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Morroway unloads his revolver into Victor's back.
"He's one of them, I tell you!"

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Indeed!
Thanks for being active George.

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"You lot had better get clear. I'll stay with Mr Van Winkle and handle the police." Morroway offers, putting away his pistol and kneeling next to the injured George.

Morroway rushes to the window and pushes Victor's gun aside. "Are you mad? You're going to hit a bystander, and then we'll be embroiled in more legal challenges!"
He looks to the fallen George. "Who knows first aid? That man looks unconscious."

"falling rocks", shaped like a man.

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while unconscious?

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Morroway, pistol already aimed, fires twice at the monstrous man.
marksman: 2d6 + 7 ⇒ (4, 4) + 7 = 15, effect: 2d6 + 6 ⇒ (2, 2) + 6 = 10
marksman: 2d6 + 7 ⇒ (6, 4) + 7 = 17, effect: 2d6 + 6 ⇒ (1, 5) + 6 = 12

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Morroway covers him as he enters, pistol leveled towards the door.

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Morroway scans the open areas before trying the door to the water closet.

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Morroway makes sure the hall is clear before presenting his pistol and aiming at the door. He nods to Petrov.

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"Sir, I am a consummate professional. I will gladly help you secure this building." Morroway draws his pocket pistol and checks the chamber.
"Does anyone else have a pistol?"

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Morroway remains silent, weighing the man's words.

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Morroway shoots Victor a shocked glance, then looks for a place to hide himself. Stealth: 2d6 + 2 ⇒ (5, 1) + 2 = 8

Morroway taps his cane and listens in to the conversation about theater. He'd not been to too many shows, generally being tied up managing business affairs. This little unplanned excursion was shaping up to be the strangest sort of vacation he'd been on, and perhaps just what he needed; an alien threat could be an excellent contract opportunity.

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Morroway intercepts Victor on his way back in.
"Suspicious-looking figure, wasn't he? I wonder what he's up to? If you're curious, I'll save your seat. Though I'm not convinced this is your brand of show anyway." he says with a knowing sideways glance.

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Morroway spends the intermission defending the reputation of his business and exploring new opportunities.
business: 2d6 + 8 ⇒ (4, 1) + 8 = 13
He hopes to hear of any sinister plots by competitors, or other companies similarly in a spot of trouble.

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I think that's a fine idea.

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If this is the same day, I presume I'm still tied up with the agent.
Should I roll more business?

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I like that thought. But let's start with the PI. I think Morroway is still away from the rest of you, so perhaps we'll discuss tonight at the Willard. Or you can get things done without me.

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We could check with the city police. Possibly hire a PI to track down whoever is haunting us.

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how annoying

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It's business time.
business: 2d6 + 8 ⇒ (2, 3) + 8 = 13

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"Mr Van Winkle, see if you can't pull some strings for me when you're in the White House. In the meantime, I'll handle all this nonsense directly."
I'm good with that. Just let me know when to make the checks.

Morroway surveys his disarrayed office coldly, then addresses the agent.
"Mr Marshall, I am a very busy man, what with contracting security services to keep the citizens of this fine county safe and free. I'll thank you to address my colleagues as you would me. Now regarding the business of these outrageous allegations, unless and until you can demonstrate a reasonable suspicion, I need to ask you to restore my office and staff so I can attend to business. I'll let you examine the contents of the safe before you leave."
He turns and proceeds to his office, opening the door for the agent.

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"I'm guessing I could use the assistance, political or... otherwise." Morroway says, pasting his jacket to indicate his pistol for those in the know.

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"I think I should retire for the day and make an appearance at my local office tomorrow to speak with my accusers. But I've a bad feeling about how this will end, if the sheriff at the congressman's house is any indication." Morroway looks around to the others for ideas.

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"I think it might be best if you fellows proceed without me until I've resolved these outrageous allegations. I can spend my time mobilizing corporate assets to our aid." Morroway suggests, looking very worried.

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"Yes, he of all people should have time for me." Morroway agrees, visibly relieved at the suggestion.

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Morroway returns to the others, looking perturbed and a bit shaken. "Bourbon." He takes a seat next to George. "It seems my company is part of an investigation. There's trouble waiting for me in New York. Whether we can reach the president or not, I'll need to speak with the director of the secret service. Unless..." He takes a sip.

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I'm good with just lounging, but for my phone call.

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"I think I'll join you, sir. I do hope you're not drinking that dreadful Canadian swill. It's Kentucky Bourbon for me, if this hotel has any measure of propriety."
On to the hotel?

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In waiting for Van Winkle to get us in to see *someone*.

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"I'll get on the line this afternoon and see what went wrong." Morroway states casually.

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Morroway doesn't bother with eye contact, but stands patiently and expressionless.

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"It's just a building. The real wonder is the men inside, intelligent and virtuous statesmen leading our country to greatness." Morroway says with a hint of pride.

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"Hmm. Franklin must have had trouble finding good men. I'll telephone him first chance I have." Morroway states. He looks worried, however.

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It was the secretary of war at the time but great post!

edited, thanks

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Morroway's voice was stern but calm, all business. "Franklin, there's been an incident. The good senator--yes, him-- he was an imposter of some kind. We were attacked by local law enforcement, and now some of my fellow party goers are in a pinch of legal trouble. See if you can reach the sheriff's office and get them out. I'll need them as witnesses."
The phone mumbled from the other end, then Morroway continued. "That won't be necessary. He was killed in an accident. But we don't know who else he might've been working with. Also, we're being pursued. Someone who knew the guest list. They don't want this secret out, but we're taking it straight to Washington. Try to get the office of the Secretary. Yes, of war. Yes, it's that serious. And Franklin, I'm getting on the next train, with our without those witnesses. Get me some men at the D.C. station. Have them being an armoured car and at least two vests or jackets. Yes, for me and my--" he pauses, looking at Evelyn. "A friend. And men you trust, Franklin. We might even have them working for us."
Morroway hung up the phone, a look of concern hardening his features. "Don't let me down, Franklin."

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Morroway watches the others depart with concern, but keeps his focus on the lady with him. He walks her into the station.

Once inside, he locates the telephone and places a call to his assistant in New York.
"Franklin? This is Silas."
pause for optional GM intervention and to look up where we are.

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Morroway helps Evelyn off the train and keeps an eye on their companions. "Those men are key witnesses. We can't let anything happen to them. I'm going to telephone my assistant in New York. We need ideas."

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Morroway approaches from behind and sees the situation before him. "Is there a problem here, son?" he asks, noting the boy with the rifle. "My name is Silas Morroway, founder and owner of Morroway Safeties. I heard some commotion. Perhaps I can be of service?"

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Morroway nudges Evelyn. "It might be prudent to examine our cargo. A man with a rifle went by a moment ago."

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"Keep them out of trouble, but hurry back."
Morroway shifts nervously as he is left alone with the lady and the photographs. He locks the door again.

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Technically I don't think you know that's where they went, but I also doubt it will be hard to find them.

Morroway stays with the lady, knowing that the photographs are their best evidence.

Morroway rubs his chin as the foreigner exits the car. "I think we're going to have trouble soon."

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Morroway waves his hand dismissively. "Should someone check on our fellow?" He asks generally.

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You're up champ.

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Morroway raises a doubtful eyebrow to George. "They were. And I doubt they're simply going to walk away and forget the matter. I suspect they'll be back with more of them, or worse. I propose we change trains at the first opportunity. Perhaps changing cars for now would be prudent."

Morroway, now in his spare suit without any shotgun damage, looks out the window and listens carefully.

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