Carla: Whew.  The church doesn't pay handsomely.

CM: Okay, I'm assuming you're going to Boston (otherwise it'll be a real short game). Ishy's flight arrives first, about 20 minutes ahead of Carla's. While you're waiting Ishy, you catch sight of today's Boston Globe. The cover is dominated by a photograph of an incinerated childs doll, and the banner headline "WHY?"

Ishy takes the paper and starts to walk away with it.

CM: You going to pay for it first?

Ishy turns around and tosses a couple of coins to the lad selling the paper, then keeps going.

Carla: After deplaning, I head for the locker area.

Carla looks for a locker matching her key number.

CM: Okay, Carla, you eventually find the locker that you're looking for, as Ish arrives with a paper folded beneath his arm.

Carla leans over to adjust her leg brace.

CM: Do you want to describe Carla for us?

Ishy slows his walking and looks over to the lady leaning agains the lockers.

Carla: Carla is 38, though she looks to be in her early 40s.  A boating accident as a child left her in a leg brace.  Aside from the occasional squeak, she can nearly forget about it. Though not plump, she is also not slender - it's hard to get as much exercise as she should. She stands about 5'4", with auburn hair worn pulled back in a ponytail. She dresses casually, except when the situation requires either formal wear or her garb as a minister in the Presbyterian church. Right now, she is wearing slacks, a loose shirt, and Coby Cuddlers. Her purse is about the size of a small knapsack, filled with the usual assortment of forgotten items.

Carla finds the key and inserts in the lock.

CM: Though she's looking slightly tired, it's definately the woman in your photo, Ish.

Ishy recognizes the lady and slowly makes his way towards the lockers.

CM: The locker opens easily. Within are three slim attache' style cases and small tape recorder with a post-it note attached. Behind the cases is a slim manilla folder.

Carla reads the note.

CM: "Play me"

Carla: "Not until the others get here," Carla thinks. She slips the recorder into her purse and removes the three cases, then closes the locker and glances around. "Now what?" she wonders.

Ishy stops a few feet away from her. "Reverend Wilkinson?"

Carla: "Mr. Katroni?"

Ishy nods.

Carla: "Yeah, I'm Carla Wilkinson. I believe you and I have a common friend?"

Ishy: "It would appear so!"

Carla: "My message said to expect two other en-- I mean friends.  Do you know where we can find Mr. Fitzpatrick?"

Ishy: "I haven't seen him yet. His flight was due in just after yours."

Carla looks around for an Arrivals Screen.

CM: The nearest screen lists Benny Fitzpatricks flight as "delayed". Ominously it give no estimated arrival time.

Carla: "Looks like he may not be here for a while." She shows Ishy the recorder. "Shall we listen to this while we're waiting?"

Ishy nods.

Carla looks around for a quiet place where they can sit and still keep an eye on the airport.

CM: There's a row of seats directly in front of the arrivals section. At this time of night the airport is less than busy, so there's
no-one around to overhear.

Carla: "Let's wait over there. I need to oil my hardware." Carla sits, then rummages in her purse for a small can of light oil and applies it to her brace.

Ishy quirks an eyebrow, then looks down. A slow smile appears.

Carla: "It's a nuisance, but it gets me some great parking."

Ishy: "I'll bet!"

CM: While you're waiting, a garbled voice wails over the tannoy system.

Carla: "Did you catch that?"

CM: It's the third call before you realise that Ishy is being paged.

Ishy mumbles under his breath. "Christ!, what now..." He gets up and looks around for a service desk

Carla smiles.  "Only He knows."

CM: "Paging Ishamael Katroni to the White Courtesy Phone. Ishmael Katroni."

Carla: "I'll wait here."

Ishy nods, then heads to the service desk. He snatches up the white 'phone.

Ishy: "Katroni. What's up?"

Benny: "Ish? Ish, it's me."

Ishy speaks in a low voice and away from the receptionist.

Ishy: "Benny? Where the hell are you?"

