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  1. Create a Villain Theme Team!

    The Five Tigers of Fist Mountain have gained magical instruments to further their mastery of kung fu. Who are these five evil monks, and what are their weapons? CES
  2. Create a Villain Theme Team!

    The Bonnie Prince is a leader of people with his charm, battle savvy, and great heart. The crowd wants him to succeed and helps him in every way, especially against the English. CES
  3. The One Million Word Project

    Secret Service 1938- 3 Rafferty decided the best thing he could do was call Hawley, and the Operator. Both needed to know about Corklin for different reasons. Hawley needed to know because he would eventually, and he would be asked to run any investigation. Rafferty would be the person at the top of his suspect list. The Operator needed to know because if it was a box, then calling Hawley would blow that up as an option. And if Fletcher was going to help him, this was something he could help with by following reports generated by the Met. It wasn’t perfect, but it was the best he could do at the moment. He had no resources to ask questions, or collect evidence. The Met were in the best position to do that. And if someone was working for Brown, this might draw them out. If Hawley was working for Brown, this would be a great way for him to prove it. He went to the phone booth. He would have to start mixing up from where he called if he was going to keep doing it. Someone would see him using this booth and try to shoot at him eventually. He called Hawley’s office first. Maybe the Inspector was still there. If not, he would try the man’s home address. “Hawley,” said the gruff inspector after two rings. “There’s a dead body I need to report,” said Rafferty. He gave the address. “Someone has done for Bob Corklin.” “How do you know this?,” asked Hawley. “I’ve seen it,” said Rafferty. “I’m only reporting it because I will be the number one suspect.” “Bob Corklin is the man who stated that he saw you taking bribes,” said Hawley. “I remember him. Did you kill him?” “No,” said Rafferty. “I found him because I wanted to know who put him up to it. He was dead on the floor.” “I’ll look into it,” said Hawley. “This is bad for you, Jimmy. You can’t even deny you weren’t there because here you are reporting finding the body.” “I know,” said Rafferty. “I have to go. I’ll call back in the morning.” Rafferty hung up the phone. He dialed the other number. Two rings and the same voice he had dealt with earlier said “Operator, state your name.” “Rafferty,” said the former detective. “One of the witnesses in the Mick Brown trial is dead. The police have been alerted. Inspector Hawley should be going to the scene of the crime right now.” “Options?,” asked the Operator. She was asking him for options? He rubbed his face as he thought. What could he do at this point? Corklin was dead. There was no way to prove that he lied under oath without his admission. What options did he have? He still had Bones. He had to find the man. If he did that, maybe he would have options to do what Fletcher wanted. “The Inspector will be gathering evidence to sort things out,” said Rafferty. “I need to let him do that. The only other thing I can do is find the suspected shooter from earlier in the night. I’ll call back if I find anything.” “Understood,” said the Operator. “Wait,” said Rafferty. “Can you get me a car?” “Hold please,” the Operator said. The line buzzed on her end. “Yes. We can arrange for a car to be delivered to you.” “Not at the flat,” said Rafferty. “Have it dropped at the Rotten Unicorn.” “Understood,” said the Operator. “Anything else?” “Not at the moment,” said Rafferty. “Thank you.” The Operator cut the connection. Rafferty wondered what he could do next. He still had most of the night ahead of him before the Met had pulled Corklin’s body out of his apartment. It would be at least two days before an autopsy and any lab reports. Hawley would have to have those. Someone would want to know why a man leveling accusations at a detective had been killed without any protection being provided by the police. He didn’t envy the inspector’s position when that inevitably happened. His spot was worse. Someone would get around to wanting to know where he was, and if there was enough evidence to charge him in the killing. The uniforms would turn out to look for him soon enough. How did he take advantage of the time he had before his face was posted in every station across the country? It was time to start asking questions. And he had to do it as someone that didn’t have anything to lose. He hated to admit it, but he had to use Fletcher’s vigilante to do what he had to do. He quit the phone booth and headed for the flat. It was the only place that seemed safe at