Humanity has risen!
Arcane
While Rachel waits in a room adjacent to yours, you two watch TV while you wait for Mr. Primrose to arrive.
Then, at exactly 8PM, someone knocks on the door.
You step up. You open.
You then have Brian Primrose face to face.
You now have time to study this odd individual a little more.
Some could say life hasn't been especially kind to him, in spite of him being one of the heirs to the richest family in New Brunswick.
Brian has an elongated face, glasses, greasy brown hair, acne, and overall a silly look.
Picture in your mind what you think a stereotypical "nerd" looks like, and Brian corresponds to it perfectly.
One starts to understand why he seems to have to resort to escort services. Which makes you almost want to pity him.
Almost.
He stares downward, sheepishly, like a child who has been caught misbehaving, sent to the principal's office.
Then he enters the room, looks at both you and Louis, smiles, and starts talking.
Brian: Hey guys, how's it going? (jiggles)
His laugh has to be seen to be believed. This man is a caricature on two legs.
Unbelievable. Such a goofy, nerdy, crass laugh. He sounds like Jim Carrey.
But nevertheless, he looks nervous. Very, very nervous.
Which you can use to your advantage.
Brian: Hey (jiggles)... you're not recording this meeting, are you?
Louis: No, we're not. You have our word. We're not trying to gather evidence to prosecute you anyway. Don't worry about that. We know your family has an army of lawyers, and we could never prove any misbehavior anyhow.
Brian: Ok, great! I feel more relaxed now! (jiggles)
(That unbearable laughter again... you feel a mix of pity, revulsion, and confusion... how is this man one of the VIPs of the elite of this province? And yet he is.)
Raphael: You looked... unusually uncomfortable when our friend Tiffany uttered two names earlier at lunch. Why is it so?
Brian: Why? I dunno... (jiggles)
(AH PLEASE STOP LAUGHING LIKE AN IDIOT. PLEASE. FOR THE LOVE OF GOD.)
Brian: But... guess what. I don't know anything about this... but... my friend does! Isn't that amazing? My friend has been involved in this sort of business! (jiggles)
(Brian sees that now it is the two of you that seem to become uncomfortable. That makes him stop laughing. Praise the heavens!)
Raphael: And how did this work. How did this friend come across this opportunity anyway?
Brian: How does any man gets around doing this anyway? Hmmm, maybe by having a penis? (jiggles)
(One of the most atrociously insufferable characters you've ever come across)
Raphael: I get the picture. Can you be a little more explicit about the steps he took to meet... some of these special ladies?
Brian: He just looked around online, and he found it.
Louis: And then I hear that at some point, he came across a... a very, very important, and special lady. Very elusive as well. How did that materialize?
Brian: Oh, that? (jiggles)
(Brian starts sweating. His laughter is starting to look more distressed. He hoped it wouldn't be that. He hoped that Tiffany was just bluffing earlier today. But now he sees you two know exactly what he has done. He knows he's stuck).
Brian: W... w... well... th... th... that's...
(He cannot end his phrases)
Louis: Obviously, you look very nervous. You can relax, this isn't an inquisition. And anyway, I have something for you.
Brian: What? (jiggles)
(You give him a cup of gynostemma, that you wanted to drink but didn't get to yet. You figure this can help.
Brian drinks it.)
After a few minutes...
Brian: I don't know what that is, but I don't feel as tense all of a sudden. Thank you.
Louis: It's gynostemma. Don't thank me.
Brian: Hmmm, gynostemma... I never heard of that. I'll have to look this up. It might be useful for meetings and stuff. (jiggles)
(His unpleasant laughter and cocky demeanor starts again. But then he gets to the point).
Brian: Weeeeelllll... my friend was a regular... of a certain organization... procuring girls over Atlantic Canada. Obviously, a wealthy type. So, at some point... the sort of boss of this organization, named Carlos... he said he had an opportunity. To sleep with a VIP. A very, very elusive VIP. For a price of $10000. Sooo... my friend, you know, is bored. He's looking for excitement. Money is no matter to him. So then he sees this opportunity... and then he... well... he seizes it! (jiggles)
Raphael: Ok, now we're getting to the point. How was HE brought to see the girl.
