CYOA: Honeyman's quest

[Humanity has risen!]

If I were to guess where to hide Patricia, it'd be in a bordello on/somewhere close to Boulevard Wilfrid-Hamel. But other than that, it could be in any quiet residential area around Quebec city, from basse ville to Lévis.

I don't think arresting Ian right now is the right call; our job here is to find Patricia, not clean up the sleazy business in the Maritimes. We should have enough dirt to send him to jail at a later date, no? And I don't want to waste time on that while Snodgrass is driving off. (you know, I really though that he was innocent from our last interaction...)

You've got it! I think it was easy to guess, I mentioned it twice.

Although for the record, there are not really any brothels in this area. Brothels are illegal in Canada. There have been some that have been operated out of motels in that area, but they were dismantled a long time ago.

Around boulevard Wilfrid-Hamel, what you will find is sleazy motels and strip clubs, sometimes frequented by unsavoury elements, rather than establishments dedicated to prostitution. So, indeed, it sounds like an ideal place for him to stay at for a while with nobody noticing. In real life, it's an open secret that these motels are constantly used for prostitution and sex trafficking.

Not that there are no brothels in a city like Quebec, but they don't advertise themselves as such. They come in the form of massage parlours or something similar, and sexual services are never explicitly advertised.
It's the same thing for escort services that take outcalls for that matter, you don't pay for the sex, you pay for the "company" (and the sex itself "just happens"). As for places that take incalls they exist but they willl be either in the form of sleazy massage parlours, or in small, nondescript buildings that change frequently. These places are located in areas of town with more urban density where they aren't visible, and where many of their important customers such as politicians and businessmen hang out. They probably don't exist in L'Ancienne-Lorette on Wilfrid Hamel because it's basically a low-density suburb that happens to be close to the airport.

Of course, I learned all of this strictly for educational purposes.

 

[ERYFKRAD]

A then

 

[Humanity has risen!]

Your look of disapproval conveys that you prefer to hold on from arresting Ian for now. Ryan understands and seems to respects your wishes.

Ryan: Ian, we can't be sure whether or not the Moose are involved in this somehow. Maybe it's their way of retaliating against you. Maybe they got this crazy guy to do their bidding.
Ian: He's some politician out West apparently, and he paid without issue. I'm really shocked he did this. What a total psycho!
Julien: One of my guys believes this guy might be a serial killer of some sort. I don't know how he would have gotten involved with the Moose, but I guess it might always be possible.
Ryan: Maybe they gave him access to their best girls if he did this simple thing for them? Maybe they did it to throw us off balance? Well, my point Ian, is that I think it's always possible for it to be a prelude for something big. So, what I would advise you to do, is to lay low somewhere with your men. I and Julien will bring the girls in Quebec and keep them safe for a short while, and we will go get "that girl" back. We'll try to get this Ed dude to fess up to what he did.
Ian: Ok, I didn't think of it this way... but I can totally picture Dave losing his nerve after the fight from last time and losing Truro. It might be safer. He might be after all of us, including all the girls.
Ryan: Maybe the safehouse in Moncton?
Ian: Ok, I'll bring the guys there for the time being. We'll lay low and wait for news from you two.
Ryan: Julien, can we get to Quebec City tonight?
Julien: In fact I think we can. There's a flight leaving Halifax for Quebec City in two hours. We can make it if we leave immediately. But we have to make it fast, real fast.
Ian: Ok, let's move then.

You quickly drive to the safehouse and bring the girls in two separate cars. Ian warns his men, and all of them leave for Moncton.

In your car, there is Patricia, Ryan and the trio.

Ryan: Ian is so pathetic. He was so desperate and scared that he did exactly what we needed. He won't get his girls anymore. We'll bring them to Halifax. We'll leave Patricia and Kyle there with them. Hopefully, they can be convinced of testifying against him and his men. I can't wait until this rat is rotting in a jail cell. I will accompany you to Quebec City in case you need my help. We can bring the trio alongside us.
Julien: Ok... but most likely we won't be there in time. Maybe we can get useful information from Patricia... but it's all up to my friends, detectives Maxime Duchesne and Bruno Honeyman.

