Participants: Mary Reasoning, Simone St. Martin, Gunnar Berglund, (Ramon de Miguelez y Adelina)
Where: New York
As I rounded the corner I saw two of the beast (smooth, oily, whale-like surfaces, unpleasant horns that curved inward toward each other, bat-like wings whose beating made no sound, ugly prehensile paws and barbed tails that lashed needlessly and disquietingly), flew away with agent Reasoning and agent Ramon. The two agents cried and laughed, probably in shock. I shot the one carrying agent Reasoning first. The German army had taught me well, since I got at least 19 hits with 20 bullets. The creature met its maker seconds later. Agent Reasoning hit the top of a building, while I aimed at one coming straight in my directions. He never finished his run towards me. I dodged and shot a third one, before I could concentrate on Ramon’s hanglider. The range was a bit long, but my training good. The creature lost height, and Ramon landed on a building somewhere in the vicinity. Climbing one large building I saw Ramon’s mutilated body two blocks away, so I climbed back down and up the right building. Ramon was in no shape to be moved by myself, so I went back to fetch agent Reasoning. She was babbling and talking to herself, crying and laughing, so I had to shout and scream to her for a while before she responded. Together we brought agent Ramon back to HQ, where we entered agent St. Martin’s room with the wounded. Luckily, her soft hands took care of Ramon’s injuries, although he probably has to stay still for a while. I then checked my guns, and got reloads from the Equipment department.
Agent Ramon screamed for a while, and then collapsed into a deep sleep, probably sedated in some way. The nurses and doctors at the facility took care of him, while the others inspected agent Reasoning’s wounds. Some black oily stuff was injected to her body, probably a sting from the beast I shot. Agent Berglund was quite eager, and started experiments based on the stuff, and agent Ramon was also inspected. The black oily stuff was also found inside him, and removed.
Since everyone didn’t know what to do next, I visited the library, searching for clues in the newspaper’2 obituary for hints of the dead butler we found in the freezer at the Bishop’s place. No luck.
Returning to the Office, the agents had dinner. Rabbits, I guess. The American way of cooking sometimes drives me mad with their grossly exaggerated use of meat, but in this case I thought that two rabbits on 4 persons were rather on the small side. But the dessert was fine.
During dinner, agent Reasoning needed help with an account book she probably had found somewhere at the Bishop’s place. I and agent Berglund took a quick glance at it, but in the end she didn’t need any help at all, and stated that the Bishop’s business made a huge profit, but it was unknown where the money went. Bribes to the court of justice, probably, since the police didn’t get a search warrant for the Bishop’s residence. We also discussed some salt and two boards the other found while rescuing agent Berglund. We later found out that the salts actually were reductions of human beings, and the boards could be used in that process, and vice versa. I also was informed about Solomon’s sign, a way to protect yourself against unwanted magic. After dinner I went to my room and made one for myself. I just have to memorize a sentence; AD GURAY NAMEH JUGAAD GURAY NAMEH SAT GURAY NAMEH SIREE GUROO DAYVAY NAMEH.
In the end we got tempted to further investigate the salts. We reserved a padded cell, and prepared for the ritual. Agent Berglund picked salt number two, and started reading from a board. The salt slowly transformed into a human; bones, veins, muscles and sinews, and in the end skin. Unfortunately, the subject bluntly attacked agent Berglund. I had to interfere, and threw myself towards our creation. But he was strong, very strong, and I had to focus on holding him down while the other ran. In a split second I released myself from his grip, ran through the door and locked it. The man was frenetic, obviously mad, so I fetched Darran Cripps. Together we managed to pin the man down and put him into a straitjacket and onto a trolley. Agent Berglund psychoanalyzed the man; he was violent, psychotic and completely insane. No one knew what to do with him, so I did the obvious; shot him in the head with my luger. Afterwards I reloaded the luger and checked all the weapons.
The plan now is again to attack the Bishop cemetery, primary the Greenberg family crypt.