The Hunt, “At Death’s Door” (Scenario Three)
With the elusive Lord Darrow still at large, the only trail leads to the Government Storage Facility in Athens, where a mysterious package from Soerabaja is hidden. Lady Elaine in tow, Professor Snow’s team prepare for a daring night raid, steeling themselves as they negotiate the shadowy streets. However unbeknownst to them Mannfred has trailed them all the way from the hospital and summoned his demonic servants. The night is dark and the streets are quiet, the Royal Archaeological Society approach the complex from one side, the evil Mannfred and his minions from the other, but who will recover the mystery parcel first?
Mannfred himself steps forward to quickly open the locked door without trouble to allow Lillianne and his Sibyl through, but the revealed gloom is immediately pierced by the torch of the Watchman guarding the Artifact Storage Wing, he reaches for his sidearm but Mannfred fixes him with a cold glare, the night remains on the East Wing.
However their progress is matched by that of Snow’s team, in an inconspicuous side road the Windows are levered open for the team to sneak in. However nescsasery, the crime of trespass obviously doesn’t sit well with all Athenians. As they clamber in, a local in high spirits accosts them, his speech thick with the stench of Ouza. Blythe tries to calm the man down, time is being wasted, voices turn to anger. The irate man pulls a handgun out and knocks Blythe out cold and threatens the rest of the team… However with everyone else’s guns turned on him he’s quickly persuaded to let the matter pass and return home. However Blythe is out cold, a bad start to the operation that sets poor Lady Elaine on Edge. Luckily the opposite side streets are much quieter and are lit only by the burning eyes of less well-disposed tourists loping towards the action…
With the Team in, as Mannfred coerces the hapless watchman to lead him to the Package, Dr. Jones and Lady Elaine start to make for the office, desperate for a clue to where Darrow’s package could be, the night is no longer young and there is not time to search through the dark and all the hundreds of boxes and crates. Whilst Bumbling Gilbertson may not have noticed, though the dark the astute Professor Snow see’s the open mouthed Custom’s Official staring at them, a little lost for words; calling Jones back Snow steps forwards to reassure the poor man. With no watchman nearby and the team all armed the Customs Official quickly learns that collaboration with thieves is now in his job description. He is in fact kind enough to point out the danger of bumbling around in the dark here, not all the crates are light and many lean precariously across and could topple over in an instant.
As the man from Customs gives in to the Royal’ Society, guided by their masters commands, the reincarnated hellhounds “Nibbler”, “Spot” and “Scruffles” burst out of the side street and hare round to the front with preternatural speed.
Soon the main entrance becomes visible and Onyx claws soon begin to tear into the wood as they try to force the door, much to the surprise of one local Athenian who was quiet taken with them and always wanted a pet…
In the back room with the watchman in tow the forces of chaos stumble along before finally managing to open the doors to the main storage area, each side with an assistant for finding the package. Through the darkness, each are now sure of the others presence. The race is on! Like a small whirlwind the hounds now break through the door and assault Snow’s team, Lady Darrow backing back in fear into a toppling pile of crates that come crashing down, all the whilst both sides converge on the centre. Getting their first, the simple Clerk points out the package lieing separate on the ground, just what the hounds were looking for.
As black clouds swirl round their limbs they rush to stand guard over the crate, gunshots and snarls ring through the darkened factory.
The smell of Brimstone matches the scent of blood as the hounds are slain one by one, whilst Gilbertson valiantly takes a knock to the head trying to reach the box and Davies is thrown down. Lilliane’s powers can’t hold back Jones any more than her handgun can, Mannfred eventually catches up, bemused watchman in tow, as Jones finally snatches up the Crate as the night’s ‘peace’ is shattered by a series of explosions forcing the two parties apart, Mannfred to curse the two left feet that slowed him down and the Royal’ Society to ponder the grotesque stone idol now in their possession. That was the only clue. Wherever will the trail lead next?