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Congratulations, I know I'm looking forward to more. Though it's certainly quite the situation the heroes have gotten themselves into, I can't help but wonder how they're going to get out of it.

The Sergeant just grunted at Larry, and then climbed in driver's seat of his car, though he didn't start it, and instead got out a cellphone, quick dialed a number, and started talking quietly. Down the road, on the other side of the team and their car, another squad car pulled to the side of...

I've been reading the original Halmae Thread and this once over the last month and a half, and I've finally finished. I have to say, I love the characters, the setting and the writing. This is an amazing story hour, and I look forward to future updates.

When Larry attempted to go through the cliff wall, he found it as solid as the rock of Gibralter. Whatever was going on inside seemed to be for Merideth only ***** “Because you are the inheritor of a powerful legacy, one that began long before my own birth, and because you may be the last one...

Meredith stepped up to the cliff face, and passed through the seemingly solid surface smoothly. Inside, there was total darkness. Then, a torch flared into existence. Then another and another and another until the room was entirely lit by eight burning torches on the walls, casting dancing...

Gibbens glared at Cade, his face turning redder and redder, before he turned and stomped off back to his squad car, getting back in the driver's seat and shutting the door.

"Think this is funny?" the cop demanded, his face turning red, and his fingers twitching above his sidearm. "You got two choices here. You can come see Mr. deGant... or I can haul you off to the county jail."

Meredith leads the group passed the pond and through the woods a short distance before reaching the base of a short cliff in a clearing, about fifteen feet high. There was, otherwise, nothing particularly remarkable about it. shayuri At the base of the cliff, Meredith could see the old man look...

shayuri As Meredith starts to turn, she saw the old man again. He was standing two hundred feet further into the forest, on the other side of a frozen pond. He was wearing a white cloak and what looked like... a suit of chainmail? He drew a long sword, that looked very much like the one Meredith...

Rushing at a breakneck pace into the forest and slogging through the snow, Meredith, followed by Larry and Diego, reaches the tree where she saw the old man as fast as she can. But when she arrives, there's no one there. It seems impossible that he could have slipped away, she had her eyes on it...

The forest on the edge of town is one of the many deciduous forests of oak, hickory, and maple that occupy Illinois. The trees, berefet of leaves and covered in snow and ice make for an eerily beautiful view. The road itself is a small, curving road that makes it way through the forest towards...

Cade packs up the gear, and the agents head out. He manages to plant the two bugs without being noticed as he leaves, getting them in optimum positions for maximum audio reception. The officer watches to the Institute team leave, staying behind once they're outside. Listening in on the bugs...

Megan nodded quietly. "I just need a vacation, see my family, get my head cleared up," she said. "And stay away from the tabloids. Thank you." Sergeant Gibbens leaned on the wall with one hand. "Now that you're done," he said, looking at Larry and the others, his eyes hidden behind his mirrored...

Merideth stared at yon cop, her pupils dilating as her eyes begin to see the realm beyond, the swirling eddies of Dark*Matter that wrap in the world. The cop has been touched recently, but indirectly... not the source of it. She can also sense ... pain... in the background aura of the town...

Cade pulled the door open suddenly. The cop looked startled for a moment, but recovered well. "Megan," he called out towards the inside of the house, shouting past Cade's head. "These folks bothering you? Saw the van outside, figured it was probably more reporters." "No, no, it's okay, Officer...

"Aww, thanks," Z replies, smiling unseen on the other side of the phone. "I'll see what dirt I can dig up and get back to you as soon as I can."

Z called back a minute later after receiving the photos. "Here we go, got the files on him. Sergeant Kurt Gibbens, head of the Police Department in Greenway Crossing. Eighteen year veteran of various small town police forces in the state, no real issues or problems that come to note... hmm...

"I … I guess that makes sense," Megan said, slowly starting to nod as Larry began to spin his tale into her ears. "I mean, aliens don’t exist after all… and deGant is also going on about other companies trying to steal his secrets or Neo-Scientologists trying to embarrass him. I'll use some...

So far, I've enjoyed it. I can definitely see this being useful for me for characterizing the NPCs when I finally get a chance to run it.

"deGant... the manager of the plant. He flew into a rage when he found out... and he told me not to talk about this to any reporters, or he'd fire me..."