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<blockquote data-quote="mikeawmids" data-source="post: 6432579" data-attributes="member: 6776411"><p><u>Savage Worlds / Daring Tales of Adventure / To End All Wars / Part 6</u></p><p></p><p>Emilio pulled the roadster up against the curb and killed the engine. This was the address that Valerie had given them. Brett whistled appreciatively. The three-storey house beyond the gates was magnificent. Bright light streamed from almost every window.</p><p></p><p><strong>“Well, someone must be home,”</strong> Nicolas observed, <strong>“Didn’t Miss Braveheart tell us that Doctor Starkweather had been abducted by Nazis?”</strong></p><p></p><p><strong>“That’s what Jim Black told her,”</strong> Brett confirmed, <strong>“Let’s find out what’s going on.”</strong></p><p></p><p>--</p><p></p><p>Crushed stone crunched underfoot as the heroes approached the house. They had not encountered any guards, yet they still proceeded warily, unsure of what to expect. Noticing that Nicolas was headed for the front door, Brett grabbed the mesmerist’s arm.</p><p></p><p><strong>“We can’t just amble up and ring the bell,”</strong> the aviator hissed, <strong>“Remember what happened at the laboratory? If the Nazi’s have captured Starkweather, they might have left guards or traps for anyone looking for him to stumble upon.”</strong></p><p></p><p>Emilio crept up to one of the ground floor windows and peeked inside. The room beyond the glass was a lavishly furnished dining room, dominated by a long, rosewood table, set for dinner. An attractive woman in a figure-hugging black dress entered the room and placed a bottle of wine at the head of the table. A connoisseur of both wine and women, Emilio immediately recognised both to be of exquisite quality.</p><p></p><p><strong>“It is all clear,”</strong> the Italian reported to the others, who were crouched among the immaculately pruned bushes, <strong>“But maybe I should go alone, just to be on the safe side.”</strong></p><p></p><p><strong>“I think not,”</strong> said Brett, who had also seen the attractive woman through Doctor Gizmo’s telescopic tube. The two alpha males glared at one another. Brett might have growled.</p><p></p><p>--</p><p></p><p>Jostling one another, Brett and Emilio made their way towards the house and both knocked simultaneously. The door was opened by the woman in the black dress.</p><p></p><p><strong>“Good evening, gentlemen. How can I help you?”</strong></p><p></p><p><strong>“Buenas tardes, usted deslumbrante muestra de la feminidad,”</strong> Emilio purred in his native tongue, <strong>“Nada me gustaría más que besar tus dulces labios.”</strong> <em>(“Good evening, you ravishing specimen of femininity. Nothing would please me more than to kiss your sweet lips.”)</em></p><p></p><p>Brett stepped in front of the love-struck Italian before he could embarrass himself further.</p><p></p><p><strong>“Don’t mind him, he’s from Europe,”</strong> Brett said apologetically, <strong>“My name is Brett Hardcastle and I’m investigating the death of one of Doctor Starkweather’s employees, a man called Jim Black. He was a personal friend and I want to bring his killers to justice. Is the doctor available to discuss this matter?”</strong></p><p></p><p><strong>“How terrible!”</strong> the woman exclaimed, <strong>“The doctor is preparing for dinner, but I’m certain that he will want to speak to you. Please come inside. My name is Claudia Knight. Doctor Starkweather employs me as his personal assistant.”</strong></p><p></p><p>Miss Knight shrieked suddenly as she caught sight of Columbus.</p><p></p><p><strong>“Don’t worry. The chimp is with us.”</strong> Brett said reassuringly.</p><p></p><p><strong>“Excuse my reaction, but the doctor has allergies,”</strong> Claudia explained, <strong>“Perhaps your… pet could wait outside?”</strong></p><p></p><p><strong>“He’s not my pet, he’s my partner,”</strong> Nicolas said, <strong>“But maybe it would be best if you waited in the car, Columbus old boy.”</strong></p><p></p><p><strong>“Don’t adjust any of the seats!”</strong> Emilio cautioned sternly.</p><p></p><p><strong>“Ook, Ook!”</strong> Columbus muttered sulkily as he sloped off. <em>(“I’m going to leave a nasty surprise for you in the glove box, Lord Valentine.”)</em></p><p></p><p>--</p><p></p><p>Seated around the rosewood table in Starkweather’s dining room, Brett and Emilio continued to compete for Miss Knight’s attention.</p><p></p><p><strong>“Did I mention that I’m a celebrated stunt pilot?”</strong> Brett bragged.</p><p></p><p><strong>“Yes. Four times and counting.”</strong> Emilio snapped, <strong>“Which is still less impressive than being the heir to a fabulous fortune – not to mention incredibly handsome.”</strong></p><p></p><p><strong>“Don’t forget modest,”</strong> Brett sneered. Emilio shrugged and sipped his wine.</p><p></p><p>For her part, Miss Knight seemed oblivious to the effect she was having on the two men. She sprayed her slender neck with a small bottle of perfume and smiled charmingly.