the moment. Once Fletcher decided to throw him to the wolves, it would be exposed to the authorities. He needed the costume and the files. Then he could act from a place that only he knew about and wouldn’t be in danger of being turned in to the police. He hated to have to hide behind a mask, but he didn’t see that he had a choice. Once the police started searching for him, both sides would be searching for him. He didn’t see a way around that. He scanned the street as he approached the front of the building. No one was on the street, and he didn’t see anything out of order. He let himself in and hurried up to his flat. He had to get in and get out as fast as possible. He doubted Fletcher would get him out of a murder charge. He had to do it himself. How did he do that? The first thing on his agenda had to be finding Billy Bones and finding out what he knew and why the hit man had tried to kill him. Once he knew that, he could move to the next step. It had to be something attached to the Brown case. He didn’t see why. The case was closed. Brown had beaten the rap. The Crown couldn’t win a case with what had happened in the one that had just been dismissed. It would be far easier to prove he had the motive, means, and opportunity to kill Corklin. He let himself into the flat. He grabbed the uniform and weapon box from the closet. He stuffed the files in the box as best he could. Time to go. How long did he have before Hawley dropped by the Unicorn looking for him? He had to pick up the dropped car and clear the area before that happened. Everyone knew he used the Unicorn as his second office. Someone would have the place surrounded when the word went out. He had to get there first, and then escape the manhunt. He should have told the Operator to use a different drop spot. He had acted without thinking. He couldn’t keep doing that. He headed downstairs. He checked the street before leaving the building. He headed toward the Unicorn. He had to find the car, and drive away before Hawley showed up to ask him questions. He didn’t like the fact he didn’t have any answers. Rafferty paused in the shadow of an alley when he got close to the Unicorn. He didn’t see many people around the pub. Where was the car? He spotted a black sedan parked down the block. Someone had left a card with the Union Jack on its face in the window. He crept up to look inside. The delivery man was long gone. It was time he did the same. A quick check showed the keys were in the ignition. He placed the costume and box in the trunk. He got behind the wheel and drove away. When Fletcher decided to get rid of him, the car would be given to the police for them to find. He didn’t know if he could trust the knight, but he had to have resources. Hawley would want to bring him in for holding while they built a case against him. That was how the Met worked. There was no reason to believe they would see things as a frame job following on what had happened in court. He had more reason to kill Corklin after what had happened in court. So how did he start now that he had transportation? He found a quiet place to park. All he could do was read the material in the trunk. Maybe that would give him some place to go. He pulled out the files and carried them back to the front seat. He went through them carefully. He was amazed that some of his own notes were in the paperwork from his own cases dealing with murders associated with the Brown Gang. How had Fletcher got those? So Fletcher had spies in the authorities to feed information to his vigilante. That was good to know, but useless if his vigilante was on the run from both sides. Where could he start his campaign? He noted that Brown owned three clubs and a hidden casino. He needed operating funds. The casino was the best place to hit. It would be well guarded, but they wouldn’t want too much trouble. He smiled. He might be able to make it work. He needed to take a look at the place. And he would have to hit hard. He couldn’t let them get back on their feet and realize only one man was committing a raid. That could get him killed. He put the files back in the trunk and pulled out the costume and gun box. He changed clothes in the back seat and loaded the Webley. He kept the mask around his neck until he needed it. He drove through town to the address listed for the casino. //156k and some change
  4. The title will be Blind in One Eye. CES
  5. I need two options. I am going to pick the moon sisters as one option. They need one sheng gong wu from the village. I am going to pick Kubo's eye for the other CES
  6. Classic Movie Plot Holes (Spoilers)

    his whip CES
  7. Classic Movie Plot Holes (Spoilers)

    Only three guys escaped in the first movie and they were released. THe second group was a whole new bunch of convicts CES
