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Message: <blockquote data-quote="runescience" data-source="post: 1445893" data-attributes="member: 15942">Subject: [AtirCampaign] Seattle Write up: By Father Doug McGraveI was sitting in the atrium of the Seattle Convent High School. This use to be an all girls school, but its since been changed over to a coed private school, catering to the poorer neighborhoods. I'm a student advisor in my spare time. I also teach boxing to the after school kids.Sister Catherine made a special trip to the school to seem me with a letter inviting me and poor departed Sister Anne of Catholic Childrens hospital Embellished Illnesses Ward for terminal illnesses. This particular wing was built to do research and hospice work for a particularly odd and gruesome childress disease. The letter was an invite from the founders of the Doxies Imbellished Disease (DID) Foundation. Sister Anne and I have worked there since is opening. For me its mostly my spear time, since most of my time now is spent keeping Jonny out of trouble an into his books. So, poor Sister Anne and I caught a cab. I treated her to a new dress. She looked so lovely in it. She was still in her youth, a mere 43, and was the picture of irish beauty. Poor thing. The food was fair to midland, and the crowd was mostly the well to do. I made all the proper pleasantries befitting a person of my stature. I saw Old Mr Williams of the Ford Grant foundation. He was looking well. His youngest son was not graduating harvard. I saw officer Gnatz, a friend of mine from the hospital who lost a daughter to DID. The food was good. The speeches were speeches. Fortunately I had 'enough of the dog' to allow me to have a fitfull nod when the the speeches started. I usually snore myself awake when i fall asleep sittin up. So it wasnt a problem. Desert was, if you'll forgive the express, heavenly. And then the trouble started. There was a last round of introductions. It went something like this:"I would like to thank the last of our guests..." And thru each of the 8 doors in the Celebration hall walks a person. More or less dressed. And they did the darndest thing. Each one turned around and locked the doors, and BROKE the keys into the lock. Well dont that beat all. Yes. Indeed Jim, trouble was brewing. I didnt like it a'tall.They walked up one by one and introduced themselves. Then a signal was given and the lights went out. I felt a big HUG, and passed out.I woke up in a hospital, to the sound of Jack Williams voice. He was telling us how lucky were were, and how we were 3 out of 300 that avoided the slaughter. Begora!! Saints rest their poor souls. My favorite of all, Sister Anne was now in heaven visiting with the king.  And why... why was that poor woman dead? Why weren't we dead.This fella told us that there were wierdness in the world, and that we were being recruited by independ law offices and giving us FBI powers. I bit my tongue. The 2 other fellas: Cord, an entrepenur,  and Noah an engineering lad of 23, and I were going to be sharing an apartment. He told is it was important for those that did these things be convinced we were dead.  I accepted it.  The fella I keep out of trouble, my ward, Id guess youd say, had to be told. If he isn't kept on the straight and narrow, he turns into a holy terror.There wasnt much we could do till we healed and got moved to the safe location.  Two days later, we moved out ot the house, and were told that a lad named Shamus would be avaible to breif us. We got shipped to our new digs. Fortunately our moneys were moved to new bank accounts, our drivers licenses were moved to names, and our things were shipped to us in our new appartment. So, in essence we were to be the new nemisis of wierdness and evil. We three were now bound in our mortal flesh to join the ancient armies of the protectorate. Similar to the way Joan got the message from god to protect her flock, and King Arthur new to take on his shield and sword. If only it were that well defined. Our first mission was to head into the park and scout out a couple of loonies dressed in super hero costumes. Theyd been responsible for scaring off the locals. A couple of muggings and rollings. The FBI lost an officer down there. Beats the hell out of my why they didnt set up a special unit them selves. In the movies, you see the coppers and the FBI vengence units tracking down their prey. This time for what ever reason, it was going to be us. And with god on our side, we were just a step above mans law. As I said:   If only it were that easy. On the way there. We met 2 fellows walking a dog. They were oddly dressed but I didnt pay it much mind. One of them grabbed Noah, but he shrugged the fellow off. The dog scooted off and transformed into a man. Evil was now making it self pronounced. The 2 others started firing on us. Noah engaged one of them. We fought for a while. There were gun blasts, Willy peter grenades, stunguns, and get this... no a one person stuck his head out the window... hummm...  They were demons for sure. We called for aid but no one responded. Eventually one of them turned into a puff or green smoke, then another after taking a host of bullets turned into green smoke. My best guess is that those things were now dead. The dog, or wolf man, took off and out ran us. We had no proof that they existed save the taser they left behind, and a name: Wizard.The calvary came shortly after. It turns out the evil trio had some how jammed our radios. Noah was badly hurt, I took a few bruise, and zaps from the taser.Who were they? Why were we left alive friday? Why did they tell us that they came to finish off fridays big mistake? What were they. I've never seen a man take as much punishment. Its as though my fists were less effective than a gun. Can you image that, an golden glove boxer being ineffective?Other questions: why were we not briefed fully about these groups that are around. We should be given a class on police powers. I wouldnt want to do the wrong thing. Even more importantly, if Shamus and Williams were the only ones who knew where we were, were was the leak that almost killed me and my new companions. Id sure hate to have to die more than twice in a 7 day period. IT sounds terribly unhealthy.Things to consider: If there is no leak, how are they tracking us. Have they bugged us? or the phone line? We need to have an anti bugging squad come by and debug us. If it is a magical tracking I will spend the next week digging around in my arcanic books (take 20: total: 26 )and see if i can come up with a magical block of the scrying device used. If its not magical, if its something else... like magic of the mind, I might need to seek out an alternate magic advice (psionocist). I have a friend at a book store... and Genie... and her aunt.... pretty good at the arts. A bit odd, we'll see...</blockquote>

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