Thursday November 27th, 1947
Late in the evening Piotr gets a call from Timothy Vane, it seems that Vane wants to call in on his favor now, it can’t wait. Muttering about typical rude, inconsiderate underworld barons, thinking they own everyone, Piotr sets out to see what Vane wants. As he leaves his house he discovers that there is a Thick, Soupy Fog covering the city making it hard to see more than half a block in any direction.
When Piotr arrives Vane invites him to pull up a chair and pours him a drink. “I appreciate you coming to see me at such short notice, especially today.” He pauses a moment and continues, “Though I don’t suppose Thanksgiving means much to you like it does to me. Anyway, down to business I suppose, I’m sure you are anxious to get back to whatever story I pulled you from. You see I have a bit of a reporter problem. Now now, before you get all up in arms, it’s nothing like you are imagining. I don’t want a missing reporter, no no, you and I, we both want the same thing.” At this point Piotr can’t hold his tongue any more, “Oh yeah? Just what is that?” “Well, my reporter problem is quite simple, a young reporter has been snooping around and I like you to convince her stories lie somewhere else. It’s as simple as that, more than a fair trade I’d say. She stops poking her pretty little nose where it doesn’t belong and your debt is paid. On the other hand, I’d hate to think what would happen if some of my men caught her where she wasn’t supposed to be… " He sighs for a moment and almost seems to genuinely care. “I understand you’ve worked with Renate before so I’m sure you’ll have no trouble sorting it out before tomorrow evening."
Instead of taking the ‘easy way out’ and getting Renate Kraus to lay off Vane, Piotr enlisted the group’s help to work with her and figure out what he was up to. Word on the street is that Vane is preparing to make a big purchase, but no one knows what. After doing a bit of leg work and convincing Officer Drushal that, monetarily, it was in his best interest to tell them where Vane was keeping the cops out of they set out for a stake out. They didn’t have to wait too long, just as the sun was going down and the Thick, Soupy Fog rolled out again they could hear and finally see three large canvased trucks roll down the street. That, however, was as far as their luck went, as the trucks split and pulled up to three different buildings.