  8. In other news...

    The CDC would normally handle death statistics but they are forbidden to study it. CES
  9. The One Million Word Project

    Secret Service 1938- 2  Rafferty decided that he needed to get something to eat before digging into the files. He didn’t like Fletcher setting him up with this apartment, when he wasn’t sure he could trust him. He decided he had two choices. He could do the job and hope Fletcher was trustworthy, or he could abandon ship and do something else and hope his disgrace didn’t follow him around. He was sure the fallout from the trial was why he had been picked for this daft thing. And he didn’t know if he could get another job except as unskilled labor because of the papers following him around. The detective checked the kitchen and found no food before he left the flat. They had given him what he needed to prosecute their job, but they hadn’t set up the place as a residence. He went down to the street. The Rotten Unicorn was back the way he had come. He decided it wouldn’t be a good idea to go back there until he figured out who wanted to kill him. There were so many people who might want to do that. It might even include people who didn’t want him talking to Fletcher for whatever reason. That might be a list as long as his arm. Rafferty went the other way. He thought there were some open restaurants and clubs in that direction. A good dinner would help him think about what he wanted to do. Extralegal methods were things the government did to hide their involvement. Who was behind Fletcher? He doubted it was a one man show. Someone must have given permission to pursue this, and sealed it. Who had the biggest motive? Who had Mick Brown angered so much that the government had decided to toss out the rules? It didn’t fit with the general appeasement of Hitler that had happened. He had so many questions but knew that Fletcher would only tell him what he needed to know. And he didn’t need to know that much. And what he did need to know he could dig in and find out. That was what he did best. Rafferty found a small place taking up one corner of a shop. He decided that was as good a place to eat as anywhere. And the space was open so he could see anyone in a car rolling up to shoot at him again. That bothered him somewhat. The Unicorn was known as one of his places. Had they followed him there, and tried to kill him after his meeting, or were they following Fletcher first and happened to see him there? He saw a public phone. Maybe he should make a couple of calls before he got something to eat. Fletcher might not have made it home after the meeting. He should check on that. And he had one friend on the force he could call to get some help. Rafferty called the number Fletcher had given him. He might as well see if it actually worked. “Operator,” said the voice on the other end of the call. “Name?” “Rafferty,” said the detective. “Is Sir Laurence in?” “No,” said the Operator. “How can I help you?” “I’m checking on Sir Laurence,” said Rafferty. How much should he reveal to this unknown person? “There was a shooting not far from our meeting.” “Understood,” said the Operator. “I will make a safety check. Phone number?” “I am at a public phone at the Quin restaurant,” said Rafferty. He gave the listed number for the phone. “I expect to be here for an hour, before I move on.” “Understood.” The Operator hung up on him. Rafferty stared at the phone. So there was a third man, or woman, in the program. That was okay. Maybe they should use code words to avoid phone monitoring. He smiled at that. He called one of the people he thought he could trust still in the Met. The man probably didn’t want to talk to him. He needed information, and this was the fastest way he knew to get it. He needed something to work on to get to Brown. Maybe the shooter was the way to go about that. At the least, a name would point him to someone he could question. “Hawley,” said the rough voice of his mentor. He was probably reading some case file and trying to suss out the details he needed to crack the case wide open. “It’s Rafferty, Inspector,” said Rafferty. He kept an eye on things around him. He didn’t want to be trapped in the phone booth. “I need your memory.” “I’m listening,” said Hawley. “I would like to know if there was anyone connected to Mick Brown that liked to shoot people from a car,” said Rafferty. “That’s most of them, Jimmy,” said the inspector. “The most prominent to my mind is Johnny Skillet.” “I thought the Scots had done for him,” said Rafferty. “They thought they had him pinned in a burning building, but they never found the body,” said Hawley. “They wrote him off as dead.” “So he could be alive,” said Rafferty. Hawley never accepted someone was dead until he had body and confirmation from someone, or teeth. “Who’s your second choice?” “Billy Bones,” said Hawley. “He’s still running loose. Never been picked up as far as I know.” “Thank you, Inspector,” said Rafferty. “I’ll see if I can find him.” “What’s going on, Jimmy,” said Hawley. “Why the call in the middle of the night?” “I have a job,” said Rafferty. “I have been asked to look into a thing, or two. I’ll let you know when it’s over.” “This isn’t about the shooting near the Unicorn, is it?,” asked Hawley. “I know that is one of your favorite haunts.” “Everyone knows that,” said Rafferty. “I have to go. I’m expecting a phone call.” “Stay out of trouble, Jimmy,” said the inspector. “Don’t I always?,” said Rafferty. He hung up the phone. How did he make use of the information he had been given? He supposed he could talk to people who knew Bones. Maybe that would give him a way to make the shooter confess to