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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Golden Bee" data-source="post: 9455194" data-attributes="member: 7041055">"My lawyer'll beat you up."Gold shirts, gold fur.“You’re not the first man to menace me with a knife.” said the 13-year-old. “The ugliest, sure, but not the first.”March, 1935, Mexico City. (NPC) Florence Zee was in town for an international music festival. She invited her best friend, 13-year-old millionaire Devika Velyapur, who brought her lawyer, Tácito Uriel Velasco, and continual self-inviter, professor Winston Callahan. Zee’s host, conductor Carlos Chavez, had been lavishing the singer with jewelry and attention. Devi politely told the host that he was barking up the wrong tree.The adventuring trio was extremely attentive, asking about event security, Carlos’s personal enemies, and the international dynamics at play. He swore everything was fine; keep an eye out for the nationalist ‘gold shirts’, and things would be dandy.***The next day, Callahan and Devi checked the venue for safety. Security seemed to be doing their job. Carlos was late, because he was dead.The crime scene was a gory one. Someone bit off the back of Chavez’s head. Someone else unlocked the composer’s back door with lockpicks. And presumably someone else cut the brake lines of the Chrysler. The police cut off further investigation, but not before “El Abogado Número Uno” went through the composer’s correspondence. Carlos was getting hatred from both sides of the aisle: for being too nationalistic, and not nationalistic enough. But who killed him? And who wanted to but didn’t get a chance?The suburb backed up onto a national park; it was time for some hiking! The group followed the natural and mystical trail into the hinterlands, where they ran into Dr Carmen Zheng, Chinese-Mexican. She radiated suspicious energy… but wasn’t the killer! She knew who it was, and promised to tell the players… after lunch at her house.She was accompanied by a hybrid jaguar man, one of her brothers. She had used magic and science to turn her siblings into creatures who could fight back against the fascist oppression of biracial Mexicans.*** Lunch looked delicious. Devi picked up a fork… but noticed Zheng wasn’t eating.Fortunately, the doctor had only used a sedative. The group slipped out to go after her brother, Juanito, the most likely perpetrator. His next target was local ultranationalist, Nicolas Rodriguez Carrasco.Unbeknownst to the others, Callahan returned to the Zheng residence, studying how to cure the transformation. His academic expulsion from England made him sensitive to those who commited crimes of anger.Tácito Velasco, alias the Jade Jaguar, went to his newly repaired office. Some case files helped him track down a dive bar where the gold shirts liked to waste afternoons. Devi picked up Florence, recapping the adventure and emphasizing all her great jokes. (“Now he’s a decomposer! You get it right?”)In a run-down dive, the group didn’t seem imposing. To the untrained eye, it was a fancy lawyer, two gringos and an Indian girl in combat boots. Nunca. Velasco was unwilling to throw the first punch. Awkward. Devika read out a folded note in phonetic Spanish.The Mexico-Firsters might’ve let that slide, until Tácito brought up Carrasco’s old friend Pancho Villa. That got the fists flying.Someone threw a punch and he responded with a kick to the elbow, a whirling back fist, and a rising knee. Elsewhere, Callahan used his scientific know-how to pour ball bearings on the floor and cover the bar top with grease. Devi almost got a beer bottle to the skull, but used her psychic whammy to flummox her foes. One tonto whirled his pool cue around, smashing his pal in the face. Another tripped and sent his friend face-first into a barstool. India’s Richest Girl wasn’t done yet. She used the mirror behind the bar to incapacitate six crooks at once!Carrasco pulled a knife, but the group ducked around him, allowing Tácito to finish him off with an elegant flying tackle. Things were looking up, until Juanito the Jaguarman dropped from the ceiling. He wanted to kill the gold shirt leader, grabbed Tácito off the floor…and got a Sh&#333;ry&#363;ken for his trouble. The rising uppercut knocked the spots off Juanito and split his jaw into pieces.  Another one hit KO for the Jade Jaguar.Professor Callahan grabbed Juanito’s necklace, reverting him to human form. The academic argued that now Juanito could flee to the mountains, an argument that didn’t persuade either of his companions. Callahan switched to his backup plan, a smoke bomb. As the other two coughed, he grabbed the young man over his shoulder and sprinted to safety.Devi and Florence revised the concert to emphasize peace and unity, making it a tribute to the dead composer. Tácito kept his eye out for the professor, vowing to catch him… And make him serve community service for aiding and abetting. A smoke bomb, really?!</blockquote>

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