You pause on the road for a few minutes, texting Maxime to tell him that you think Snodgrass has a high chance of being in one of the motels on Boul. Wilfrid-Hamel.

Then you resume driving, hoping Duchesne and his new hotshot recruit Honeyman can find Snodgrass and get Patricia safely.

 

[Humanity has risen!]

Bruno: Hey Max, why are you so pale? You've been texting a lot. You stopped eating. Something's bugging you?

Max has invited you and Mylene at a Greek restaurant on Chemin Ste-Foy late tonight. He wanted to celebrate for you helping catch the data thief from Revenu Quebec, and successfully cooling things down in a very heated situation, leading to possibly saving a police officer's life.

Maxime: Bruno... I don't know how to tell you this... I have some really bad news for you.

Maxime explains everything to you. You are stunned. Snodgrass again? And he would have killed a man and kidnapped Patricia, the prime minister's daughter? And most of all, he is HERE?

Suddenly you flash back about an hour ago... you were disembarking from Max's car, in the parking lot of the Greek restaurant on Chemin Ste-Foy. Looking briefly on the other side of the road, towards a strip mall, in the parking lot, you saw a man who you thought that, for a split second, looked a lot like Ed Snodgrass. But you discarded this thought immediately. How could he be here? For what reason? It didn't make any sense at all.

Bruno: Maxime... I think I even saw him as we parked here. He was in the parking lot on the other side of the street, walking towards his car.
Maxime: Wow, great! Detective Marcoux thinks he might be around on Wilfrid-Hamel.
Bruno: Oh, the spot with all the shady motels? It would make sense. What more, remember what you told me the other day? If we take highway Duplessis right here... we'll arrive at the intersection with boul. Wilfrid-Hamel. Given that, how likely is it that Snodgrass went there just earlier?
Maxime: It seems real likely.
Bruno: So, you want to call the police?
Maxime: I can but I don't know... they would make a mess. They don't really have a highly trained and efficient SWAT team in this town. It's a city with very, very few crimes. I think they would send a lot of police officers and they would be really unsubtle. If Snodgrass notices that something is wrong, he's going to freak out... and he might hold Patricia hostage.
Bruno: He probably will when we get to him. So what, you want us to take him down ourselves?
Maxime: It might indeed be the best option.
Bruno: But do you have a good plan?
Maxime: Hold on, let me think... ok, I think I have it figured out.
(he turns towards Mylene, who looks panicked)
Maxime: Ok Mylene, we have to leave now. There's a girl we need to protect... and we need to finally get even with Snodgrass and nail him for good.
Mylene: Oh... ok... come back in one piece Bruno, alright? I'll just walk back to the hotel. I'll pray for you.

You and Maxime head towards his car. You quickly speed away. You drive to the other parking lot on the opposite side of the street, then go back to Chemin Ste-Foy. You then take an exit to the right to access Autoroute Duplessis.

Maxime drives very quickly. You rapidly arrive at the intersection with boul. Wilfrid-Hamel.

You decide that you and Maxime will head to the counter of every single one of these disgusting motels, until you find the one where Snodgrass in.

Most clerks seem shocked to see police visiting them. They fear initially it might be about trafficked girls, but then discover it is about identifying a recent customer.

After the sixth motel, located next to a strip club with a logo representing a nude woman... you get a different response.

Clerk: Oh him? He checked in like 45 minutes ago. He's in room 108.

Bingo! Finally!

Bruno: Was he accompanied by a girl?
Clerk: Yes, there was a girl with him, who mostly kept her head down.
Maxime: Ok miss. Please call the police now. We're going to need backup. This man is very, very dangerous. Don't tip off the other patrons, they might freak out. We'll keep everyone safe.
Clerk: Oh... ok...
Bruno: Give me a key card to his room.
Clerk: Well I'm not sure I...
Bruno: NOW!
Clerk: R-right sir...