his crimes. Driving around town and taking shots at people had to be stopped. He wondered what Fletcher expected him to do about all this. The costume and the files suggested that he wanted some kind of vigilante action committed on Mick Brown’s organization. And it looked like Mick Brown wanted him out of the way more permanently than making sure he had no authority to oppose him. Could Fletcher find Bones? That would save him some time if the knight had other resources that could be used. Rafferty ordered a small dinner from the restaurant while he waited for his call back. He ate with an eye on the door, and windows. If Fletcher had a leak, that leak would probably pass on where he was to whomever shot at him. If that happened, he had to be ready to move from where he sat. All the other people in the room would have to look out for themselves if something happened. Rafferty finished his meal as the phone began to ring. He walked over to the booth and answered the phone with a curt “yeah?” “Sir Laurence reports no problems,” said the Operator. “Thanks,” said Rafferty. “See if you can find a man named Billy Bones. I would like to talk to him soonest. I’ll call back in a few hours.” Rafferty hung up. He didn’t know if Fletcher had anyone out there who could search the city. He did know that he couldn’t search everywhere by himself. Extra eyes were necessary for the job. And he needed a car to get around. If he was expected to wear that costume in the flat, he needed a way to get across town without anyone noticing a man in a military suit and mask. Such a description would point constables at him if he went into action and started doing things frowned upon by the Crown. He wasn’t sure he wanted to cross that line at the moment. It would feel good to execute street justice on his enemies, but he was better than that. A mask wouldn’t change who he was. Still, it was tempting to throw someone through a window like Hawley had done to one of the River Rats when he had first made detective. The inspector had caught the man trying to flee the scene while detectives and uniformed constables surrounded the place. The fling through the glass had been enough to settle the man down for manacles to be applied. Rafferty headed into the East End. There was one man he wanted to talk to that he shouldn’t. He already had the address from an old file. If he could catch the man at home, that would be fine enough. It was certainly against the Met’s policy for what he wanted to do to the man he was going to talk to at the moment. He had thought about letting things lie before talking to Sir Laurence. Now he wanted to see what he could do to shake the man up. He found the address and looked up and down the street. People roamed, but no one seemed to be watching him. Rafferty knocked on the door. He looked up at the windows. No lights came on. Was the man home? Rafferty knocked on the door again. Did he want to go in? Was it better if he waited outside? So far he hadn’t broken any laws. How much would that fly with his former coworkers? He knocked on the door again. He wondered where his accuser could be. Maybe he was at one of the local shops, pubs, or restaurants. Rafferty wondered if the man had left anything lying around that could incriminate him in something. Was he considering breaking the law? Did he really want to do this? Rafferty grimaced. He had to make up his mind. Was he ready to step outside the lines? Was he the man Fletcher wanted for his job? He punched a pane out of the front window on the left. He reached in and turned the lock. He raised the window and slipped inside. He turned on the lights with his sleeve covering his fingers. He found the resident in his bath. He shook his head. He had to get out of there before someone reported him. He turned the lights out and slipped out the front door. Bob Corklin had come forward and accused him of taking bribes to look the other way. A bank account had been submitted as evidence that something was going on. Only the fact that he hadn’t been identified by the bank officials had saved him from bribery charges. He had wanted to ask the man how much he had been paid to have the force turn on him as a crook. He couldn’t do that now. He grimaced as he went back to the Quin. He needed to report this as soon as he could. He was going to look guilty either way. He might as well try to have the machinery collect the evidence and hope he could refute it. Why had they killed Corklin? Was he about to refute his statement? Was it a way to put Rafferty further in a box? Had Fletcher’s people done it to insure his cooperation? He needed answers to his questions. Whom did he ask first? //158011
  10. I would like to option the Sheng Gong Wu from Xialin Showdown. CES
  11. The One Million Word Project

    Secret Service 1938- 1 James Rafferty didn’t like the room. There were too many people in it. He had to squeeze into a corner at the back. And too many people seemed to be looking at him as they passed. He should have asked for a different place to meet. The Rotten Unicorn was his drinking spot. Setting up a meeting there had been second nature. Now it felt wrong. He checked his watch. The arranged time was almost there. If the other person didn’t arrive, he would go home and drink everything he had at his place. Sir Laurence Fletcher stepped through the door of the pub exactly on time. He pushed through the crowd until he reached Rafferty’s table. He placed his bowler on the table, leaned his cane against the nearby wall, and sat down casually in the second chair facing away from the door. “Hello, Mr. Rafferty,” said Sir Laurence. “Thank you for having this meeting