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Message: <blockquote data-quote="talien" data-source="post: 6037649" data-attributes="member: 3285">Silent Scream: PrologueBRICHESTER, ENGLAND—"It appears we have visitors, sir," announced Alfred.Jim-Bean opened the door just as a black stretch limousine arrived at Windthrope Manor with three American visitors. "What in the bloody…" was all he got out, trailing off as the visitors exited the limo. "Jimmy!" shouted Randy Kalms, scriptwriter and Mythos author, practically hopping out of the limo.  "I thought you were dead!  I can't believe you've been hiding out in England all this time!"  He looked around at the manor.  "This is a pretty amazing place!  So, uh, I should probably bring you up to speed…" He looked back nervously over his shoulder.  Randy's voice lowered to a conspiratorial whisper.  "I heard from your friend Mr. Alzis that you were in trouble.  He asked me to work with your friend Fiona to get everybody here, but the only way I could do it was…""Alziz…?" Jim-Bean blinked slowly."I'll get the brandy, sir." Alfred made his way towards the kitchen. Out stepped Derik Vanvon, former director of the remake of Curse of the Undead. "Master Baxter," said the portly director with a wide grin.  "So good to be working with you again."Randy fingered his collar.  "Yeah, uh, see about that.  So I guess Mr. Alzis got Vanvon off of whatever charges the police brought against him.  He was cleared of all wrongdoing.  So he's producing a film here – that's our cover anyway.  But there's something else you should know…"Jim-Bean put one hand out and, without looking, grabbed the glass of brandy from a tray Alfred had returned with. He took a long slurp. Hammer pulled up in the stolen vehicle they used for short missions into Brichester.  He exited the vehicle with a tray of McDonald's food in his hand. "Hammer…what in the—"Before he could finish, out stepped the shapely leg of a woman nobody could ever forget. Christine Dee.  Agent Blade's ex-wife, B-movie scream queen, and a Hollywood bombshell. "Oh Agent Hammer!" She ran up to Hammer, throwing her arms around him.  He almost lost his grip on his Diet Coke. "I can't tell you how grateful Alex and I are for all your support.  It's been hard, between movies…" her eyes welled up. "And the government reduced our benefits.  I'm hoping this film will be the one I become famous for," she sniffed.  "Well, just…just thank you."  She gave Hammer a kiss on the cheek."Yeah, I uh…Guppy helped me get a message to Fiona," muttered Hammer.  "I asked for her help with contacts here and I guess...this is it."Jim-Bean transferred the empty glass of brandy from one hand to the other and, without looking, put it down on the tray that Alfred nimbly moved to the opposite side. Fiona exited the limo carrying Christine's luggage and a film camera on her back.  She glared from Christine to Hammer, then back to Christine, huffed, and dropped the luggage in front of the manor's doors.  "Carry yer own god damn luggage, bitch!"Christine let go of Hammer.  "What was that all about?"Vanvon stepped over to Jim-Bean, arms behind his back, luggage unattended.  "I assume you've been briefed?" He arched an eyebrow at Randy, who stuttered. Jim-Bean snatched the bottle of brandy off of Alfred's tray. "No?  Of course not.  Well then, Mr. Carpenter – that's John Carpenter -- is planning to re-make the 1925 silent film The Harbinger, which tells the story of Sir Gilbert Morley. Mr. Kalms is researching the film, and will co-write the screenplay with Carpenter, while Miss Dee will star. We'll be staying a few days at the mansion while Mr. Kalms and I do research for the film; you will, of course, be compensated for your troubles. The male lead will be arriving in a separate vehicle.  Ah yes, here he is now."  Vanvon swept into the manor.Hammer, still standing at the entryway to the manor, looked from the limo to the black Mercedes Benz.  Christine and Fiona were already in the manor. Jim-Bean stood in the entryway, a man powerless to resist the powerful winds of change blowing through his home. Randy cleared his throat.  "One other, OTHER thing. I thought he was dead along with the rest of you guys but it looks like he takes his deep cover seriously cause…"Bad, foul-mouthed, rap music bellowed across the entryway as the Benz pulled up to the door.  Snow Dog exited the vehicle. "Yo whassup homies?"Jim-Bean took a swig from the bottle.</blockquote>

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