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<blockquote data-quote="Puppy Kicker" data-source="post: 1696547" data-attributes="member: 20284"><p><strong>“Tears in Hell” – Pizza Party</strong></p><p></p><p><em>8:30 PM Friday, July 16th</em></p><p><em>William and Mary Campus, Williamsburg, Virginia</em></p><p></p><p>The flames from the explosion had died down and a crowd was gathered outside. The campus was fairly empty during summer courses but it seemed that everyone within a five mile radius had shown up to witness the excitement. Quin wandered through the crowd, questioning everyone who would talk to him about what they'd seen. Nobody had seen much. By the time he returned to the group he had very little information.</p><p></p><p>"A big black pickup chased that car into the parking lot, then crashed into it. Then it backed up and rammed it again. Then it drove off. Tinted windows. New model Ford. Nobody got the plates." A frown crossed Quinton's face. "And the windshield on my Beemer is all f****d up. A chunk of her car landed on it."</p><p></p><p>"That's just horrible!" Meadow said.</p><p></p><p>"Well it's insured. It's just going to be a hassle to deal with. I mean, the shop..." </p><p>Meadow looked genuinely appalled. "No I mean, about the attack." Meadow noticed the impish look in Quinton's eyes. "Oh... Quin... just... please... shut up."</p><p></p><p>"What?" Quin shrugged and grinned toothily.</p><p></p><p>Emergency vehicles had begun to show up and Sergeant Richardson was rushed into an ambulance. In addition to the ambulance and fire truck, there were police questioning the crowd.</p><p></p><p>Meadow looked around at the growing number of cop cars. “Uh, should we be going now?” </p><p></p><p>“They’re the police, Meadow. They’re here to help us.”</p><p></p><p>“Rebecca, HELLO! Who do you think was after Betty in the first place? Probably other cops. And the kidnapping case was closed after less than a week? I don’t think cops are our best friends right now.”</p><p></p><p>Armani was also looking around nervously at the growing number of flashing blue and red lights. “Listen, gay people, I gotta get goin'. Dev and I are gonna go snag some pizza.”</p><p></p><p>“You buying?” Devin asked.</p><p></p><p>“Yeah.”</p><p></p><p>“Ok." Devin spoke to the rest of the goup over his shoulder as he and Armani headed for the truck. "We’re going to go get some pizza.”</p><p></p><p>Meadow and Quinton left a short time later, avoiding the police questioning. Rebecca gave her statement and followed them. They all met at Uno's Pizzeria, coincidentally the same place Devin and Armani had gone to.</p><p></p><p style="text-align: center">---</p><p></p><p><em>10:30 PM Friday, July 16th</em></p><p><em>Uno’s Pizzeria, Williamsburg, Virginia</em></p><p></p><p>"I know this chick, Wendy Johnson, was one of them that was pointing a gun at us. It ain't none of your business how I know," Armani said through a mouthful of extra pepperoni. Three of the other people at the table sighed or growled in frustration. Devin quietly listened to the proceedings while he concentrated on his own ham and pineapple (paid for by Armani).</p><p></p><p>"Dude, how do we have any way of knowing you're not just BSing us?" Quinton asked. "We don't have any clue who this girl is."</p><p></p><p>“I do.”</p><p></p><p>Everyone at the table looked at Meadow. “Oh?” “Yeah?” “How?” “You going to eat that?" "No, go ahead." "How do you know her?"</p><p></p><p>“She was a member of WoWaM.” Meadow pronounced it wow-‘em. </p><p></p><p>A universally confused look washed across the faces at the table.</p><p></p><p>“WoWaM,” enunciated Meadow. “Wiccans of William and Mary. It’s a Wicca group on campus.”</p><p></p><p>“A Wicca group?” Rebecca asked. “Like witchcraft. You’re in that club, right Meadow? Did you know her well?”</p><p></p><p>Meadow nodded. “Yeah.” She shook her head. “No. I mean, yeah, I’m in WoWaM. But I didn’t know Wendy very well. She was in the coven when I first joined. But then she left. Left campus completely I think.”</p><p></p><p>“So we lookin’ for a chick with warts and a pointy hat. Easy enough,” said Armani.</p><p></p><p>“We don’t all wear... I don't have… Damn it. Just shut up. You men are all the same.” Meadow scowled into her iced tea.</p><p></p><p>“Ok, so we have an idea of who might have been after us, now we just need to find her,” Quin recapped. “And we have someone tracking that Bearhunter e-mail address. So hopefully we’ll get some clues about that tomorrow. What else have we got?”</p><p></p><p>“We’ve got the license plate number for the van, or at least part of it.” Rebecca reminded him.</p><p></p><p>“Right. We’ll see what we can do with that tomorrow. Anything else before we head to bed?”</p><p></p><p>“I’ve got some fear for my life going on here, if that counts,” said Meadow. “The cops dropped the whole investigation, and then the one cop who was willing to help us gets attacked. Someone wants this case dropped and I’m concerned that we may be next on their hit list.”</p><p></p><p>“The pointy hat chick here has it right. I don’t trust these cop motherf***ers a bit.”</p><p></p><p>“I don’t think the policemen are as bad as you think, Meadow. But just to be safe perhaps it’s best if we stay somewhere besides campus tonight," said Rebecca.