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Old Habits Die Hard

Present Day

 

It was early morning when John entered the telegraph office. The wolf paused and looked around the rather empty room, he spied the collection of writing desks and in the corner, bolted to the wall was a public telephone. The wolf breathed a sigh of relief as he strode over to the device, picked up the reciever and dialed 0.

 

“Hello, Operator? I’d Like to make an international call.”

“And who am I connecting you to?” Came the reply from the other end of the line.

“The estate at Sagamore Hill, on the Long Island Switchboard.”

“One moment, please.”

 

Wright sighed and checked his watch as the operator’s voice vanished from the other end of the line for a few moments before the sound of the line connecting crackled through the earpiece.

 

“Hello?” Came the voice of a tired sounding woman at the other end of the line, the sound of her seemed to relax the wolf.

 

“Edith, It’s John, I need to speak with your husband, is he awake?”

 

“You know he always rises with the sun, I’ll get him.” John grinned, his former business partner may have been born in the east, but he lived like a true man of the fronteir.

 

“Thank you Edith.”

 

“John, are you alright? This is the first we’ve heard from you since the ranch went under, We’ve been worried.”

 

“I’ll be fine, I just need to speak to Him, alright?”

 

There was a muffled reply and the line went quiet again. It wasn’t long until another voice came from the reciever.

 

“John! Where in the hell have you been?” came the gruff voice at the other end.

 

“T.R. As much as I’d love to catch up, this isn’t a social call. You know why I’m calling?”

 

“I do. Your situation is pretty grim here. The bank has mostly ignored my debts and are coming after yours with all the piss and vinegar they can muster. They had a lot of money invested in us, and it near ruined them too.”

 

“What the hell happened with that?”

 

“Well, when their share prices collapsed they were bought out cheap by some Dandy. I’ll give you three guesses as to who that was and the first two don’t count.” John Grimmaced, there was only one man on earth who would buy a bank just to pick a fight with him.

 

“Patrick.” He grumbled “Of course it would be him.”

 

“I don’t understand his problem.”

 

“He’s had it in for me since ’63, anyway. I need you to relay a message to George, ask him to keep my remaining assets safe in San Francisco, and see if he can Counter my brother’s influence there. I may need a safe harbor.”

 

“You’re going to do something you’ll regret, Aren’t you?” Came the disappointed reply.

 

“Unless it kills me before I can Live to regret it.” John Sighed

 

“Now don’t go making promises you can’t keep. I Suppose now would be a good time for George to send your retirement gift.” John smiled weakly at that.

 

“Yeah, He can send it to the city State of New Babbage, and Thanks T.R.”

 

There was a click as the phone was hung up, and John set the reciever down. and left the Telegraph office feeling slightly disheartened.

 

*******

 

He had Been watching the Millitia guard since sunset, this one had a tendency to patrol alone, easy enough. His new employers seemed keen on taking out someone in the millitia and the haggard man he had watched from his rooftop perch looked more like a waste of uniform than anything else. The wolf watched the soldier stumble out of one particular alley after each hour on duty, a secluded little quayside where he had presumably stashed some drink.

 

“Well, I’m probably doing the millitia a service cleaning out useless men like this” he thought to himself.

 

Silently he climbed down from the roof and followed the man down into the isolated quay. Like a ghost he quietly closed the distance, just as the Soldier turned to face him, it didn’t matter. The wolf closed his paw around the man’s throat and lifted him into the air, the six foot tall Moreau held him aloft like he weighed nothing and tightened his grip, slowly choking the life out of the man.

 

As his vision blurred and all became dark the last thing that stood out to the Millitia soldier was a pair of glowing, amber eyes.

 

All it took was a slight change in pressure and a little torque and the Man’s kneck snapped under the Wolf’s immense strength. After that it was just a matter of gently lowering the body into the water, letting it’s heavy coat drag the lifeless form to the murky bottom.

