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March 2, 2015
#30: The End of MDOPFGIASA
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Fragments of mortar and wood rained down upon Giles Newberry as he struggled through the rubble, handkerchief pressed to his mouth and nose. He looked about bleakly, blinking out the dust that threatened to get in his eyes as he searched for both Vincent Wexley, last seen by his front window mere moments before the
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Fragments of mortar and wood rained down upon Giles Newberry as he struggled through the rubble, handkerchief pressed to his mouth and nose. He looked about bleakly, blinking out the dust that threatened to get in his eyes as he searched for both Vincent Wexley, last seen by his front window mere moments before the
January 16, 2015
#29: Defensive wounds
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"Does it matter? I got it all tucked back inside,” Vincent muttered, poking gingerly at his bandages. The look he shot Giles was pure hatred. “You let him in. You let Smyth bully you—bully us all—around. Led us on a wild goose chase, he did. All to save the day! And then let the bad guy go at the end!”
“He didn't just 'let him
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"Does it matter? I got it all tucked back inside,” Vincent muttered, poking gingerly at his bandages. The look he shot Giles was pure hatred. “You let him in. You let Smyth bully you—bully us all—around. Led us on a wild goose chase, he did. All to save the day! And then let the bad guy go at the end!”
“He didn't just 'let him
November 6, 2014
#28: Beg pardon but... did you say QUIP?
“. . . 's the safest place in London,” Perrigordon grumbled, unlocking the back door of the old waterfront warehouse. “Believe you me, if it wasn't on Smyth's orders. . .” The professor trailed off noting the bleak look in Ms. Temble's eyes, a look that currently trumped his own peevish discomfort over having to allow anyone into his inner sanctum.
“Now, now, miss. He'll be alright. Just you
“Now, now, miss. He'll be alright. Just you
October 13, 2014
#27: Feud
An awkward silence settled between
the small group of MDOPFGIASA officers, the tension nearly as thick
as the still swirling fog. Ms. Temble's question hung unanswered in
the air.
“Come.
We need to round up a few of these scoundrels when they go to
dismantle the bomb acting
our orders.” Vincent replaced his unfashionable eyewear and turned
to lead the way.
John Smythe was the first to follow
the small group of MDOPFGIASA officers, the tension nearly as thick
as the still swirling fog. Ms. Temble's question hung unanswered in
the air.
“Come.
We need to round up a few of these scoundrels when they go to
dismantle the bomb acting
our orders.” Vincent replaced his unfashionable eyewear and turned
to lead the way.
John Smythe was the first to follow
January 1, 2014
#1: The Most Obnoxious Acronym the World has Ever Seen
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Inspector
Giles Newberry curled his lip in frustration and disgust as one of
his officers hurtled out of the sky, passing mere feet from the edge
of the roof, just out of arms’ reach. The unfortunate man’s
panicked scream cut off by his eventual, abrupt collision with the
street below signaled the demise of yet another of London’s
Inspector
Giles Newberry curled his lip in frustration and disgust as one of
his officers hurtled out of the sky, passing mere feet from the edge
of the roof, just out of arms’ reach. The unfortunate man’s
panicked scream cut off by his eventual, abrupt collision with the
street below signaled the demise of yet another of London’s
#2: Oh sludge...
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Sir
Reginald Crothall looked about his desk for something to do, was
tempted to rearrange its contents for optimal use. That
exercise had already been deemed fruitless, however, based on the two
complete desk overhauls he’d already done this morning.
Blowing air loudly through his
mouth, Crothall removed and inspected his glasses but
Sir
Reginald Crothall looked about his desk for something to do, was
tempted to rearrange its contents for optimal use. That
exercise had already been deemed fruitless, however, based on the two
complete desk overhauls he’d already done this morning.
Blowing air loudly through his
mouth, Crothall removed and inspected his glasses but
#3: Crothall Makes An Arrest
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Of
all the mornings to be running behind, Giles
dashed about his rooms in a frantic search for his stick. His
usual cane leaned temptingly against the mantle and he passed it
twice in his fruitless hunt for the other. Oh, he knew he could
simply grab what was available and be out the door in a moment, but
the walking stick he sought had
Of
all the mornings to be running behind, Giles
dashed about his rooms in a frantic search for his stick. His
usual cane leaned temptingly against the mantle and he passed it
twice in his fruitless hunt for the other. Oh, he knew he could
simply grab what was available and be out the door in a moment, but
the walking stick he sought had
#4: “Take a Pair of Sparkling Eyes”
Yesterday the man had been more than
forthcoming.
Yesterday Harvey Whitlock had waxed poetic on all of his designs for domination, revolution
through robotics, as they’d tramped the sewers in search of his one and only pièce
de résistance.
But that was yesterday. Today was another matter.
Drumming his fingers against the edge of the
desk, Giles feigned boredom. If
Mr. Whitlock here
forthcoming.
Yesterday Harvey Whitlock had waxed poetic on all of his designs for domination, revolution
through robotics, as they’d tramped the sewers in search of his one and only pièce
de résistance.
But that was yesterday. Today was another matter.
Drumming his fingers against the edge of the
desk, Giles feigned boredom. If
Mr. Whitlock here
#5: Kidnapped!
Giles resisted the urge to fitfully pick at the
tasseled edge of the cushion in his hands.
In the next chair over, Sir Reginald Crothall contrastingly sat with an
attitude betraying calm, cool, confidence, and just a tiny bit of
distraction. The two men sat in
Ms. Temble’s sitting room, had been here for the better part of half-an-hour
while the lady endeavored to explain her part in the “
tasseled edge of the cushion in his hands.
In the next chair over, Sir Reginald Crothall contrastingly sat with an
attitude betraying calm, cool, confidence, and just a tiny bit of
distraction. The two men sat in
Ms. Temble’s sitting room, had been here for the better part of half-an-hour
while the lady endeavored to explain her part in the “
December 31, 2013
#6: Leapin’ ‘Lectric Lizards!
“Damn.”
Slackjawed and thoroughly furious, Inspector Giles Newberry stood in the hallway feeling somehow like he’d been had. A small part of his brain, the unreasonable portion that
frankly did contribute heavily to his skills as a detective, immediately
wondered if perhaps the enigmatic Ms. Temble here wasn’t also more involved in
the sordid tale than she was letting on, that perhaps this
Slackjawed and thoroughly furious, Inspector Giles Newberry stood in the hallway feeling somehow like he’d been had. A small part of his brain, the unreasonable portion that
frankly did contribute heavily to his skills as a detective, immediately
wondered if perhaps the enigmatic Ms. Temble here wasn’t also more involved in
the sordid tale than she was letting on, that perhaps this
