The Nuln Chronicle

It was 05:30, 5.30am old money, my partner and I had spent a cold night sitting in the car waiting for a crime, any crime, it was proving to be a fruitless wait. I started the engine and pulled away from the kerb, in my rear view mirror I saw a municipal road sweeper flicking trash into its waiting maw. As I turned into Ebrington Street the squawk box let out that tinny scrunching noise that told me we were about to be given a crime to investigate.

Our pager tonight was Demetre, a greek goddess fallen on hard times. She had arrived through a pan dimensional door in downtown Plymouth in the United Kingdom, she was cold and naked and very confused. Her power had been greatly diminished but it appeared she retained enough to create clothing for herself, in using the power she sent small ripples through the ethreal, astral and Mutley plains I had been personally involved in her case from the moment the paranormal alarm bells started ringing at headquarters. She was a good girl really and perhaps the unfortunate man had deserved being turned into a Rhodudendron Bush, but in the middle of Ivor Pastry’s was a little too much. Anyway the investigation raised pasty sales 300% and, once she had been cleared of malicious magic casting, brought Demetre into our kooky outfit.

Perhaps at this point I should introduce myself, oh and my partner. My name is Omega, Sam Omega, of the Paranormal Investigations Bureau, Special Executive 10. I feel I should point out that the government department we work for does not exist. I say does not obviously we work for it so there is a payroll but you would be hard pressed to find it’s website or the minister in charge. The reason he would be hard to find is because he sleeps during the day and emerges at night from a lidded coffin in the basement of his London town house. Now don’t get this wrong he is not a vampire, SEX has proven time and again that they don’t exist, but he has been a little on the mad side since he was given the briefing about what and who SEX are.

This leads me on to my partner, Alfredo, she is a vampire, in the sense that she only works at night, she drinks the old red stuff and is very cold. However she is my partner and she has saved my life more than once. Alfredo was never mourned when she died, which was a shame as she was an actress of rare talent. If there had been moving pictures, or even still photography she may have been famous and safely out of his lordship, the Count’s, sharp and nasty clutches. Alfredo has never told me her real name and she has never tried to use her hypnotic powers on me indeed after she attempted to have me as a light supper and met the sharp end of my garlic soaked nightstick she has treated me as … well lets just say I am happy. The fear I engendered in her was a novelty to her and after she had been investigated and proved not to exist she was recruited as an operative with the Bureau.

It was quickly discovered that she could not work alone, a tendency to wander off for a bite or two, and that her partners tended to disappear usually a lunch date to many. Enter yours truly, I have been an agent with the Bureau for around 20 years and have wasted more paranormal Ghosties, Ghoulies, Long legged Beasties and things that go Chomp in the night than you can shake a garlic encrusted stake at. It only took ten minutes before she had offered to be my partner and sworn to obey orders issued. You may be asking what hold could I possibly have over one of the creatures of the dark well lets leave it that some secrets best remain that way. Actually I did have a little help from the afore mentioned Count, seems to me that these non exisistent vamps are every where. He came at my invitation and when he left Alfredo was a little more willing to cooperate with me on case loads.

So I now had a partner I neither needed nor wanted one but when you have a Vampire as a partner it does make you feel safer when you attempt to take down most any other paranormal creature. There are only two paranormal critters that frighten a vampire, a werewolf and … well this doesn’t get the story any further along. Now where was I … oh yes … my partner and I were on the late shift, we are always on the late shift for obvious reasons, Alfredo was beginning to enter torpor and I was thinking about having to carry her yet again to her basement flat. Then the Squawk box let rip and Demetre’s lush, warm and rather sexy voice came across stating that the alarm at Raleigh’s Fine Jewellery … my first instinct was to tell Demetre that this was a job for the local constabulary but she interrupted my thoughts by advising that the paranormal detectors had gone off at the same time. Instinct made me aware that I could not investigate and also that whatever was going on was a good chance for our rookies.

I told Demetre to send the general alert to our new intake let them handle it I was about to tackle carrying a very heavy but beautiful woman down three flights of steps and deposit her gently in a silk lined coffin without letting the neighbours see. I knew the new guys could handle this and I could get a couple of hours shut eye myself.

What set off the alarms?

Was a crime committed?

What is the paranormal activity?

You can investigate …

Agents Fuller and Shinobi report for briefing!

Agents Snow and Faye get down to Raleigh’s and see what information you can pick up.

Good luck agents

Command.