Benny: "I'm glad I caught you. My flight's been delayed and I don't know when I'm going to be able to make it out there.
Bloody El Nino."

Ishy: "Shit. Alright, well, me and our contact will keep going, and you can catch up with us later, then."

Benny: "I'm camping out at the airport right now, just in case we can get off the ground. Leave a message on my voice mail when you get your accomodation sorted and I'll join up with you when I can."

Ishy: "Alright, you got my cell number in case something happens?"

Benny: "Hang on.....0189 555 2735. Is that it?"

Ishy: "Yeah, that's it, alright, I'll be in contact with you. Take care."

Benny: "Stay lucky, Ish."

Ishy: "We'll see, but I plan too, later."

Ishy drops the receiver in the cradle and heads back to Carla.

Carla looks up from the folders.

Carla: "Anything important?"

Ishy nods, then looks around. "Yeah, our third contact won't be here, he's been delayed."

Carla: "Won't be here at all?"

Ishy: "No, just delayed. So it's just you and me for now... How about we go find some accomadations and get some wheels?"

Carla: "Sounds good.  I'd like to go somewhere where we can really look over these things from the locker."

Ishy: "Alright, this way then." He points to the main doors."

CM: There's no shortage of Car Rental agencies at the airport. On your way to the exit you see a long row of angeny's all
eager for your custom.

Carla gets up and follows Ishy to a Hertz desk.

Ishy smiles warmly to the receptionist at the car rental place.

Hertz Clerk: "How can we help you today sir?"

Ishy: "Hiya, I wanted to know if you have any good 4 door vehicles?"

Carla: "Something with a lot of leg room, please."

Hertz Clerk: "Are you looking for a family car, an SUV or a van?"

Ishy: "Something with leg room but with 4x4 on it would be nice"

Hertz Clerk: "We have a number of Jeep Grand Cherokee's. Is that suitable?"

Ishy looks over to Carla? "Is it?"

Carla: "That'd be great! What colors?"

Hertz Clerk: "Green, green and green. Or beige."

Ishy shudders at the thought of beige.

Carla: "Hmmm, would you have any in green?

The Hertz Clerk smiles and begins processing the paper work.

Ishy: "Unless you have a hummer?"

Carla: "Do you offer discounts for AAA?"

Hertz Clerk: "Hummer, no. Discounts yes."

Ishy's shoulders slup a little. "Oh well..."

CM: The figure is still very high, but you know that your expenses will be covered.

Carla starts digging through the purse again. "I think I have my card. My congregation gave me a membership last Christmas."

CM: Ten minutes later, you're shown to the shuttle bus that will take you to your car. It's a short ride through the most
aggressive traffic on Earth, but you eventually make it (intact).

Carla: "Will you drive?  My leg is still sore from the flight."

Ishy smiles. "Why sure, I love to drive anyways." Ishy looks around, slaps the key in the ignition and starts the vehicle.

CM: Though the car is apparently new, it still has a copy of "Queen's Greatest Hits" in the stereo.

Carla: Once in the car, Carla pulls out the tape recorder and rewinds the tape. "Can we turn that down a minute? I want to see what's on this tape."

Ishy pulls out of the car lot and joins the traffic stream.

Carla starts playing the tape from the locker.

Tape: "Now you're all together, let's get properly introduced. Benny, Ishy, meet Carla. Carla will be working with you on this one. Carla, this is Benny and Ishy. Don't mind them too much, they've got good hearts." The voice is that of
Daniel Blake, a dour British envoy that Carla met briefly last year.

Ishy grins when he hears Blake's voice. "Hey Blake. How're doing ya limey bastard."

Carla looks at Ishy through lowered lids.

Tape: "I've been asked to brief you on this assignment, because you all know me, and they needed to impress on you how awkward this might get."

Ishy: "Ha, what the hell does he mean by that! I tell ya," (mumbles a bit more then cuts someone off)

Tape: "SAVE was recently alerted to a potentially disasterous occurance in your area. The alert came from one of our most trusted psychics, who claimed to see a fire starting in the Boston area that wouldn't stop."

