Henry moves out of the store with the others, joining them in going to the car. Once they reach the hotel bar, he grabs two glasses of bourbon and takes a swallow from one. Shooting Jake a 'be quiet' glance, he sets the other in front of Barney and says, "I get where you're coming from, Barney - I want the man responsible for killing Jackson just like you. But we've gotta keep this quiet. We don't know how many of these cultists there are, and we may be badly outnumbered. We also don't want the police making things harder for us, thinking we're trying to do their jobs. We've got to avoid flashing our weapons at everyone who lies to us - even if they deserve it."
"When we go in, we say we attended Professor Cowles' lecture the other night and were curious about possibly related death cults. We had heard from a friend of ours who writes about them, Jackson Elias, that Mr. N'Kwame might have some items that once were used by such cults, and wanted to know the history of them."
On the way down to Harlem, Henry makes sure his gun is fully loaded and ready to go. He seems to expect this to turn violent, and the neighborhood doesn't make him feel any more comfortable. "Reminds me of some of the tenements in Rio."
He goes up to the door with Sylvia, and allows her to knock.
Once they leave, Henry pulls out the piece of paper on which Jackson had written, 'Silas N'Kwame'. "We seem to be following the same threads as Jackson, at any rate. We could detour up to Harvard University to see what book Jackson was looking for from this Miriam Atwright, instead. We should handle the funeral arrangements first, though."
Henry eyes the tall, dark haired man and says, "Certainly, Captain. Our friend Jackson Elias asked us to meet with him tonight at eight o'clock, here in his room. When we arrived and knocked on the door, I heard a sound of distress. I kicked in the door to find these two men and one other standing over the body of our friend, who was already dead. This man," here Henry points at the one who attacked him, "attacked me with his knife, there, and forced me to shoot him to defend myself. The other two were fleeing out the fire escape. I remained here, waiting for you and your men, Captain...sorry, what was your name?"
Charm, 15%: 1d100 ⇒ 92
Henry shakes his head as he looks over the scene. Ah, Jackson. We survived Peru and the kharisiri, only for you to end up dead from some death cult connected to the Carlyle Expedition. What did you find out, my friend?
Henry steps out of the room, looking over the scene, and then leans against the wall to divert onlookers.
Henry is still facing off with the first of the cultists, so he fires at him again.
Firearms (handguns), 76%: 1d100 ⇒ 44
Firearms (handguns), 76%: 1d100 ⇒ 38
Firearms (handguns), 76%: 1d100 ⇒ 6
If my first target goes down, I'll switch to any still in the room.
Henry was a bit occupied by the cultist right in front of him, as he tried to avoid the man's waving knife. He unloaded three bullets towards the man, though.
Firearms, 76%: 1d100 ⇒ 65
Firearms, 76%: 1d100 ⇒ 14
Firearms, 76%: 1d100 ⇒ 27
Sanity, 60%: 1d100 ⇒ 8
Well, at least they aren't kharisiri. Henry feels a moment of sorrow as he sees Jackson laid out on the ground. He'd seen similar before - back in Peru, and then some of the bodies during the War. Sorrow quickly turns to rage as the men attack him. "Big mistake."
Henry pulls out his pistol and fires at the one who attacked him.
Firearms (handgun), 76%: 1d100 ⇒ 11
Henric hangs up the phone after speaking to Jackson. Jackson sounded scared. I'll bet those damn kharisiri are back. He then goes out and buys a lighter so he has it on him for the meeting, and makes sure his pistol is loaded and in its holster.
At 7:55 pm, he arrives at the lobby of the Hotel Chelsea, looking around for anyone acting suspicious.
Henry had absolutely no intention of mentioning kharisiri or anything else about it, so he is readily in agreement with Barney's quick glance. "I suspect he might be working on his next book, and he's looking to bounce ideas off of us. We have a wide variety of experiences, after all, which makes for a lot of different viewpoints."
It had been four years since their adventure in Peru - a place Henry had avoided since. Still, when Jackson's telegram found him in Rio, he found himself fervently wishing that this would be a nice, simple trip.
He hadn't been home to the states since the end of the War, and he had plenty of time to think on the journey there. A meeting in New York meant he'd be fairly close to home, and he might see about checking in on his parents to see how they were doing.
Of course, he'd been so long away that he had forgotten how cold it was in New York in January. January was summer in most of South America, and the parts it wasn't were still fairly warm. Purchasing a heavy wool coat, scarf, and gloves, he found himself a fairly inexpensive hotel to check into, then set about walking the town. As he walked, he saw a huge mountain of a man walking down the street. Unless he missed his guess...
"Barney Lipscomb, is that you?"
"Nice shot, Jackson! Arthur, light de Mendoza up!"
Maintaining his aim on Larkin, he again fires at the man.
Firearms (pistols), 70%: 1d100 ⇒ 72
Firearms (pistols), 70%: 1d100 ⇒ 56
Firearms (pistols), 70%: 1d100 ⇒ 50
Henry suddenly thinks Larkin might be the bigger threat now, and begins firing at him instead
Firearms (handguns), 70%: 1d100 ⇒ 41
Firearms (handguns), 70%: 1d100 ⇒ 79
Firearms (handguns), 70%: 1d100 ⇒ 50