</p><p></p><p>They all agreed to find a place to stay, far from the campus, where they could discuss their plans in safety. After a short discussion it was determined that the Budget Inn on Buckaroe Beach would be a perfect place to lay low.</p><p></p><p>Devin finished his pizza. “Who’s paying for the room? Not me…”</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Puppy Kicker, post: 1696547, member: 20284"] [B]“Tears in Hell” – Pizza Party[/B] [I]8:30 PM Friday, July 16th William and Mary Campus, Williamsburg, Virginia[/I] The flames from the explosion had died down and a crowd was gathered outside. The campus was fairly empty during summer courses but it seemed that everyone within a five mile radius had shown up to witness the excitement. Quin wandered through the crowd, questioning everyone who would talk to him about what they'd seen. Nobody had seen much. By the time he returned to the group he had very little information. "A big black pickup chased that car into the parking lot, then crashed into it. Then it backed up and rammed it again. Then it drove off. Tinted windows. New model Ford. Nobody got the plates." A frown crossed Quinton's face. "And the windshield on my Beemer is all f****d up. A chunk of her car landed on it." "That's just horrible!" Meadow said. "Well it's insured. It's just going to be a hassle to deal with. I mean, the shop..." Meadow looked genuinely appalled. "No I mean, about the attack." Meadow noticed the impish look in Quinton's eyes. "Oh... Quin... just... please... shut up." "What?" Quin shrugged and grinned toothily. Emergency vehicles had begun to show up and Sergeant Richardson was rushed into an ambulance. In addition to the ambulance and fire truck, there were police questioning the crowd. Meadow looked around at the growing number of cop cars. “Uh, should we be going now?” “They’re the police, Meadow. They’re here to help us.” “Rebecca, HELLO! Who do you think was after Betty in the first place? Probably other cops. And the kidnapping case was closed after less than a week? I don’t think cops are our best friends right now.” Armani was also looking around nervously at the growing number of flashing blue and red lights. “Listen, gay people, I gotta get goin'. Dev and I are gonna go snag some pizza.” “You buying?” Devin asked. “Yeah.” “Ok." Devin spoke to the rest of the goup over his shoulder as he and Armani headed for the truck. "We’re going to go get some pizza.” Meadow and Quinton left a short time later, avoiding the police questioning. Rebecca gave her statement and followed them. They all met at Uno's Pizzeria, coincidentally the same place Devin and Armani had gone to. [CENTER]---[/CENTER] [I]10:30 PM Friday, July 16th Uno’s Pizzeria, Williamsburg, Virginia[/I] "I know this chick, Wendy Johnson, was one of them that was pointing a gun at us. It ain't none of your business how I know," Armani said through a mouthful of extra pepperoni. Three of the other people at the table sighed or growled in frustration. Devin quietly listened to the proceedings while he concentrated on his own ham and pineapple (paid for by Armani). "Dude, how do we have any way of knowing you're not just BSing us?" Quinton asked. "We don't have any clue who this girl is." “I do.” Everyone at the table looked at Meadow. “Oh?” “Yeah?” “How?” “You going to eat that?" "No, go ahead." "How do you know her?" “She was a member of WoWaM.” Meadow pronounced it wow-‘em. A universally confused look washed across the faces at the table. “WoWaM,” enunciated Meadow. “Wiccans of William and Mary. It’s a Wicca group on campus.” “A Wicca group?” Rebecca asked. “Like witchcraft. You’re in that club, right Meadow? Did you know her well?” Meadow nodded. “Yeah.” She shook her head. “No. I mean, yeah, I’m in WoWaM. But I didn’t know Wendy very well. She was in the coven when I first joined. But then she left. Left campus completely I think.” “So we lookin’ for a chick with warts and a pointy hat. Easy enough,” said Armani. “We don’t all wear... I don't have… Damn it. Just shut up. You men are all the same.” Meadow scowled into her iced tea. “Ok, so we have an idea of who might have been after us, now we just need to find her,” Quin recapped. “And we have someone tracking that Bearhunter e-mail address. So hopefully we’ll get some clues about that tomorrow. What else have we got?” “We’ve got the license plate number for the van, or at least part of it.” Rebecca reminded him. “Right. We’ll see what we can do with that tomorrow. Anything else before we head to bed?” “I’ve got some fear for my life going on here, if that counts,” said Meadow. “The cops dropped the whole investigation, and then the one cop who was willing to help us gets attacked. Someone wants this case dropped and I’m concerned that we may be next on their hit list.” “The pointy hat chick here has it right. I don’t trust these cop motherf***ers a bit.” “I don’t think the policemen are as bad as you think, Meadow. But just to be safe perhaps it’s best if we stay somewhere besides campus tonight," said Rebecca. They all agreed to find a place to stay, far from the campus, where they could discuss their plans in safety. After a short discussion it was determined that the Budget Inn on Buckaroe Beach would be a perfect place to lay low. Devin finished his pizza. “Who’s paying for the room? Not me…” [/QUOTE]
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