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<blockquote data-quote="talien" data-source="post: 4917575" data-attributes="member: 3285"><p><strong>Operation Bravo: Part 2 – Clifford Potter's Home</strong></p><p></p><p>Androzy led them to Potter's home next. Clifford Potter lived on the extremities of Hellbend near to what was commonly referred to as the “bluff” – a small rise in the land to the northwest of town; approximately a mile from Hellbend. He was the only resident of the area for nearly a quarter of a mile in any direction. </p><p></p><p>"Potter bought the house in Hellbend in late 1993 at a fire sale price and has lived in the town ever since," said Androzy, all business. Jim-Bean's constant stroking had pumped the deputy up considerably. "He had no friends to speak of, but was known to help out others as needed. He drank, but not overly so, and seemed content with maintaining his house and hiking around the ruined areas of Hellbend recovering pieces of valuable scrap metal to sell in nearby Independence or Beatty Junction."</p><p></p><p>"When did he start poking around the Hunt Electrodynamics plant?"</p><p></p><p>"Late 2003," said Androzy, walking to Potter's home. "He began digging up large portions of brass, bronze and copper piping from the site to make some extra money. He was often seen driving off to the ruins of the plant in his old Ford truck with an acetylene torch and other gear in the back. Word around town is that Potter thought the ruins of the plant were a proverbial gold mine."</p><p></p><p>"Mind if we look inside?" asked Jim-Bean.</p><p></p><p>"Oh sure, sure." Androzy took down the tacked notice declaring the house a crime scene and warned trespassers not to enter. That and a flimsy lock was all that kept the curious out. Androzy fumbled for a key and unlocked the door.</p><p></p><p>Potter's small dwelling was a one-story, gable-roofed house painted a sickly, lime green. It had a hand-dug root cellar separated from the main building that dropped approximately twelve feet into the ground, and a small four-foot tall attic. </p><p></p><p>Potter’s kitchen seemed to be the hub of his life. The rest of the house was military clean—sparse almost— while only the kitchen seemed “lived in”. A sign over the stove read “You don’t have to be crazy to live here, but it helps”. On the table lay gloves, two books, a notepad, a map, a boom-box and a series of tapes.</p><p></p><p>Hammer snapped on his plastic gloves. "Don't touch anything."</p><p></p><p>"Sure," said Jim-Bean, ignoring him. </p><p></p><p>The two beaten books on the table were titled Radioactivity and Geology: An Account of the Influence of Radioactive Energy on Terrestrial History and Radioactivity and Its Measurement. </p><p></p><p>"Interesting." Hammer sifted through the tapes. </p><p></p><p>The cassette tapes were strewn about the kitchen table of Potter’s house, next to an ancient, nearly inoperable boom-box. Each had a chicken-scratch label marking them as “Monty Int.” followed by a number. There were tapes in total and none of them were dated. </p><p></p><p>"Did you play these?" asked Jim-Bean.</p><p></p><p>Androzy nodded. "Each contains the rambling recollections of Montgomery Greene. I listened to a few of them. Why?"</p><p></p><p>"Nothing," said Jim-Bean, "just wanted to see if you picked up on something we might miss."</p><p></p><p>Androzy nodded again, missing the bizarre logic of Jim-Bean's statement. </p><p></p><p>"We're going to play these, if you don't mind," said Hammer.</p><p></p><p>"Sure, sure."</p><p></p><p>Hammer picked up the notepad. It was battered and water-logged. In it Clifford potter took hundreds of notes – but few were clearly legible. Besides the poor penmanship, it was obvious Potter had no need to label pages – instead, he seemed to be writing about something he knew very well. Most of the notes appear to be measurements of distance like (6’23”). </p><p></p><p>"Six foot, twenty three inches…" mused Hammer aloud.</p><p></p><p>"That's on the map here too," said Jim-Bean. </p><p></p><p>This hand-drawn map was something obviously fashioned with great care by Clifford Potter. It shows what appeared to be several passages from a bird's eye view along with careful measurements of distance and angles. It was not labeled. </p><p></p><p>"Look at this." Hammer flipped to the last page of Potter's notebook. </p><p></p><p>It was a simple, hand-drawing of what looked like an odd pool with sockets in the border surrounding it. Wavy lines were drawn in the center of the pool.</p><p></p><p>"I think it's time we checked out the root cellar," said Jim-Bean. "Jimbo, you think you could do me a favor?"</p><p></p><p>"It's Lucas."</p><p></p><p>"Lucas, right."</p><p></p><p>"What's up?"</p><p></p><p>"Can you get my forensics kit? It's in the trunk. You did some good work here but I want to take a closer look…"</p><p></p><p>"Sure."</p><p></p><p>Jim-Bean threw him his keys.