</p><p></p><p><strong>“That’s a delightful fragrance, Claudia,”</strong> Emilio complimented her, taking the opportunity to lean in closer than was really necessary, <strong>“What is it called?”</strong></p><p></p><p><strong>“Oh, it’s just a little gift from the doctor,”</strong> she replied coyly, <strong>“I’m so glad that you like it.”</strong></p><p></p><p>Before Brett could interject, the double doors at the end of the room were opened by a pair of servants and a well-dressed, balding man rolled in on a wheelchair. Miss Knight immediately rose and helped manoeuvre the newcomer into position at the head of the table.</p><p></p><p><strong>“Good evening gentlemen, I am sorry to have kept you waiting,”</strong> the man said, <strong>“I hope that Miss Knight has ensured your comfort. As I’m sure you’ve already surmised, I am Doctor Henry Starkweather. I understand that you wish to speak with me regarding one of my researchers?”</strong></p><p></p><p><strong>“Yes, a man called Jim Black was murdered this morning.”</strong> Brett explained, <strong>“Before he died, he contacted a reporter at the Boston Herald and told her that you had been abducted.”</strong></p><p></p><p><strong>“What a remarkable claim,”</strong> Starkweather chuckled, <strong>“Yet you can see with your own eyes that it cannot be true. If I were a Nazi prisoner, I would not be sitting here with you, about to enjoy a delicious plate of venison.”</strong></p><p></p><p><strong>“I don’t think I said anything about Nazis.”</strong> Brett said. Pushing his chair away from the table, Brett rose and reached for his gun. His fingers fumbled clumsily with the holster and the weapon dropped onto the floor. A wave of dizziness hit Brett like a speeding donkey cart and he reached out an arm to steady himself – or tried to. His arm would not cooperate and he fell against the wall with a surprised expression on his face.</p><p></p><p><strong>“What have you done to me?”</strong> he tried to say, the noise he generated was less like human speech and more like the sound a distressed cow might make falling down a well. Emilio’s head had fallen forward onto the table and flopped around like a dying fish. Both Nicolas and Gizmo had slumped in their seats.</p><p></p><p><strong>“Sorry about this,”</strong> Miss Knight said, though she didn’t sound remotely sorry, <strong>“The perfume that you so admired was actually a mild paralysing agent to which Henry and I are both immune.”</strong></p><p></p><p><strong>“The effect won’t last long,”</strong> Starkweather added, <strong>“But it will last long enough to deal with you meddling fools.”</strong></p><p></p><p>Starkweather rang a small bell and the doors he had entered through opened once more. This time, it was Klaus Adler and his remaining goons that appeared in the portal. They had shed their civilian clothes and now wore German military uniforms.</p><p></p><p><strong>“Take them to the wine cellar,”</strong> Starkweather instructed his Nazi collaborators.</p><p></p><p><em>To be continued….</em></p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="mikeawmids, post: 6432579, member: 6776411"] [u]Savage Worlds / Daring Tales of Adventure / To End All Wars / Part 6[/u] Emilio pulled the roadster up against the curb and killed the engine. This was the address that Valerie had given them. Brett whistled appreciatively. The three-storey house beyond the gates was magnificent. Bright light streamed from almost every window. [b]“Well, someone must be home,”[/b] Nicolas observed, [b]“Didn’t Miss Braveheart tell us that Doctor Starkweather had been abducted by Nazis?”[/b] [b]“That’s what Jim Black told her,”[/b] Brett confirmed, [b]“Let’s find out what’s going on.”[/b] -- Crushed stone crunched underfoot as the heroes approached the house. They had not encountered any guards, yet they still proceeded warily, unsure of what to expect. Noticing that Nicolas was headed for the front door, Brett grabbed the mesmerist’s arm. [b]“We can’t just amble up and ring the bell,”[/b] the aviator hissed, [b]“Remember what happened at the laboratory? If the Nazi’s have captured Starkweather, they might have left guards or traps for anyone looking for him to stumble upon.”[/b] Emilio crept up to one of the ground floor windows and peeked inside. The room beyond the glass was a lavishly furnished dining room, dominated by a long, rosewood table, set for dinner. An attractive woman in a figure-hugging black dress entered the room and placed a bottle of wine at the head of the table. A connoisseur of both wine and women, Emilio immediately recognised both to be of exquisite quality. [b]“It is all clear,”[/b] the Italian reported to the others, who were crouched among the immaculately pruned bushes, [b]“But maybe I should go alone, just to be on the safe side.”[/b] [b]“I think not,”[/b] said Brett, who had also seen the attractive woman through Doctor Gizmo’s telescopic tube. The two alpha males glared at one another. Brett might have growled. -- Jostling one another, Brett and Emilio made their way towards the house and both knocked simultaneously. The door was opened by the woman in the black dress. [b]“Good evening, gentlemen. How can I help you?”