with me.” “What’s going on?,” asked Rafferty. “I’ve been canned, and now I am talking to a knight of the realm. We don’t exactly move in the same circles.” “I have a job offer for you, Mr. Rafferty,” said Sir Laurence. “It is totally confidential. You can’t tell this to a living soul.” “What’s your job, Guv‘nor?,” asked Rafferty. “We want you to harass Mick Brown until something changes,” said Sir Laurence. “Excuse me,” said Rafferty. “You heard me right,” said the knight. “We’re putting together a secret agency to do things that no one else can do. Part of that is outside the law criminal intelligence gathering. Mick Brown is the biggest target in the city at the moment. We want you to harass him and his operations until the normal police can put together a case.” “Going after Mick Brown was why I was canned,” said Rafferty. “He has too many friends in the department. Evidence will never be enough to stop him. It will disappear before he goes to trial.” “Even so,” said Sir Laurence. “We want you onboard with this project. You are a trained detective and you know the underground. And you’re deniable.” “The deniable part seems more important than the rest,” said Rafferty. “What we will be doing cannot be shared with other agencies for the Crown,” said Sir Laurence. “If you are caught, you will be forced to pay the price for any crimes you may have to commit in the course of a mission.” “Why should I go along with this?,” said Rafferty. “I don’t see anything in it for me.” “It’s the only way we can think of to hurt Brown and his organization.” Sir Laurence scanned the crowd. “We need someone capable of hurting him before he does something that can’t be fixed.” “He’s already done that,” said Rafferty. “We’re talking against the war effort,” said Sir Laurence. “We think Brown is funneling money to the Jerries. We can’t prove it, but if he is, we want it to stop.” “And you think I’m the man who can do that,” said Rafferty. He made a snort of a laugh. “You’re asking for a lot, Guv’nor.” “And I am not promising much in return,” said the knight. “There’s only so much I can say at a recruitment meeting.” “I’ll go along with this,” said Rafferty. “I shouldn’t. I should turn you in to the proper authorities. I am curious about this new idea that Brown would help the Germans.” “So you’re in?,” said Sir Laurence. “I’m curious about it,” said Rafferty. “I don’t know how it could be proven in a court. So far Brown has been good about getting rid of any evidence that might tie him to a crime.” “That’s why we want you to harass him until something shows up that he can’t make go away,” said Sir Laurence. “I’m going to give you a key. It’s to a flat. Equipment has been put there for you to use for your mission. Do not let anyone see your face while you’re working for us. We can’t allow your identity to be compromised and have it lead back to us.” “I understand,” said Rafferty. “Are there any rules for this?” “We don’t want you to be killed, and we don’t want you killing anybody either,” said Sir Laurence. “The more we can try and break in court, the better my backer will like it.” “Who’s your backer?,” asked Rafferty. “That will have to remain a secret,” said Sir Laurence. “This is the key to your headquarters. This is the address.” He handed over a card and two keys. “Keep it secret.” The knight stood. “We want to make this work for the duration of the war. That could be years away from now.” “When do you want me to start?,” asked Rafferty. He put the key and card away in his pocket. “Sometime in the next few days,” said Sir Laurence. He placed his bowler on his head. “Anything we can get for you will be sent to the flat by messenger. If you need something, call my office and ask for me.” “Could you get me my job back?,” asked Rafferty. “No,” said Sir Laurence. “Your peers have sentenced you to being an embarrassment on the profession. No one wants you around to embarrass them further.” “I suppose that’s honest enough,” said Rafferty. “I don’t like it.” “I admit we’re recruiting you because you have every reason to avenge yourself on Brown,” said Sir Laurence. “We are hoping that you are enough above it to keep a clear perspective on the goal.” “My life is in ruins,” said Rafferty. “I can’t promise that.” “Do what you can,” said Sir Laurence. He picked up his cane. “I’ll be in touch with some information, and how we think things are looking.” Rafferty watched the other man leave. No one else seemed to notice his erstwhile new employer. He stood. He put a few dollars down to cover his tab before leaving the pub. It didn’t take a detective to see why Fletcher had asked him to join their operation. Mick Brown had ruined his life with a fake witness, a review board, and the allegation that he had taken bribes. Of course he wanted to pay back the gang lord. What did Fletcher expect him to do to harass Brown? He didn’t plan to kill anybody, or create a false charge. What was left? Did he want to walk this path any further than listening to the offer? How much trouble would he be in if he were caught mucking about Brown after being fired for chasing him? How far was he willing to go to deal with Brown for some secret agency? He didn’t have an answer for that question. He also didn’t know if he was dealing with an agency at all. It might be a one man show with Fletcher as the boss. He was decorated enough, and won a knight hood, but even knights could go bad. At least he was honest about letting Rafferty know he would be out in the cold if things went bad. That was an expected option as far as the detective was concerned, and it had already happened once. How bad could a second time be? Did he want to know what