Maxime makes a mental calculation. He looks at you. You nod approvingly. Maxime will head behind his room. He will let you interrupt Snodgrass. He presumes that since you know him best, you're the most likely person that he will want to converse with. He will give you a few minutes to talk with him, so he can get distracted and let his guard down a little.

After the delay has elapsed, he will start shooting blanks. This will started Snodgrass. Then, you can take advantage of the confusion to attack Snodgrass and get Patricia away.

This is it. Detective Marcoux's efforts have all led to this. You don't want to let him down. You want Patricia to be safe.

You walk silently rowards room 108...

You insert the key card in...

You take your gun, and quickly push the door open...

Inside, you see Snodgrass pressed against a girl on the bed who quickly turns towards you. He looks shocked, but only for a second. He then starts smiling.

Ed: Bruno, man, what the f*** are you doing here? Have you been stalking me? Glad to see you again man!

 

[Humanity has risen!]

Snodgrass looks exhausted, unstable and crazed. He hasn't slept in a very long while from the looks of it.

The girl then turns her head towards you. A girl with mousy looks and long black hair who looks equally exhausted, with semi-dead eyes. In spite of her sad appeareance, you recognize her! It's Patricia Campbell! At last, you and Louis are not chasing a ghost anymore. She's right there!

Patricia: Careful with this man, he's totally crazy! He killed someone in cold blood with a knife!
Snodgrass: SHUT UP YOU B****!

He slaps her... and then gets a knife out of his pocket.

Snodgrass: Put that gun down Bruno. Or else, the lady gets it. I don't give a flying f*** anymore. I know I'm going to hell. But if you make one bad move, I'm taking Patricia with me!

You put the gun down... you're surprised that Snodgrass is being so crass and rude. That really isn't his usual manner of speech. It's pretty strange.

You study his features more carefully... hey, wait a minute! That doesn't look EXACTLY like Snodgrass, although it is really close.

Bruno: Y... you're not Ed Snodgrass, aren't you?
Man: Hahaha, someone finally figured it out. You're the one who figured it out! After you blew it in Edmonton and you let Mary die!
Bruno: W... what comes? You're the one who killed Mary that night?
Man: She saw me! She was about to tell on me! I wanted to kill and rape that disgusting bulldyke but she fought me off! She was pursuing me! What a feisty b****! I've been stalking the lot of you in Edmonton, you know. I know what you said to Snodgrass that other night in the snowy path.

The man, whoever he is, seems to greatly enjoy seeing you puzzled.

Man: I hate that f****** prick Snodgrass after what he did to my family. Only one night, after I saw some whore, she kept telling me how much I looked like him if I only grew a stache. She had him as a customer, and told me about his pathetic hobby of buying used panties from girls. It then gave me the idea... I could easily pass as him if I wanted. And get revenge on these stupid whores. And pin it all on him, so the insufferable bastard gets just what he deserves. That b**** was the first whore I killed. I slit her throat. Boy it felt great! I liked it!

(So... he really isn't Snodgrass. So that means... Ed Snodgrass was innocent this whole time! He had nothing to do with the deaths of these girls! Although you wonder what exactly made this man hate Snodgrass so much).

Bruno: So you killed Beatrice... and Mary... and God knows how many more.
Man: Guilty as charged! Except that dumb squaw who escaped through some sheer stroke of luck. I hope she's dead of a drug overdose by now! Stupid good-for-nothing whore. She probably is. I'd spit on her grave! I killed a lot of these stupid whores, and guess what? I could keep doing it over and over again, because the police doesn't give a s***! Nobody cares if they live or die! Because guess what? Because they're worthless WHORES!

Patricia looks extremely panicked, like she's about to faint. Who wouldn't be in her situation? The Snodgrass imposter is looking and sounding more demented by the minute.

