Philip's burgundy 1987 Volvo cruises down the streets of Sanfield Rock. He's been to the bookshop many times before and easily makes his way there. This part of town was nice thirty years ago, but its quality has digressed exponentially. He hoped to do something about that. Now that he is an elected aldermen, he finally has the ability to help.

The idea of "unity" has always been very important to Philip. Since childhood, stories about hero's sacrificing for a better tomorrow had fascinated him. A solid foundation was build with blood, sweat and tears. One had to be willing to risk everything if they truly wished to ascend. Not that he had a martyr complex or anything. He did not seek to throw his life away by any means, but those that knew the price of victory and were willing to pay it, those were the truly wise. Nothing comes for free...


His thoughts continue to drift as he drives on. Any second now, the bookshop should be coming into view...  

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When the bookstore rolls into view Philip will immediately see that something is amiss. There are wooden barricades set up blocking the sidewalk and entry of the store. Opaque plastic sheeting flows from the roof to the ground covering the entire store like a large bag. There are a few signs up saying that the property belongs to a well known film production company.

Parked in front of the building, forming part of the barricade is an unmarked black sedan with blacked out windows.

2009-02-04 14:14:58 Philip Rathbone rolls 5 dice to Perception+Awareness 1,1,6,10,7 (1 success)

I hold my breath, driving right past the building as if I never had any intention of going there. This is bad. This is really fuckin bad. What the bloody hell did Henk get himself into. I had warned him about being careful...

I continue up the street for two or three blocks, before taking a right and doubling back on the street behind the bookshop. I keep an eye out for any signs of the Man. The last thing I need are those bloody Blacksuits on my ass.

2009-02-04 14:18:01 Philip Rathbone rolls 3 dice to Perception (used willpower) 2,7,10 (3 successes)  

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2009-02-05 12:04:44 MiB rolls 6 dice to Per+Alert [+2 diff high traffic area, +1 diff watching all day](Diff 9) 7,1,5,10,8, 2 (failure)

Philip gets the impression that something very odd happened here. His latent senses tell that much; this isnt right, you should be here.

As he doubles back he will get a better peek. Noone enters or leaves the bookstore, but the drivers side window on the sedan rolls down enough for someone to discard a cigarette butt. Through the drifting smoke Philip will see the telltale cropped hair and dark sunglasses of someone he really doesnt want to tangle with unprepared.

The men in black in the car have been out here most of the day. Its a boring job, guarding a former hot-zone that is now just full of cleanup crews. But orders are orders. Philip will pass by again unnoticed by the men in the car for having done so.

Knowing full well that his situation is jeopardous, he keeps on driving. Their are far safer ways of gaining information and far safer locales in which to do it. Philip is not some brash, young Flambeau, eager to test his might against the Daedaleans. No, he must be patient.

He heads for home.



[move to The Heights]