[/b] [b]“Buenas tardes, usted deslumbrante muestra de la feminidad,”[/b] Emilio purred in his native tongue, [b]“Nada me gustaría más que besar tus dulces labios.”[/b] [i](“Good evening, you ravishing specimen of femininity. Nothing would please me more than to kiss your sweet lips.”)[/i] Brett stepped in front of the love-struck Italian before he could embarrass himself further. [b]“Don’t mind him, he’s from Europe,”[/b] Brett said apologetically, [b]“My name is Brett Hardcastle and I’m investigating the death of one of Doctor Starkweather’s employees, a man called Jim Black. He was a personal friend and I want to bring his killers to justice. Is the doctor available to discuss this matter?”[/b] [b]“How terrible!”[/b] the woman exclaimed, [b]“The doctor is preparing for dinner, but I’m certain that he will want to speak to you. Please come inside. My name is Claudia Knight. Doctor Starkweather employs me as his personal assistant.”[/b] Miss Knight shrieked suddenly as she caught sight of Columbus. [b]“Don’t worry. The chimp is with us.”[/b] Brett said reassuringly. [b]“Excuse my reaction, but the doctor has allergies,”[/b] Claudia explained, [b]“Perhaps your… pet could wait outside?”[/b] [b]“He’s not my pet, he’s my partner,”[/b] Nicolas said, [b]“But maybe it would be best if you waited in the car, Columbus old boy.”[/b] [b]“Don’t adjust any of the seats!”[/b] Emilio cautioned sternly. [b]“Ook, Ook!”[/b] Columbus muttered sulkily as he sloped off. [i](“I’m going to leave a nasty surprise for you in the glove box, Lord Valentine.”)[/i] -- Seated around the rosewood table in Starkweather’s dining room, Brett and Emilio continued to compete for Miss Knight’s attention. [b]“Did I mention that I’m a celebrated stunt pilot?”[/b] Brett bragged. [b]“Yes. Four times and counting.”[/b] Emilio snapped, [b]“Which is still less impressive than being the heir to a fabulous fortune – not to mention incredibly handsome.”[/b] [b]“Don’t forget modest,”[/b] Brett sneered. Emilio shrugged and sipped his wine. For her part, Miss Knight seemed oblivious to the effect she was having on the two men. She sprayed her slender neck with a small bottle of perfume and smiled charmingly. [b]“That’s a delightful fragrance, Claudia,”[/b] Emilio complimented her, taking the opportunity to lean in closer than was really necessary, [b]“What is it called?”[/b] [b]“Oh, it’s just a little gift from the doctor,”[/b] she replied coyly, [b]“I’m so glad that you like it.”[/b] Before Brett could interject, the double doors at the end of the room were opened by a pair of servants and a well-dressed, balding man rolled in on a wheelchair. Miss Knight immediately rose and helped manoeuvre the newcomer into position at the head of the table. [b]“Good evening gentlemen, I am sorry to have kept you waiting,”[/b] the man said, [b]“I hope that Miss Knight has ensured your comfort. As I’m sure you’ve already surmised, I am Doctor Henry Starkweather. I understand that you wish to speak with me regarding one of my researchers?”[/b] [b]“Yes, a man called Jim Black was murdered this morning.”[/b] Brett explained, [b]“Before he died, he contacted a reporter at the Boston Herald and told her that you had been abducted.”[/b] [b]“What a remarkable claim,”[/b] Starkweather chuckled, [b]“Yet you can see with your own eyes that it cannot be true. If I were a Nazi prisoner, I would not be sitting here with you, about to enjoy a delicious plate of venison.”[/b] [b]“I don’t think I said anything about Nazis.”[/b] Brett said. Pushing his chair away from the table, Brett rose and reached for his gun. His fingers fumbled clumsily with the holster and the weapon dropped onto the floor. A wave of dizziness hit Brett like a speeding donkey cart and he reached out an arm to steady himself – or tried to. His arm would not cooperate and he fell against the wall with a surprised expression on his face. [b]“What have you done to me?”[/b] he tried to say, the noise he generated was less like human speech and more like the sound a distressed cow might make falling down a well. Emilio’s head had fallen forward onto the table and flopped around like a dying fish. Both Nicolas and Gizmo had slumped in their seats. [b]“Sorry about this,”[/b] Miss Knight said, though she didn’t sound remotely sorry, [b]“The perfume that you so admired was actually a mild paralysing agent to which Henry and I are both immune.”[/b] [b]“The effect won’t last long,”[/b] Starkweather added, [b]“But it will last long enough to deal with you meddling fools.”[/b] Starkweather rang a small bell and the doors he had entered through opened once more. This time, it was Klaus Adler and his remaining goons that appeared in the portal. They had shed their civilian clothes and now wore German military uniforms. [b]“Take them to the wine cellar,”[/b] Starkweather instructed his Nazi collaborators. [i]To be continued….[/i] [/QUOTE]
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