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Message: <blockquote data-quote="DanMcS" data-source="post: 826196" data-attributes="member: 6530">Wolfgang froze still, pointing his flashlight and pistol at the beast.  It tossed it's shaggy head and growled low in its throat.  It sniffed at him."Rrrr?""Hey there, Cedric, it's me, Wolfgang.  Looks like you're bleeding there.  You recognize me, right?"***Cedric told us he had gone with Daedalus and Bronagh to break into the Brimstone mansion.  Daedalus had done something, a spell we surmised, to disguise Cedric.  They got to the door, but then the doorman looked right at Cedric and raised an alarm.  Armed gunmen came running, and a few people that looked like they were wearing armor, and carrying swords.  Cedric ripped up a couple of the guards but had to retreat, and he didn't know what happened to the other two.Isaac gave the kid his $50 and got his cell number so we could get ahold of him later.  He told us his boss might be able to help us out.We decided to stash Cedric in our hotel room.  Wolfgang and Mason doubletimed it a couple of blocks back to the hotel and Isaac stayed with Cedric.  We wrapped him in a blanket and hustled him into the back of the van, then up the back stairs to the hotel room.  We gave him one of our last few healing potions and left him in bed watching cartoons.***The little plastic sign twisted and swung on the doorknob to the room, proclaming DO NOT DISTURB.***We headed back downtown.  Minneapolis apparently had a network of pedestrian tunnels for use in winter.  The Brimstone Club building lay overtop of one, so we went down to scope it out.Bad men love tunnels, right?  Apparently these did, at least.  Right underneath the Club, as far as we could tell, there was a big arch cut in the wall of the tunnel.  It was bricked up, though.  Very wierd.  We tapped on it and poked around, but the only way we were getting through this thing was with a jackhammer.***We sat in our van across the street from the Club.  "What are we going to do now?  That place is locked up tighter than Fort Knox."As if in answer, the driveway gate of the Club opened, and one of the fleet limosines pulled out onto the street and accellerated smoothly away.  "Follow it!"We trailed the limo all the way to the airport, then watched as it picked someone up.  It was getting dark now and we closed in a little to make sure we didn't lose it.  The limo turned off the freeway well before downtown, into a suburb.  We twisted through several side streets then watched in defeat as it pulled into a gated community.  Mason pulled into a small lot and threw the van into park.We jumped out, ran over, and fairly vaulted the fence beside the road."They're dropping someone off, right?  We just wait for the limo to come back.""And then?""We jump out in front of it and make them stop.""And then?""We, um, force the driver to tell us who they dropped off, where, and all about the evil Founder's Ball?""Dude, you're an idiot.""Hssst, here comes the limo, shut up and get down."We hid in the bushes and watched as our elusive quarry rolled right by, out the gate, and into the night.***They'd only been gone a couple of minutes.  We used Mason's cell to check nearby addresses and found a member of the Brimstone Club who lived here.  Hugh Vasilauskas, elderly gent, founder of some big company, wealthy, international traveller, the whole 'evil mastermind' package.  We stood across the street from his front gate."Wanna go in?""You go right ahead.  I'll see you later.""Come on.  We can get in there no problem.  He's an old guy, he's probably asleep already."The front gate had two mounted cameras and a call box.  We checked it out, decided our chances of knocking out the cameras with a rock were pretty slim, and were about to go, when the call box crackled."Are you gentlemen going to debate all night, or are you going to come in for a drink?"</blockquote>

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