Brian: (jiggles) Well, he drove over to Truro. He went to a safehouse. Some girls and some members of this gang happened to be there. So was Carlos. He was told by Carlos to go to an empty field, that Carlos would join him back later. So he went, and waited. Then, Carlos came. Carlos put bandage over his eyes. Then drove my friend away, he doesn't know where. After 10 minutes or so, the car stopped. Carlos took the bandage off his eyes. Then my friend saw an RV. He didn't know where they were, but it was close to some woods. It looked like a desolate area.
And then, Carlos motioned him to go inside. He did... and there was the girl.
Raphael: The girl being... Patricia Campbell? The prime minister of PEI's daughter?
Brian: (jiggles) (jiggles)... well... well... no. It was Patricia Powell, her best friend!
(A collective facepalm ensues. This type doesn't look like a slick criminal mastermind. You can't wait for this interview to be over)
Brian: So we... he talked to her a little... and then, did the deed with her... after that, he gave her tip... then he left. And Carlos... Carlos used the same methods to bring him back to the empty field with his car. Then he went back home. And that was it.
Louis: Ok, thank you. And how did Patricia look? Was she under duress?
Brian: He told me that she didn't really look under duress. She smiled. She seemed like she enjoyed it. Although, my friend couldn't shake off the impression that she looked kind of numb. Which, my friend found sad. Anyway, that's all I know that can help you, from what I can gather.
Raphael: Ok, ok. And would you mind contacting Carlos again, to see if we can get someone to... eventually see Patricia?
Brian: Hell, no. I'm not co... I... I mean (jiggles)... I mean MY FRIEND is not going to want to cooperate with this. Plus, it's almost impossible. They only allow this opportunity to people who have patronized these girls for a really long time. They can sometimes make an exception, but only if the person is notorious and really wealthy, really has something to lose. Understandably, they're super paranoid about getting infiltrated or caught. Carlos, at least, is paranoid. I also talked to Ian a little. Ian... he's more like a brat. He's more trusting and naive. He's looking to make his mark and come off as a big man.
(Good thing that Carlos stays away, guarding Patricia and tending to other business, and that you've dealt with Ian. Carlos might have smelled something was fishy about you much more quickly. Ian is apparently desperate to make money and acquire status. You were a golden opportunity to him. At least, what's what he believes).
Louis: Ok... well, if you don't have anything else to tell us, I think you can go. Here's my number, if you have anything more to say. Can we have yours?
Brian: Sure. I feel better getting off my chest. What I di... I mean... I mean... what MY FRIEND did really weighted heavily on my conscience. I don't think that MY FRIEND wants to do it ever again. (jiggles)
(Oh Lord... he really is the most cringe-worthy human being on the planet. You're not sure people would want to talk to him if it wasn't for his money and his last name).
Brian: So... you promise this will not get out? My family is rich and powerful, you know.
Louis: We haven't read you your rights anyway. And we could never prove that you commited a crime. We just looked for information. We just ask the same of you. Speak of this to no one else. Because although we know that your family controls all newspapers in Atlantic Canada, and most of Atlantic Canada... as we say in French, "Les murs ont des oreilles."
Brian: Les what? Sorry, I was never good in French in high school. (jiggles). Anyway sure guys, you can contact me if you need me again. Now if you'll excuse me, I'll be on my way.
Brian leaves in good spirits. He seems relieved. Probably he thought that this would be exposed, or you were trying to arrest him, that his reputation would be ruined... and now he gets away with everything.
Louis: So Raphael, what do you think?
Raphael: Unfortunately, it doesn't look like we've learned anything that will allow us access to Carlos or to Patricia. Still, some of his information looks somewhat useful, I guess. I figured they were really paranoid about nobody finding out where Patricia is.
Louis: I think the same thing. Well, I don't think there's anything left to do here. We should go back to Moncton.
