NIGHT ONE
Despite all the trauma of the day many of the people managed to find a spot in the town to get some rest, and slept soundly through the night.
But not everyone. For the public suspicion had been right in one regard, there were hostile parties among them.
As dawn approached, a few others helped piece together what had happened, from noises and fleeting glances in the night:
Having found room and a bed to shut himself in for the night, Methos was about to get some sleep, when it became obvious another had tracked him there. Clearly the man’s intentions were devious, and Methos stepped forward to confront him:
“A Prussian gentleman? What the devil do you want at this hour?”
To which his adversary only laughed, and responded: “Aha, you really are an old timer” before slamming Methos back against the wall, and with little struggle, managing to twist his neck and then hurry off into the night.
Methos was dead.
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This news was interrupted by another interesting thing – someone had found some notes left in public, the evening before. Unsure of what they meant, someone read aloud:
Washington Irving writes:
“There is no such thing as bravery; only degrees of fear.”
And also was quoted: “Every nation in every region now has a decision to make. Either you are with us, or you are with the terrorists.”
And once more confusingly: “So it goes”
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Yet these messages were little comfort as more news was presented. Even more gruesome the last night was a struggle involving two other men. Civplayah had kept himself rather calm and cautious that night, and even managed to see his assailant approach the house he’d staked out in. This man quickly peered inside but civplayah was not to be found, having already run around to a flanking position. As the mistake was realized and the man pulled out a hidden firearm, ready for trouble, civplayah pulled out a bullwhip, snapped away the pistol, and then charged to tackle the man to the ground.
Yet this foe was strong, quick, and powerful. civplayah delivered a fearsome blow, and snapped one of the man’s arms back to his great agony. But there was a second too long for recovery, and with his free hand, from beneath his coat, the man pulled out a samurai sword, and ran civplayah through.
civplayah was dead.
The town recovered Jones’
Fedora, unsure what use it may have, but decided someone else should hold onto it. Or at least they would have made that decision quickly, and given themselves to more mourning for the dead, if not for another surprise….
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