Man: I made sure our friend Patricia had a really, really good time too. Right Pat...

At this point, you hear BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! And screams coming from surrounding rooms. The man turns his head away in confusion, wondering where this noise is coming from.

Max's signal! You have to make a move now!

A) Attack the man with your best moves!
B) Try to take Patricia away immediately!
C) Focus on taking away his knife!

baud ERYFKRAD Nevill hello friend Lithium Flower

 

[ERYFKRAD]

B

 

[baud]

in a city like Quebec, but they don't advertise themselves as such. They come in the form of massage parlours or something similar, and sexual services are never explicitly advertised.

it's the same in France, since prostitution is explicitly forbidden.

B

 

[Humanity has risen!]

Your utmost priority in your mind is getting Patricia away from that creeps. Indeed, Marcoux and the other officers worked tirelessly for weeks to find her. And she has been trafficked for a year. All that, just to be killed by some demented creep? You will NOT let that happen. NO WAY!

Immediately, as the creep looks around, you jump on Patricia to draw her out. Unfortunately, she immediately takes refuge in your arms, looking at you desperately. Her dead eyes tell you "Take me away from him! Never let got of me!"

As she clings to you, she does it too hard. She's been treated like a slave, an animal for a year. She now sees a chance for it to end. What other woman wouldn't do the same thing in your place?

And so, the both of you stumble on the ground.

The creep turns around. This is not good! With Patricia on top of you, you struggle to pull away. You go backwards a little, pressing against the wall.

The creep is much faster. He quickly draws his blade. He runs up to you.

Creep: I'm going to send both you and your knight in shining armor to hell forever, you worthless whore!

POW! POW!

He cannot move anymore. He crumbles on the ground.

You and Patricia look to your left. You see Maxime through the open door! His gun fuming, he yells:

Maxime: Not so fast Snodgrass!
Creep: F*** you! F*** you! Go to hell!

Finally, you stand up and leave the room. The creep remains on the floor, too wounded to move.

Bruno: I have to call an ambulance. We need to squeeze him for all he's worth. He needs to fess up for every single one of these poor girls he killed.
Maxime: It's pretty amazing right? Guess Snodgrass couldn't resist the thought of keeping an high-class girl all for himself.
Bruno: By the way, it's not Snodgrass. I still don't understand everything. I'll have to contact Tim Bourne at the Edmonton Enquirer. But apparently, someone who really hated his guts and looked very similar to him, has been trying to pass as him for a long time, to rape and kill random prostitutes and destitute girls with impunity.
Maxime: Wow, that's so twisted!

As you speak, you see police officers from the SPVQ rushing towards the room. As expected, they are not being subtle about it, which seems to confirm Max's instincts.

Officer: Qu'est-ce qui se passe?
Maxime: On est avec les services secrets. On a récupéré la femme kidnappée. On préférerait que son identité reste secrète, c'est la fille d'un premier ministre. Sinon, on préfère vous donner le crédit pour l'arrestation.

(Apparently, Maxime is talking about the both of you being part of the secret service and rescuing the girl. That's all you can understand.)

Maxime: Oh sorry Bruno, I forgot about you. Anyhow boys, as I said, please claim credit for this. Call an ambulance and make sure he remains alive. This man is probably a serial killer wanted in Edmonton for numerous unsolved murders. Make sure there are at least two police officers guarding his room at all times. I'll contact the Gendarmerie royale in Edmonton to help them with the extradition.
Officer: Oh... ok...

At this point, one of the officers points at you.

Officer 2: Hey, c'est lui! À la Place Laurier aujourd'hui! C'est qui lui, un superhéros?

(Apparently, they recognized you from the operation earlier today, and wonder who you are... well, you think)

Bruno: Sorry, we don't have time for this. We'll accompany Ms. Campbell to the hospital.
Maxime: Yeah, I prefer to leave before the tabloid journos arrive. Keep them busy and you can claim credit. And watch our *friend* in this room.

