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Message: <blockquote data-quote="DanMcS" data-source="post: 823619" data-attributes="member: 6530">After that whole werewolf fiasco we've taken to having our gear handy at all times.  Not getting caught napping again, no sir, not us.  So it was fairly simple to grab everything, toss it in the van, and go.  We told Dumbledore to call ahead and get us a room in the same hotel, and we'd check in periodically.  I don't remember ever actually checking in with him, but we told him we would to make him feel  better.***A cutaway later, and we pulled into the hotel in Minneapolis.  Holiday Inn, only the best for our boss.  We checked into our room, dropped off our bags, and went to check out Daedalus' room.  It's gotten so that breaking into it barely bothered us anymore.Nobody there- no big surprise.  They left a keycard, so we can get back in here if we need to.  Found Daedalus' laptop, and a bag we assumed was Bronagh's- it had some snips, screwdrivers, and a pound of high explosives in a little plastic baggie.  We miss that girl.After a little work, I got the laptop to boot off a disk and poked around the hard drive.  Almost everything was encrypted.  Bugger.  We did find a note about the Brimstone Club that all these ML types belonged to, apparently.  That name didn't conjure visions of happy fluffy kittens.  You'd think these evil types would learn.  If they called it the 'Minneapolis Philatelic Society' nobody would ever investigate their boring asses, and they could get away with all the evil they wanted.We got the local paper and headed into town to investigate the cheerful bunnies.***Apparently (coincidence?  I think not!) the Evil Ones had their big annual celebration (an annual ceremony?  by an evil cult?  you don't say!) coming up in a couple days.  The Founder's Ball.  From what we could tell, everyone who was anyone in town was a member, and they were all wealthy, secretive, and gave heavily to charities.  It all screamed evil to us.  They probably had Eric, Bronagh, and Cedric locked in their compound, ready to sacrifice at midnight at the Founder's Ball to whatever demon provided them all with this unnatural prosperity.  Today was the fifth, the party was the ninth, so we had a couple of days to break in there.Did I mention they had a compound?  This big, old, mansion-looking building near the center of town.  Wrought-iron fence around the whole thing, private limosine fleet, armed guards, security cameras, the whole nine yards.  Probably an evil summoning circle or altar or something in there somewhere.According to the paper, there had been a bear attack outside the front gate a couple of days ago.  Police and animal control were called, but they never found it.We walked uptown to check out this place.  No way we were getting in there.  Mason and Isaac conferred over a street map, and Wolfgang wandered off to get the lay of the land.  He saw a young kid checking us out.  The kid spotted Wolf, and took off.  Wolfgang, logically, chased him.  He yelled into his radio, "I'm chasing the kid!"  We, of course, had no idea what he was talking about, but we saw him running down the street a hundred yards away, and took off after him.The kid turned the corner into an alley.  All the signals screamed "Danger, danger!"  Wolfgang ignored them, and ran right after him.  He pulled up face to face with a nervous, cornered kid pointing a gun straight into his face.  "Whoa."</blockquote>

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