on the move, I’m following,” reported Hammer. Colm drove towards JFK airport and stopped at a small strip mall. Several storefronts were vacant, and their windows covered by paper on the inside and with “For Rent” signs on the doors. There was also a locksmith, an ice-cream shop, and a convenience store in operation. Very few people walked the streets. It was deserted except for a cab driver in front of the convenience store, reading the paper. Colm parked his car and went to one of the vacant storefronts. He knocked on the door. The door opened, though the person inside stayed out of sight. Colm was ushered in. Hammer pulled his car over on the opposite side of the street and furtively pointed his parabolic microphone at the window. There was a brief exchange of pleasantries that did not include any names. “Let’s see it,” said Colm. “Behold the power of the Reich!” A sing song chant began that took several minutes. At the end of the chant, a chill settled in. People outside noticed that the sky became overcast, with a sudden, strong breeze. Silence. Then a third voice spoke in German. “[FONT="Impact"]Wer ruft mich an?[/FONT]” Colm screamed something. There was a short struggle. A moment later Colm dashed out into the street, clutching a book under his arm. Colm sprinted to his car. Diving into the front seat, he took off. Hammer dropped the parabolic microphone. “Hot Pants!” he shouted into his headset. “Meet at my location, I want a full sweep of the area, there’s been an incident—“ Colm’s car flashed by. Then the taxi driver gunned his taxi into action in hot pursuit. Hammer tore after them. Colm had a head start, so Hammer had to settle for tailing the taxi driver instead. A tall, thick-bodied German with an outdoorsman’s ruddy complexion stepped out of the cab. This was no ordinary taxi driver. The German kicked Colm’s door in. Colm had already arrived and left. Hammer slid out of his car and up to the entryway. He drew one of his Glocks. Somewhere, a dog was incessantly yapping. He caught sight of an elderly woman peering at him through the blinds. Hammer put a finger to his lips. Frightened, she closed the blinds. The German was tearing through Colm’s place. Hammer snuck into the hallway only to see the German in Colm’s office. Several letters stuck out of his coat pocket. He had a pistol in one hand, a degausser in the other, and was running it over some discs. Hammer put the cold metal of the Glock to the back of the German’s head. “Stop right there.” The German spun and knocked Hammer’s Glock out of his hand, stunning him with the force. Hammer fired with the other Glock but missed. The German dove and rolled with the speed of an athlete, coming up behind a recliner with an FN Browning high-powered pistol. The bookshelf near Hammer’s head exploded. Hammer drew his other Glock and fired a hailstorm of bullets at the German. The recliner was thoroughly perforated. Stuffing floated through the air. The German made a run for it. He sprinted out the doorway towards his taxi. Hammer slid into the entry way and raked the taxi ahead of the German before he could reach it. Wheels squealed and popped as bullets tore through them. The German didn’t skip a beat. He ran into the middle of the street, waving a gun and shouting in German. A terrified woman stopped her car. Hammer tried to get a bead on the German but he positioned the terrified woman’s car between them. He broke the window, unlocked the door, and threw the woman into the passenger’s seat. Hammer ran over to the passenger’s side but the German pointed his pistol at his hostage. The car peeled out, leaving Hammer in the street. Swearing, Hammer ran back into Colm’s apartment, yanked the computer out of the wall along with some discs, and took off before the cops arrived. [/QUOTE]
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