As the three of you leave, the creep is still swearing in the hotel room. He won't harm Patricia anymore now. You don't want anyone harming her.

Bruno: Ms. Campbell, are you going to be fine?
Patricia: I don't know... I guess... sorry, I feel pretty numb.
Bruno: I get it. We'll get you to the hospital to be taken care of. Then as soon as possible, we'll get you to Charlottetown, where you belong.
Patricia. I prefer Halifax. Although honestly, I don't think I'll stay there forever. I'll probably want to move far away, you know. To bury the past. Probably Toronto.

And... thank you.

She smiles at you. You hold her hand.

Bruno: You're a strong girl. You've endured through a year of torment and despair. You'll make it. You'll get your normal life back. This isn't over, Ms. Campbell.
Patricia: You can call me Patricia.

She smiles again.

Then, you tell yourself you really need to contact Timothy. Who is this man exactly? He's best placed to find out. Plus, he's about to get a big scoop, and he'll undoubtedly appreciate.

You call him as Maxime drives on autoroute Duplessis, heading towards the CHUL hospital.

 

[Humanity has risen!]

Tim: Hello?
Bruno: Tim? It's Bruno Honeyman. We think we caught Beatrice's and Mary's killer.
Tim: Oh really? Wow! Unbelievable!
Bruno: I will give you exclusive details if you help me with something.
Tim: Sure, anything!
Bruno: We thought it was Snodgrass, but it's not... it's someone from around Edmonton we believe, who looks a lot like him, and has held a deep grudge against him. This guy's totally nuts. He was passing as him basically as a cover to commit crimes.
Tim: You're kidding, right? You're not? That's the story of the year right there for me! A belated Christmas gift from you! I suppose you want my help to find out who he is, or more about him?
Bruno: Exactly.
Tim: I'll do it, but it's late. Give me until tomorrow, I need more time.
Bruno: Great, I'll await your call.

Then, you send a message to detective Marcoux. You're not sure if he is coming here. You want to tell him that Patricia is safe now, and his kidnapper has been apprehended. You're going to the CHUL to accompany Patricia, so if he's coming tonight, he can try meeting you there. If not, you'll be at your room at the Bonne Entente the next day.

Bruno: Max, I don't think CHUL is an English hospital, right? Isn't there an English hospital for Patricia? That would suit her better.
Max: Well there is, there's Jeffery Hale hospital. It's farther along on Chemin Ste-Foy. However, their ER department has been closed for a while as far as I know. I think CHUL should be able to talk to her in English. Well, at least some of the staff.
Patricia: Je parle bien le français. I speak it fairly well I think. My father insisted on it.
Bruno: Well, that solves it.

You arrive in the parking lot for CHUL. You three go to the ER.

Unfortunately, they seem to want to make you wait around like everyone else. They do not get the emergency of the situation. Ah, Canadian healthcare. How pleasant.

After a lot of arguing, and what you believe are a few colorful cuss words, they finally agree to give her a room and have her seen by a doctor.

Patricia: You won't leave me alone, right?
Bruno: No we won't. We'll be your personal guard for a while.
Patricia: Thank you. I feel so dirty. I don't know if it can ever wash off.
Bruno: I had a friend who thought the same as you. She has a good life now.
Patricia: Oh really?
Bruno: In fact, you want me to call her and have her talk to you?
Patricia: If it's not too much to ask... I'd sure appreciate.

As so you call your friend Sonia. How is the gang doing, by the way? You've been really distracted by all the drama that has happened as of late.