the inside of a prison looked like for a resident instead of a visitor? He walked along the street, heading for the address he had been given. Once there, he could think about what he wanted to do. The safe house would tell him if he was being misled about the ability of Fletcher and his mates. It would be his last chance to turn down their job. Rafferty noticed headlights behind him. He paused to light up a cigarette on the next corner. He turned right and started away from the promised flat. The car turned to follow him. It could still be going in the same direction. London had a variety of places that more than one person had to be at any time. He paused at the entrance of a bookstore that looked ready to close. He reached for the door. The car sped up. Rafferty hurled himself against the door. Bullets went by in front of the small cracks of burning powder. He fell to the floor as the car rolled away. The detective got to his feet. He wondered if the attack was because Brown knew he was coming, or to clean up any loose lips. It didn’t matter. Someone was gunning for him before he could see his bolthole. He should take care of that before he tried anything else. He hadn’t got a good look at the shooter. He had no way of knowing who was after him. He certainly wasn’t going to confront Brown in his new persona. He needed a weaker link to exploit. He needed the person who had helped overturn the court case against Brown. That was where he should start in this new job. Once he had that man running for his life, he could try for someone else. Rafferty turned and headed back the way he came. He wanted to avoid the police response. He didn’t have time for his former colleagues. They would want to know what had happened for hours. It was better for him to vanish. He was the enemy now, more so than when he was on the force. The detective watched the street as he walked toward the flat. He paused at the next building to take a look around. No one was paying that much attention to him from what he could see. He slipped back to his real destination and let himself in. Rafferty examined the lobby before crossing to the steps. He headed up to the apartment Fletcher was using as his base. He didn’t plan to stay there himself. He had a few places of his own around town, and he didn’t want to depend on a flat where the dogs might descend on him at a moment’s notice. He thought that getting a place across the hall from the original place would give him some kind of warning when the authorities arrived to take him in. Then he could sneak out the back and slink away into the night. He stepped out on the top floor and walked down to the flat. He looked along the corridor. Someone might be looking at him from their peepholes. He couldn’t do anything about that. He let himself inside the place with his key. He turned on the light. The wallpaper matched the corridor outside. The same color rug covered the floor. He thought he heard the sound of a refrigerator close by. He noted the front part of the place looked like any parlor anywhere. A small kitchen sat to his left. A closet formed a border that forced the kitchen space into a small L. Rafferty checked the closet. Nothing hung inside it. More importantly there wasn’t a body that could be blamed on him if someone suddenly wanted to have a look around. He found a small bathroom door on the other side of the kitchen space. He nodded at the small tub and the shower above it. It would make it easy to wash blood off his hands. Two bedrooms took up the last of the apartment. One was an actual sleeping area with a cabinet and closet for clothes. The other was an office with a desk and cork board for him to use. A picture of Mick Brown had already been posted on the board. He checked the desk and found files related to Brown and his minions. He checked the closet. Someone had hung a battledress uniform from the bar. A cloth face mask made from a small union jack hung from the hanger, laying on the collar of the shirt and jacket. A chest sat at the bottom of the closet. He opened that and found a pistol with bullets still in their boxes. At least Fletcher had already given him the basis for his disguise when he braced Brown. What was his next move? He decided that he needed to get some sleep. Tomorrow he would start on the witness and see what he could squeeze out of the man. Maybe he could get something the Crown could use for another case. If he could prove the man committed perjury, that might be enough to get him back on the force. He smiled. That was a dream that would never happen. The only way to get back on the force that way was to show Brown’s guilt over the radio. Only a public outcry would make the Home Office think about things and change its mind. If some of the ministers were in with Brown, he would never get his commission back. Rafferty decided that he should see if the place had some food laid in. Then he could think about reading the files and seeing where he could apply pressure. Wearing a mask should help him offer a believable threat. You weren’t threatening when the public knew there wasn’t really anything you could do if you wanted to keep your case intact. //156083
  12. I am going to place Ryu from Street Fighter as my first wacky neighbor. I am going to pull Shao tsung as my second wacky neighbor. CES
  13. What Have You Watched Recently?

    Watched Jumanji 2 It was really good. I also liked the solution to the game at the end CES
  14. I'm hooking Lana Lang with Beast Boy. CES
  15. The radio reported the number three in the DOJ quit to go to work for Wal-Mart. Cited reason? Donald Trump is making her job a hostile work environment CES