Masks of Nyarlathotep: Chapter 2 (London)


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"Good." Jack says, flicking the spent cigarette to the curb. "Now, what is it about being followed? Who?" Jack says to Jabril, pulling him aside from Miriam and Charles.
 

"We went to the British Museum as planned. We found nothing about the case, but afterwards spent some time there, fil haqiq*, because we were enjoying ourselves and Charles' tour. We had started in the African and Egyptian exhibits. We saw other people there, yes, but they did not stand out.

"Until later. Very soon after we got back to the hotel later in the afternoon, one of the men we had seen in the museum came in. We had not even time to retrieve messages from the clerk yet. He sat down, and made...eh...what is it? um...'eyes touching' with me. Then he looked away started to read a newspaper.

*"in truth"
 


"We asked a curator about a pranga - a knife like the ones that killed Jackson - but thereafter allowed Charles to be our guide.*"

*ooc: That's at least how it went to my knowledge - is that right?
 

"Even asking about the knife at the museum wasn't likely enough to draw attention to us, especially enough to have us tracked to our hotel. I can only assume the attention has come from one of the contacts we've had since arriving."
 

Maerdwyn said:
"We asked a curator about a pranga - a knife like the ones that killed Jackson - but thereafter allowed Charles to be our guide.*"

*ooc: That's at least how it went to my knowledge - is that right?

OOC: That's about right! :)
 

"So what do we do next? It is late in the afternoon, but someone apparently knows where we are staying. In speaking with the Inspector, did you learn anything that should be investigated tonight? Did you get any further information on the cases in Mahoney's stories?"
 

"We didn't get much at all. Got the names of a few of his contacts that we should follow up on, but none of the murders seemed to have anything in common with Jackson's. My gut says they are related, but so far, the facts are not panning out." Jack says as he pulls out a cigarette and lights up. "Spitball it; who's most likely our fink?"
 

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