Sonia: Hi, Bruno? Is it you?
Bruno: Hey Sonia, we should catch up sometimes. I'm a little bit in a hurry right now. But everything is going well with Steven and the others?
Sonia: Yes, he's even started accompanying me to church a little. He gives lessons in his dojo, and Jovencio and James have joined as students. Julian is doing well, although he seems busy with work and we haven't heard much from him as of late. And the Vagrants have well integrated into the church. They have their own service in the afternoon. Most of them have found jobs locally.
Bruno: Sonia... we rescued a girl that was in a similar situation to yours. She was trafficked. She's pretty shaken up. I think you could give her a few words of comfort.
Sonia: Oh sure! I'll gladly speak to her!

You give your phone over to Patricia. You and Maxime leave the room, and stand guard over it. After 30 minutes, Patricia summons you back.

Patricia: Thank you, that really helped. Sonia is a good person. She's been through a lot, like me. I understand that you also came to her aid.
Bruno: Yes, like I told her, she pulled through.
Patricia: I promised her I would keep in touch.

You nod approvingly.

Then, you hear the door knocking. Maxime goes to open.

Maxime: Oh, Louis! You came!
Louis: Hi Max, good to see you again. I'm so glad to know Patricia is finally safe.
Maxime: And this is?
Louis: Meet detective Ryan Glick. He helped with the operation to get to Patricia.
Maxime: And there's someone I want you to meet. The man of the hour. Bruno? Will you come here?

You head towards the door. Yo go through it. You then turn to your right, and you see a man with red curly hair. And to your right, is a tall, well built man with black hair, smiling at you, who looks trustworthy and well-meaning. You presume that the latter one is detective Marcoux. You suspicion is confirmed when he extends his hand to you.

Louis: I finally get to meet you. Max told me all about your exploits. They're almost legendary. And you've done it again.
Bruno: I am humbled, Mr. Marcoux. I really have no merit. I just did what I would want done for myself.
Louis: I recognize the Christian ethic Maxime told me about. Good, I guess.
Bruno: Anyway, Patricia is here. We got her away from the creep who attacked her.

You then extend your hand to detective Glick.

Ryan: Pleased to meet you Honeyman. I have to tell you, Marcoux has been no slouch himself. He did everything he could to get to Patricia. Even putting himself through a grueling wrestling match. You can even see it online!
Bruno: Oh wow! I have to see that!
Louis: I'm like you. I prefer not to let anything get over my head. Anyway, I'm not going to stay here for much longer. We have some business to do back in Atlantic Canada. But we'll meet again Mr. Honeyman. I'm impatient to make your acquaintance.
Bruno: Same for me.
Louis: Could I just have a few words with Patricia?
Maxime: I don't see anything wrong with it. Go in.

Louis heads into the room, nervously. He's never seen Patricia before, the girl he tried so ardently to find. In the end, he wasn't much help. Or was he? His efforts did set things in motion that eventually led us here.

Finally, he stares at the girl with black long hair he's been searching for so long. She looks to him.

Patricia: Yes, who are you?
Louis: I'm detective Louis Marcoux. I worked in the Maritimes a lot to find you. In the end, I didn't do it. You were a pretty hard girl to find.
Patricia: Oh, so you were at the heart of the operation to find me? I'm so grateful you did all this for me. I want to know... I wasn't really allowed to see them, but how are the other girls that the Rascals kept?
Louis: We got them away from them. I think they will be safe. I hope to arrest them soon. We should have enough evidence. They need to get off the streets and remain behind bars for a while, for what they've done.
Patricia: That's good. Thank you, Detective Marcoux.
Louis: So will you get back to Charlottetown soon? Maybe you could pursue your treatment there.
Patricia: I don't know... I prefer to stay away... You understand, I feel so much shame after all that happens. Even though rationally, none of it was my fault. I'll probably just stay in Halifax for a while. Then eventually, study far away from the Maritimes.
Louis: I understand. Well, I will let you rest now. Good luck Patricia. Farewell.

Louis then leave the room. He approaches Ryan. The two of them move away to discuss.

Louis: Ryan... I want to go back to Halifax tomorrow. I'm impatient to arrest Ian and the rest of the Rascals. Rachel will never feel safe so long as they're around.
Ryan: I agree. I want to be done with this. Maybe this can be your final act before you go back to Quebec. Let's leave tomorrow, and arrest them all.

