Participants: Gunnar Berglund, Karl von Dexler, Clauvis King, Clifton Jacobs
Where: New York
I felt both happy and sad at the same time. A strange strange feeling, which promptly was removed by a familiar sting from agent Berglund’s needle. One of these creatures, seen and killed multiple times before, was burning in the air. Berglund, in a hysterical voice, claimed that “this was his trophy!” 2 more attacked us, but were firmly grounded by my MP18. We ran towards the chapel, entered and opened the heavy oak door in the end of it by the key found in Mr. Bishop’s broken desk. Stairs went down, and so did we. A locked door hindered our passage, and agent Berglund tried to unlock it, using his blade. It broke. I simply used my foot, and the door gave in. Some sort of tank made of glass with hoses, bottles with some green content provided quite an uncomfortable smell, a pump and a wardrobe filled the room. Behind the wardrobe, agent Berglund found a heavy oak door. Without a key and proper equipment, we felt a bit disappointed. But the gods, or perhaps Mr. Ropes, must have blessed us this night. An agent, Clauvis King, entered the room. Lucky for him that his head wasn’t blown up as I turned around with my MP18. He had an axe in his hand, and some strokes after, the door was opened using a newly achieved crowbar. More steps. Suddenly we heard steps from above. The huge zombie walked down the stairs, and came toward us. We fled downwards. Agent Berglund, probably still in ecstasy of actually hitting a target, unfortunately for himself, had to try again. The results were an unharmed zombie and multiple fire wounds on agent Berglund’s face and torso. Agent King tried some of agent Berglund’s acid bombs, with only minor damages to the zombie’s clothing. At the end of the stairs we entered a chamber with tunnels ending up in the sewer. We had no choice but to enter. We were not the only one down there. Smugglers, transporting spirits. We didn’t interfere, but left the sewer through a manhole cover. Heavy stuff, but in the end we managed to open it, ending up in Sheriff Street, 2 blocks away. Agent King fetched his car, and we left for HQ. The good doctor removed some black sticky stuff from my belly. Agent Berglund was, on Mr. Ropes order, heavily sedated and turned indisposed for a while. His latest doings and his heavy burns were probably the cause of Mr. Ropes’ actions.
A quick shower, some hours of sleep, 2 hours of military training, multiple weapon checks, and a breakfast later, and I was good to go. In agent Berglund’s absence, a new agent was presented to us by Mr. Ropes; Clifton Jacobs. A good replacement, if you ask me. We quickly briefed him about the mission and this HQ, and the following night we decided to enter the graveyard once more. Climbing the northern fence, leaving the rope ladder as an escape route, we sneaked toward the Greenberg crypt. King managed to pick the lock, and we entered. A huge sarcophagus filled the room. We quickly removed the top of it, and it was … empty! A hole in one of its corners presented some rough stairs going downwards. We decided to enter!