I must start my report by voicing my concern on the current staffing situation at PI5 when they have to send out the librarian on active missions.
Myself and the good Qi Ling was sent to Philadelphia on a mission of utmost importance. A local mob boss, Salvatore Sabella, were believed to dabble in artifacts and books of the blacker arts and had to be stopped.
Qi Ling struck me as a highly educated dabbler in some sort of occult art, hailing from the mountains outside Beijing I would think from his accent, maybe Yanchi Zhen, but it’s hard to tell even for me with that taiwanese influence. Judging from his demeanor I would say he is quite the accomplished martial artist, and his hands have seen hard labor, most likely railroad I would say.
Once there we met up with the local police force, who apparently knew about the Bureau. That is where we met our short-lived companion, Officer Murphy, may he rest in peace. Officer Murphy was a typical daft Irishman, using his head only for butting other heads, choosing the most direct route to solve problems, always. And judging from his breath and bruises, both on his knuckles and forehead, I would also say he frequented an illegal booze-house, most likely Irish and most likely with other Irish coppers.
We set out to find this mob boss, Sabella, that everybody knew about, but no one knew where to find, not even the coppers. We digged around some in Little Italy, including a break in of a warehouse at night and the aquiring of a ciphered ledger, which was perfectly normal for the copper it seemed, until Officer Murphy decided the next day to head butt an accomplice of Sabella, put him in a bag and take him with for interrogation. I must say I enjoyed watching his unorthodox methods at work, however, I think I would choose a different approach myself and most likely will if in the future I am in a similar situation.
Now, I did mention that Officer Murphy was daft and here is yet another example; the interrogation of the poor fellow that weren’t even one of Sabella’s men. First he proceeded to use brute force to make the poor man talk, then he gave him his entire savings and still he wouldn’t talk. It wasn’t until myself and the good Qi Ling decided to chip in that the poor man confessed he was one of Guiseppe’s men, the rival of Sabella. He then proceeded to tell us that Sabella were known to have a farm just north of the city which was exactly the break we needed, so we let him go.
The day after we paid the farm up north a visit, taking a taxi. The farm had fresh tire tracks, but no cars and it seemed like no one was there so we decided to enter the barn to look around. What we found at the farm confirmed PI5’s suspicions. Inside the barn I quickly noticed there was something hidden beneath the hay, a trap door, which when opened revealed several severed human limbs. A disturbing sight to be sure, but not unexpected.
Moving on to the farmhouse we found mostly empty rooms except the kitchen where we found jars with eyeballs, intestines, hearts and the lot. In the cellar we discovered a sturdy steel door with 3 locks which Officer Murphy decided was a good idea to lockpick. Me and Qi Ling decided to head outside after he stubbornly picked the first lock, ignoring our urgent warnings. He came out soon after, but not before he had picked the second lock, leaving only one lock left on the door.
As we regrouped outside, 2 cars approached so we hid behind the barn to discuss our next move. When I saw several men exit the cars, armed, I suggested one of us could run around to the other side of the house and create some kind of a distraction while I try and requisition one of the cars. Officer Murphy unsurprisingly volunteered and succesfully got to the other side of the farm house. Once on the other side though, his brilliant diversion was to fire shots in the air with his pistol… Not the smartest move I would say and I was proven right as we learned later that his choice of shooting in the air and standing his ground proved to be his last. The distraction worked perfectly though, so I ran to one of the cars while the one guard was looking the other way, but there were no keys! I tried to jump start the car with a knife as I had seen someone do once, but the blade broke and stuck in the keyhole, so much for that idea. That’s when the guard turned back and spotted us. Jumping out of the car, I calculated the best approach to close in on the guard which tried to end me with his pistol, but failed due to my excellently calculated charge, stabbing him in his belly. Quickly searching his pockets I found a set of keys, to the car I just broke a knife in the ignition, damn my luck, but we decided to high tail it out of there on foot instead. Six hours later, me and Qi Ling were back in Philadelphia.
Heading straight to the police station where Officer Murphy used to work, I used my excellent skills of conversation to convince his former Captain to organize a raid of the farm where Officer Murphy met his end. When we arrived at the farm we quickly saw that something was amiss. Every single one of the mooks where slain and some even lay in pieces all over the place, the cars still standing there untouched. I gave the Captain the grand tour of the barn with the pit of dismembered limbs and the kitchen of lesser bodily remains before I proceeded down to the cellar, quite certain that whatever resided inside now had escaped, and found a lair of some sorts with human remains all around. On one wall I found something that seemed to be some kind of binding spell which I of course sketched down into my book. The police did some cleanup before we went back to town, where a replacement for Qi Ling, who had been called back to HQ, waited for me.