The wolf turned from the scene, the man had struggled only a little, but had accepted his fate, and now there was no reason to hang around. It was such a shame, that hunt held little pleasure for the wolf, though he suspected there would be more to thrilling hunts. The wolf walked quietly through the darkened alleyways and seemingly vanished into the shadows.

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  1. violet Solano violet Solano May 19, 2015

    Mr Eliot sat on the roof top and watched events transpire on the quay below

    “well,well,things just got a little more interesting in this wonderful, wonderful, city”

  2. Tepic Harlequin Tepic Harlequin May 19, 2015

    “Yer wot!?” exclaimed the fox boy as the news was whispered in his ear, “an he didn’t eat the bloke or nuffin?”

    A nod confirmed the victim had been untouched.

    “It ain’t the weres back in town then, they could never resist a bite or two….”

    Tepic mused the problem over in his head, there were now at least two moreau killing off militia men, not good news for those with tails if this got out. Since the Van Creed incident, the Urchin Observation Corp, or grotty little snoopers, as they were often refered to, had moved from active to passive survelence, so the lad who saw the killing had stayed hidden until morning before reporting in. It kept them safer, but meant they didn’t know where the wolf had gone.

    “Pass the word ter keep an eye out, an if he visits ‘that’ bunny, we needs ter know.”

    There was work to be done, plans to be made. The stores in the safe places needed to be repleneshed, in case the urchins had to go underground, lines of retreat checked, sewer rafts mended, and armories to be dug up. It was always the same, when the big uns decided to push each other around, it was always the urchins who got the sticky end of the stick…. unless they were prepared!

    • violet Solano violet Solano May 19, 2015

      (( so I’ve become “that” bunny have I? ))

  3. Bookworm Hienrichs Bookworm Hienrichs May 19, 2015

    Bookworm, sitting in a makeshift office, sighed as yet another Militia member walked out the door, his resignation sitting on her desk.  ‘At this rate,’ she thought, ‘there won’t be a Militia left soon.’

    ((I mean, really, who’s going to volunteer when death’s such a possibility? When did we become such a target? *sniff*))

  4. violet Solano violet Solano May 19, 2015

    Violet is sitting at her desk, going over a contract,when Omig walks into the office

    “bit of news about the Militia for you marm” the moreau said with a grin

    Violet put down the contract” and what is that?”

    the wolf smiled broadly “why marm, another Officers been found in the canal, and militia Members ‘ave been walking right and left into Cpt Hienrichs temporary head quarters, and walking out again, without their uniforms, if you get my meaning,

    Violet leaned back in her chair and smiled ‘ i do Omig, i do indeed.”

  5. Nyanka Jinx Nyanka Jinx May 20, 2015

    Hyde had the nerve to walk up to the canal when the coast was clear and kneel beside the water where the mangled corpse was found. He playfully reached out, as if to pluck the corpse out of the waters…

    “Hyde,” The doctor’s voice droned in Hyde’s head. “Be careful! You don’t want to fall in yourself!”

    Hyde chuckled in his throat, pulling back his arm and resting it on his knee. “What, you think I’m that reckless? Pah!”

    He gazed into the depths of the water, lingering at the edge, trying to get a better look at the corpse. Instead of a clear view, the dark waters gazed back up at him, obscuring the body. “Whatever got that guy,” Hyde finally spoke as he got up and took a couple of steps back, “Those wiggly-fish or whatever will enjoy the snack.”

    Hyde took one final look at the canal before wandering off, hopefully to some new corner in town no sensible man would dare to go. He knew there ws bound to be something interesting lurking in the shadows. Either that, or a pub. Both would be satisfying.

    “By the by,” Hyde mused to himself (and by extension, Jekyll) “When do those giant fish breed anyway? I heard they tend to jump up and eat blokes alive around that time.”

    Hyde could sense a hint of worry in Jekyll’s response. “I don’t know for sure, but they’re not the only killers loose in the city…”

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