You go get Rachel, check out from the hotel (extremely early), and head back to the safehouse in Moncton.
Then, at exactly 8PM, someone knocks on the door.
You step up. You open.
You then have Brian Primrose face to face.
You now have time to study this odd individual a little more.
Some could say life hasn't been especially kind to him, in spite of him being one of the heirs to the richest family in New Brunswick.
Brian has an elongated face, glasses, greasy brown hair, acne, and overall a silly look.
Picture in your mind what you think a stereotypical "nerd" looks like, and Brian corresponds to it perfectly.
One starts to understand why he seems to have to resort to escort services. Which makes you almost want to pity him.
Almost.
He stares downward, sheepishly, like a child who has been caught misbehaving, sent to the principal's office.
Then he enters the room, looks at both you and Louis, smiles, and starts talking.
Brian: Hey guys, how's it going? (jiggles)
His laugh has to be seen to be believed. This man is a caricature on two legs.
Unbelievable. Such a goofy, nerdy, crass laugh. He sounds like Jim Carrey.
But nevertheless, he looks nervous. Very, very nervous.
Which you can use to your advantage.
Brian: Hey (jiggles)... you're not recording this meeting, are you?
Louis: No, we're not. You have our word. We're not trying to gather evidence to prosecute you anyway. Don't worry about that. We know your family has an army of lawyers, and we could never prove any misbehavior anyhow.
Brian: Ok, great! I feel more relaxed now! (jiggles)
(That unbearable laughter again... you feel a mix of pity, revulsion, and confusion... how is this man one of the VIPs of the elite of this province? And yet he is.)
Raphael: You looked... unusually uncomfortable when our friend Tiffany uttered two names earlier at lunch. Why is it so?
Brian: Why? I dunno... (jiggles)
(AH PLEASE STOP LAUGHING LIKE AN IDIOT. PLEASE. FOR THE LOVE OF GOD.)
Brian: But... guess what. I don't know anything about this... but... my friend does! Isn't that amazing? My friend has been involved in this sort of business! (jiggles)
(Brian sees that now it is the two of you that seem to become uncomfortable. That makes him stop laughing. Praise the heavens!)
Raphael: And how did this work. How did this friend come across this opportunity anyway?
Brian: How does any man gets around doing this anyway? Hmmm, maybe by having a penis? (jiggles)
(One of the most atrociously insufferable characters you've ever come across)
Raphael: I get the picture. Can you be a little more explicit about the steps he took to meet... some of these special ladies?
Brian: He just looked around online, and he found it.
Louis: And then I hear that at some point, he came across a... a very, very important, and special lady. Very elusive as well. How did that materialize?
Brian: Oh, that? (jiggles)
(Brian starts sweating. His laughter is starting to look more distressed. He hoped it wouldn't be that. He hoped that Tiffany was just bluffing earlier today. But now he sees you two know exactly what he has done. He knows he's stuck).
Brian: W... w... well... th... th... that's...
(He cannot end his phrases)
Louis: Obviously, you look very nervous. You can relax, this isn't an inquisition. And anyway, I have something for you.
Brian: What? (jiggles)
(You give him a cup of gynostemma, that you wanted to drink but didn't get to yet. You figure this can help.
Brian drinks it.)
After a few minutes...
Brian: I don't know what that is, but I don't feel as tense all of a sudden. Thank you.
Louis: It's gynostemma. Don't thank me.
Brian: Hmmm, gynostemma... I never heard of that. I'll have to look this up. It might be useful for meetings and stuff. (jiggles)
(His unpleasant laughter and cocky demeanor starts again. But then he gets to the point).
Brian: Weeeeelllll... my friend was a regular... of a certain organization... procuring girls over Atlantic Canada. Obviously, a wealthy type. So, at some point... the sort of boss of this organization, named Carlos... he said he had an opportunity. To sleep with a VIP. A very, very elusive VIP. For a price of $10000. Sooo... my friend, you know, is bored. He's looking for excitement. Money is no matter to him. So then he sees this opportunity... and then he... well... he seizes it! (jiggles)
Raphael: Ok, now we're getting to the point. How was HE brought to see the girl.