</p><p></p><p>"Be right back," said Androzy.</p><p></p><p>"Did you just give that idiot the keys to our car?"</p><p></p><p>"Who said those were the car keys?" said Jim-Bean with a grin. "Now let's go check out the root cellar."</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="talien, post: 4917575, member: 3285"] [b]Operation Bravo: Part 2 – Clifford Potter's Home[/b] Androzy led them to Potter's home next. Clifford Potter lived on the extremities of Hellbend near to what was commonly referred to as the “bluff” – a small rise in the land to the northwest of town; approximately a mile from Hellbend. He was the only resident of the area for nearly a quarter of a mile in any direction. "Potter bought the house in Hellbend in late 1993 at a fire sale price and has lived in the town ever since," said Androzy, all business. Jim-Bean's constant stroking had pumped the deputy up considerably. "He had no friends to speak of, but was known to help out others as needed. He drank, but not overly so, and seemed content with maintaining his house and hiking around the ruined areas of Hellbend recovering pieces of valuable scrap metal to sell in nearby Independence or Beatty Junction." "When did he start poking around the Hunt Electrodynamics plant?" "Late 2003," said Androzy, walking to Potter's home. "He began digging up large portions of brass, bronze and copper piping from the site to make some extra money. He was often seen driving off to the ruins of the plant in his old Ford truck with an acetylene torch and other gear in the back. Word around town is that Potter thought the ruins of the plant were a proverbial gold mine." "Mind if we look inside?" asked Jim-Bean. "Oh sure, sure." Androzy took down the tacked notice declaring the house a crime scene and warned trespassers not to enter. That and a flimsy lock was all that kept the curious out. Androzy fumbled for a key and unlocked the door. Potter's small dwelling was a one-story, gable-roofed house painted a sickly, lime green. It had a hand-dug root cellar separated from the main building that dropped approximately twelve feet into the ground, and a small four-foot tall attic. Potter’s kitchen seemed to be the hub of his life. The rest of the house was military clean—sparse almost— while only the kitchen seemed “lived in”. A sign over the stove read “You don’t have to be crazy to live here, but it helps”. On the table lay gloves, two books, a notepad, a map, a boom-box and a series of tapes. Hammer snapped on his plastic gloves. "Don't touch anything." "Sure," said Jim-Bean, ignoring him. The two beaten books on the table were titled Radioactivity and Geology: An Account of the Influence of Radioactive Energy on Terrestrial History and Radioactivity and Its Measurement. "Interesting." Hammer sifted through the tapes. The cassette tapes were strewn about the kitchen table of Potter’s house, next to an ancient, nearly inoperable boom-box. Each had a chicken-scratch label marking them as “Monty Int.” followed by a number. There were tapes in total and none of them were dated. "Did you play these?" asked Jim-Bean. Androzy nodded. "Each contains the rambling recollections of Montgomery Greene. I listened to a few of them. Why?" "Nothing," said Jim-Bean, "just wanted to see if you picked up on something we might miss." Androzy nodded again, missing the bizarre logic of Jim-Bean's statement. "We're going to play these, if you don't mind," said Hammer. "Sure, sure." Hammer picked up the notepad. It was battered and water-logged. In it Clifford potter took hundreds of notes – but few were clearly legible. Besides the poor penmanship, it was obvious Potter had no need to label pages – instead, he seemed to be writing about something he knew very well. Most of the notes appear to be measurements of distance like (6’23”). "Six foot, twenty three inches…" mused Hammer aloud. "That's on the map here too," said Jim-Bean. This hand-drawn map was something obviously fashioned with great care by Clifford Potter. It shows what appeared to be several passages from a bird's eye view along with careful measurements of distance and angles. It was not labeled. "Look at this." Hammer flipped to the last page of Potter's notebook. It was a simple, hand-drawing of what looked like an odd pool with sockets in the border surrounding it. Wavy lines were drawn in the center of the pool. "I think it's time we checked out the root cellar," said Jim-Bean. "Jimbo, you think you could do me a favor?" "It's Lucas." "Lucas, right." "What's up?" "Can you get my forensics kit? It's in the trunk. You did some good work here but I want to take a closer look…" "Sure." Jim-Bean threw him his keys. "Be right back," said Androzy. "Did you just give that idiot the keys to our car?" "Who said those were the car keys?" said Jim-Bean with a grin. "Now let's go check out the root cellar." [/QUOTE]
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