Ishy reaches over and looks at the newspaper he had, then hands it over to Carla.

Tape: "The vision has been backed up by about a dozen other reported omens and premenitions."

Carla sets the newspaper aside for the moment.

Tape: "Ordinarily, SAVE Boston would handle this investigation, but Central feels that they may have been compromised. There have been discrepancies betwen their weekly staus reports and what we know is happening out there. Someone in their ranks may be trying to hide supernatural activity in the area."

Carla gasps.  "Compromised?"

Tape: "On no account are you to make contact with the local office."

Ishy: "Oh man..."

Carla: "Oh great!"

Tape: "While we were preparing your briefings, we received news of an aircrash about twelve miles north of the city of Boston. While it may not be related the timing seems more than a little suspicious. I recommend you at least take a look at the site."

Carla starts rifling through the paper, looking for a story about the crash.

Tape: "Bear in mind that SAVE Boston will probably be looking into this event as well, and your paths may cross. I wish I could be with you on this one, but the daft buggers here won't let me out of bed. Seems I was sliced up worse that it looked on our last mission Ishy."

Ishy looks concerned. For Blake to admit he's hurt...

Tape: "Since I am stuck here, call me if you need more information, or if I can help in some way. Benny has my number."

Ishy: "But Benny is delayed so..."

Tape: "One last thing...take a look in the folder. There's a drawing there you might want to see. According to our source, that is what awaits us. Good luck."

Carla drops the paper and opens the folder.

Carla: "Is the tape going to self-destruct now?"

Ishy chuckles.

Tape: "No, I'm not going to self-destruct. Just turn me off."

Carla laughs, then looks at the drawing.

Ishy rewinds the tape, then takes it out and puts it into one of his pockets.

Carla: "Why don't you hold onto that."

CM: Inside the folder is a simple charcoal sketch. For a moment it looks like a drawing of the sun, rising over the crescent of
the earth. Then you realise it's not the sun. It's an eye.

Private message from Carla to CM: Is the depiction in any way familiar to me? History?  Legend/Lore?  Anthro/Archaeology?
Private message from CM to Carla: The image is similar in many ways to the "all seeing eye" of the Illuminati.

Carla shudders and slips the drawing back into the folder.

CM: The Midnight Inn is a whitewashed collection of concrete terraces and carparking spaces, clean but sterile.

Ishy looks at the sign. "The Midnight Inn, eh. Cool name."

Carla: "I hope they have elevators."

Ishy: "They should, it's still pretty big."

Carla: "What about accommodations?  Do we get separate rooms?  I don't mind sharing, but if that bothers you I can get my
own room."

Ishy: "We should get our own rooms, Benny says I snore alot... even though I don't think so..."

Receptionist: "Hi there. Looking for a room?"

Carla: "Why? Have you misplaced one?" She smiles.

Ishy muffles a laugh, walks off a little, then starts to laugh loudly.

The receptionist giggles.

Carla: "Actually, yes. Two rooms please, and we'd like to reserve a third. Would you have three that connect, by any chance?"

The receptionist takes your details, whilst still giggling at your joke. She can't be more than 17.

Carla suppresses an urge to slap the ninny. It wouldn't be Christian.

Ishy slowly finishes laughing and joins Carla at the desk.

Receptionist: "Connecting rooms?" She frowns. "They only connect in pairs I'm afraid."

Ishy: "That's alright."

Carla: "We'll take two that connect, and the third one right by."

Ishy: "Like what she said."

Receptionist: "Okay! You're in rooms 14 and 15, and I'll reserve 16 for you as well." She passes you the keys for 14 and 15, and bats her eyelashes at Ishy.

Ishy: "Thanks."

Carla: "Thank you. Is there a porter for our -- SHIT!  We didn't go to baggage claim! I mean, darn it, we neglected our luggage."