Brian: (jiggles) Well, he drove over to Truro. He went to a safehouse. Some girls and some members of this gang happened to be there. So was Carlos. He was told by Carlos to go to an empty field, that Carlos would join him back later. So he went, and waited. Then, Carlos came. Carlos put bandage over his eyes. Then drove my friend away, he doesn't know where. After 10 minutes or so, the car stopped. Carlos took the bandage off his eyes. Then my friend saw an RV. He didn't know where they were, but it was close to some woods. It looked like a desolate area.
And then, Carlos motioned him to go inside. He did... and there was the girl.
Raphael: The girl being... Patricia Campbell? The prime minister of PEI's daughter?
Brian: (jiggles) (jiggles)... well... well... no. It was Patricia Powell, her best friend!
(A collective facepalm ensues. This type doesn't look like a slick criminal mastermind. You can't wait for this interview to be over)
Brian: So we... he talked to her a little... and then, did the deed with her... after that, he gave her tip... then he left. And Carlos... Carlos used the same methods to bring him back to the empty field with his car. Then he went back home. And that was it.
Louis: Ok, thank you. And how did Patricia look? Was she under duress?
Brian: He told me that she didn't really look under duress. She smiled. She seemed like she enjoyed it. Although, my friend couldn't shake off the impression that she looked kind of numb. Which, my friend found sad. Anyway, that's all I know that can help you, from what I can gather.
Raphael: Ok, ok. And would you mind contacting Carlos again, to see if we can get someone to... eventually see Patricia?
Brian: Hell, no. I'm not co... I... I mean (jiggles)... I mean MY FRIEND is not going to want to cooperate with this. Plus, it's almost impossible. They only allow this opportunity to people who have patronized these girls for a really long time. They can sometimes make an exception, but only if the person is notorious and really wealthy, really has something to lose. Understandably, they're super paranoid about getting infiltrated or caught. Carlos, at least, is paranoid. I also talked to Ian a little. Ian... he's more like a brat. He's more trusting and naive. He's looking to make his mark and come off as a big man.
(Good thing that Carlos stays away, guarding Patricia and tending to other business, and that you've dealt with Ian. Carlos might have smelled something was fishy about you much more quickly. Ian is apparently desperate to make money and acquire status. You were a golden opportunity to him. At least, what's what he believes).
Louis: Ok... well, if you don't have anything else to tell us, I think you can go. Here's my number, if you have anything more to say. Can we have yours?
Brian: Sure. I feel better getting off my chest. What I di... I mean... I mean... what MY FRIEND did really weighted heavily on my conscience. I don't think that MY FRIEND wants to do it ever again. (jiggles)
(Oh Lord... he really is the most cringe-worthy human being on the planet. You're not sure people would want to talk to him if it wasn't for his money and his last name).
Brian: So... you promise this will not get out? My family is rich and powerful, you know.
Louis: We haven't read you your rights anyway. And we could never prove that you commited a crime. We just looked for information. We just ask the same of you. Speak of this to no one else. Because although we know that your family controls all newspapers in Atlantic Canada, and most of Atlantic Canada... as we say in French, "Les murs ont des oreilles."
Brian: Les what? Sorry, I was never good in French in high school. (jiggles). Anyway sure guys, you can contact me if you need me again. Now if you'll excuse me, I'll be on my way.
Brian leaves in good spirits. He seems relieved. Probably he thought that this would be exposed, or you were trying to arrest him, that his reputation would be ruined... and now he gets away with everything.
Louis: So Raphael, what do you think?
Raphael: Unfortunately, it doesn't look like we've learned anything that will allow us access to Carlos or to Patricia. Still, some of his information looks somewhat useful, I guess. I figured they were really paranoid about nobody finding out where Patricia is.
Louis: I think the same thing. Well, I don't think there's anything left to do here. We should go back to Moncton.
You go get Rachel, check out from the hotel (extremely early), and head back to the safehouse in Moncton.