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um @bloonewb I had a PM for you regarding the situation that the boy called you to.  It was supposed to tie you into the story, fitting your character into the mystery.  I just literally haven't had a second of the time needed to write it.  I got up early this morning to do so.  That's why in a previous quote I said 

PMs to those affected by most recent post coming soon.  Im just running out of time this morning.

So the post can either stand as it is, separate unrelated incident like a very short side quest, and I will come up with some other intro to bring you into the actual group mystery  or you can delete the post and I will get you a PM as soon as I can.  But not this morning unless you happen to be up and respond quickly because my free time is disappearing fast.  

~~~Group C~~~~

Filip watched the pair move through the streets.  He was glad he had waited.  When he had first picked up their trail he had thought it might be an easy enough mark.  Of course he had only seen the one at first.  The gentleman looked well to do enough that between the boots and whatever pocket monies he might have it would be enough for the day.  Enough for a couple days of ale and bread and he could climb up inside a bottle in a warm cozy tavern and forget his troubles for awhile.  That was really all he was after anymore; just a chance to forget.  At least for awhile.

He had moved along the rooftops and walls like a forest squirrel.  He was one of the better second story men in the area; if he would allow himself the dedication to burgling. Instead he was fond of the quick solution; the snatch and grab.  Brute force.  It was simpler.  

So he had planned to mug the man.  Instinct held him back, that and that no one else was bothering with them.  The latter could be blamed on the trouble.  In fact, if he was honest with himself his reluctance might be blamed on the same thing.  No one just wandered around these days; it was likely they had something to do with things.  

So instead of robbing the stranger he followed him, until he met up with another.  And then things got a little strange.  Definitely these folk were up to no good; but he didn't remember seeing them down here in the stews.  Maybe there was still a way he could make money off of them.  Information was valuable.  Information on strangers, well to do and dangerous strangers even more so.  

Filip slunk along in the darkness as he followed the pair.  Behind him a tunnel opened under the city, a thin trickle of liquid, sewage and who knew what else, trickled out.  Tucked in a shadow created by the wall and the sickly green lantern light, he settled into the dark to watch.   The smell was one he was used to, as were all who lived and worked down here, so he didn't even notice when the foul liquid lapped at his heels.  

What he did notice, and it was starting to give him the “willies”, was the silence all around.  It was literally just these two strangers.  And himself.  Even after the troubles a few intrepid souls were out at night.  This night, not so much.  It was making the fine hairs at the back of his neck stand up.  

When a very strange rolling scream rent the night air he couldn't take it any longer. 
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 Had he possessed the familiarity with the American west that Wes Craven had, he would have recognized the scream immediately.  As it was poor Filip knew only that a woman was screaming as if she was being killed.  Standing up he bolted down the tunnel, squelching sounds echoing behind him as he sloshed his way into the darkness.  No longer caring who heard or saw him.    

~~Group D~~~

The sound of a small body hitting the wall was not uncommon in this particular slum house.  Nearly people lived here, packed in four smallish “apartments”.  Petr was completely used to it and thought nothing of it, even though it was his body that thudded dully into the wall.  

“Git!” hissed the woman who served as his “mother” though it was doubtful she was really his mother by blood.  He had never remembered another in his life, but everyone said his real mother sold him almost as soon as he could walk, sold him to buy more liquor.  He didn't care, he was too used to it by now.  He just survived; he didn't live.  

“Git the doc now!!” she hissed through clenched teeth and tears.  Already hauling back her hand to cuff her son across the head again.  

“But Ma” whined Petr as he he picked himself up off the ground.  “It's dark and...you know.” 

“Don't be stupid boy.  Your sister is dying.  Get the doc NOW!!”  She would never admit the truth, she would not loose the only girl child she had, the only child who was her genuine child, not some street waif she picked up for a few coppers to help with her business.   

Petr looked around his mother's scrawny frame and tattered dress to the door behind her.  He could see dark spatters all over, their dull reddish brown color seemed to suck what little light there was in the room into them.  The smell of iron filled the air as well as other smells even less familiar and somehow more ominous.  He stopped whining.  What was outside could be no worse than what was in here.  He hadn't seen in the room but the smell was like nothing he had ever encountered and somehow it made him afraid.  

With a quick nod, not in agreement but in resignation, Petr turned and ran down the steps into the night.  The alley was deserted at this time of night but the darkness made it hard to avoid all the junk scattered everywhere.  This was as much a trash dump as a residential alley.  It used to be that people who couldn't afford the rent of the nearby buildings would make temporary squats among the trash.  No longer however.  The troubles had ensured everyone who could stay in did,  and those that couldn't chose to squat in other more well lit areas, despite the police presence.  In fact many opted for jail over being on the streets.  Petr had to just do his best, run as fast as he could, and hope for the best to try and get to the doctor.  She was one of the few who would actually work in the slums here, and the closest.  He took to his heels to find her.  

NOTES FOR REFERENCE:
Group A—Isabeau. Adam, Lily
Group B--Rabid Bear in the Woods. Johanna, Wes
Group C--Missing Men. Aleksandra, Lucie
Group D--transit. Martha

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