Ishy quirks an eyebrow "You had luggage? I thought your carry-on was it. That's all I usually bring."

Carla: "Nothing important -- I always carry the necessities in my purse. But some extra clothes would have been nice."

Receptionist: "Would you like to call the airport?"

Carla smiles gratefully at the young girl, feeling slightly guilty for thinking of her as a ninny. "Thank you. Yes, please."

The receptionist passes Carla the 'phone.

Ishy smiles warmly to the receptionist. "Thanks!"

The receptionist smiles warmly at Ishy.

Carla calls and describes her suitcase to the claims desk.  If they have it, she asks it to be sent to the Midnight Inn.

CM: Make a luck roll

DICE for Carla: (1d100) = [ 71 ]

CM: The baggage claim guy says he'll keep an eye out for it and send it on if it shows up.

Ishy: "That figures! anyways, lets get to our rooms and freshen up?"

Carla: "Thank you."

Ishy then looks back at the receptionist. "Do you have room service?"

Receptionist: "For you, anything."

Ishy: "Well, then can you get someone to bring me a caesar salad, some baked potatoes with oregano, cheese and sour cream and a medium - rare steak to my room."

Carla: "And I'd like a club sandwich."

The receptionist scribbles the order down, and tells you it'll be a few minutes.

Ishy then turns back to Carla, "ready to go?"

Receptionist: "Can I show you to your rooms?"

Carla: "Both of us, or just him?"

The receptionist giggles and goes pink.

Ishy: "No, that's alright. But you could point us towards the elevator."

The receptionist pouts prettily, and points over to the corner of the foyer.

Carla: "Damn."

Ishy: "Thank you", then looks to Carla and heads towards the elevator. "You ok?"

The receptionist sighs.

Carla: "The damn brace. I really need to get it overhauled. But that rack is so uncomfortable."

Ishy: "Hmm, well, maybe I can take a look at it? Sounds like it needs to be greased at the joints"

Carla sighs. "Don't we all."

Ishy laughs. "Hey, it's the least I can do, seeing we're partners and all."

Carla smiles.

Ishy reaches the elevator and presses the button.

CM: The elevator arrives

Carla gets in.

Ishy walks in.

Carla pushes the button for their floor.

CM: The door closes. Moments later, the elevator halts, and the doors slide open.

Ishy walks out.

CM: The corridor ahead is worn but clean, the carpet scuffed by the feet of innumerable weary travellers.

Carla gets out. "Odd or even?"

Ishy: "I'll go for odd."

Carla: "Even it is for me then. Give me a second to freshen up, then let's go through the rest of the folders and the newspaper."

CM: The rooms are pleasant enough, but typical of northeastern hotel decor. The water pressure is good though, and there's a decent array of cable on the TV.

Carla gleefully rips the sanitary seal on the commode.

CM: The beds are firm and high, and the sheets smell freshly laundered. Ishy, PCN roll.

DICE for Ishy: (1d100) = [ 37 ]

CM: You find a toenail clipping under the bed.

Carla , feeling fresher, leaves the fan running and closes the bathroom door behind her.

Ishy deposits his duffel bag onto the bed and takes his coat off, but keeps his gun in it's holdster. It was hell getting it past airport security, but being an ex-cop has some priviledges, even if it did cost him a favour or three.

Carla knocks on the connecting door.

Ishy walks over and opens it. "Feeling better?"

Carla: "Much. Want to come in here, or should I join you?"

Ishy: "Come on in here. The food should be here soon."

Carla removes the brace and flings it onto her bed, then limps into Ishy's room, scratching at her leg. "God! That feels good."

Ishy: "Remind me to stop and get some grease for that thing later alright?" He then closes the door and walks over to the chair
near the window.

Carla: "That light oil I use only lasts for a short time." Carla plops down in the other chair.

Ishy: "I've noticed." Ishy grabs the phone, then searchs his pockets for a number. "I'm going to give Benny a call and let him know where we are."

Carla: "Cool."
 

Session ends