The obvious first place to look for Henry Hancock, the gentleman apparently in distress, is in his home, in the village he was staying at. After settling in to our accommodation the previous evening, we make our way up to the house to investigate. We ring the bell, knock on the door, and get no […]
Apart from Harry Herpderp, not his real surname, attempting to pickle his organs, the liner journey across the Atlantic is uneventful. We arrive on the west coast of Scotland and travel by train and car to the east. Once there, Herpderp continues where he left off. 'Whisky', he says, when we enter a local pub. […]
We're heading to Scotland. Knowing the kind of investigations we get involved with, there is discussion about whether to the take the assault rifles brought back from the future with us. Taking any kind of weapon on a transatlantic liner to another country may be frowned upon, but rather deadly looking and quite unfamiliar weapons […]
Our investigations in New York draw to a close and we return to Boston, where a letter awaits Madame Za Za. An archaeologist appears to be in some distress, and the family asks if we could make the trip to Scotland, financed by them, to investigate. Of course we can. There is talk about how […]
Half of us manage to get in to the depths of the bunker, smashing through a sewer wall to get inside. The other half are upstairs, watching for guard reactions and preparing to cut the power if necessary. And by 'if necessary', I apparently take that to mean, 'when I get the tiniest bit twitchy'. […]
We can't get gas or grenades from the black market, not even knowing that it exists, but that's not stopping Harry Herpderp, not his real surname, from arming himself. 'I've bought a perfectly legal shotgun, and a perfectly legal hacksaw', he says, before taking one to the other. 'Do you know what you're doing?' At […]
New plan: gas the bunker. We need to get in to the depths of the bunker where the meetings are held, to see what mysteries lurk below, but we can't afford to go in without being prepared in some way. And if being prepared means neutralising the guards then so be it. Even so, mustard […]
The suspicious character we've tracked from Boston is running a secretive club in New York City. Weekly meetings, a friend informed us, have people turn up to buy mysterious items and artefacts supposedly brought back from the future. They are outlandish claims, even if the friend is amazed by a frying pan which nothing sticks […]