Louis nods. He then greets everyone, and they leave.

Louis: We're going to get a hotel room close to the airport, and be on our way as soon as possible.

As this happens, the doctor finally comes. He enters the room to examine Patricia.

He is soon followed by two police officers from the SPVQ.

Officer 1: Voulez-vous qu'on vous remplace? Allez passer une bonne nuit de sommeil.
Maxime: En anglais SVP.
Officer: Oh sorry. Anyway, we've come to replace you, so you two can go back to sleep. We already contacted the PM's office in Charlottetown, but we haven't heard back.
Maxime: Just so you know... she's a little shy of going back to her father right away.
Officer: Ok. Well, can't hurt to tell them the news. Oh, and we won't say this to Patricia... but the creep is here too. We don't know who he is yet.
Bruno: So we haven't found out his name?
Officer 2: No. He's in bad shape due to the shots, but no vital organs were touched, so he'll recuperate. We asked him to identify himself, but he said he was Mr. F*** You. So we didn't have much luck.

After that, Maxime drives you back to the Bonne Entente. You forgot to even contact Mylene, with all that happened. She was waiting for you in the room. She was worried sick. She sheds tears when you finally enter. You fall asleep in each other's arms.

 

[Humanity has risen!]

You wake up in your hotel in L'Ancienne-Lorette the next morning. You wake Ryan up in his room. Then you two have breakfast in a nearby restaurant, discussing what you will do. Later in the morning, your plane leaves Jean-Lesage airport for Halifax.

You head to the Atlantic Gateway hotel (where Raphael was "guarding" the girls that were rescued). You then contact Patricia. All of you head to the RCMP police station in downtown Halifax. René says he will contact the RCMP in Moncton. You, Ryan, Raphael, Patricia, and Kyle will all drive there. With the police in Moncton, you will raid the safehouse where Ian and his gang are in hiding.

As you drive towards Moncton, all of you look very determined. Finally, Ian is going to lose his smug grin. His gang of shameful traffickers will go right where they belong.

You meet with the RCMP in Moncton, and convene on a strategy.

Then, it's showtime. You all drive towards the safehouse that you used during the operation, located on a remote residential road.

All the officers get off the car, you leading them. You them give them the signal. You have the key, so you unlock the door. You push it open. You barge in, with Ryan and Kyle next to you.

Louis: EVERYONE FREEZE! YOU'RE DONE IAN!

...and the images you see in the safehouse will scar your mind forever.

 

[Humanity has risen!]

What's this? What happened here?

No one can comprehend.

But, to say it's not pretty is an understatement. It's a total pandemonium.

Everything is messy. And there is blood everywhere!

You look on the nearby couch, and you see Ian. He has gunshot wounds, and he has been wounded horribly with what appears to be a blunt weapon.

An expression of sheer terror is still visible on his formerly smug face.

His other men, scattered in the living room and in the adjacent rooms, are in a similar state. All of them are dead with multiple gunshot wounds, and most of them look like they were tortured.

Who could have done this?

What's going on? It's a bloodbath!

As the police officers stand horrified around you exploring the rest of the house, you start thinking of something.

You've spent weeks wishing Ian would get his just dessert.

You've despised him so many times.

But despite all of it, he was still so young.

You saw him for the abuser he was.

But you never considered how you would view him if he was a cousin or a little brother who got off to a bad start and chose a life of crime. How will his relatives feel? The truth is that even he didn't deserve this. Nobody did.

It takes a lot for all the officers in the house to process their shock and grief.

The house is closed as a crime scene and a forensic team is called in from Halifax.

After that, it goes quickly. A witness testifies to seeing Dave getting off a car late last night and heading towards the house with other people.

On top of that, after initial news spreads on TV and on the Internet, people call the police to report Dave's threats against the Rascals at the recent wrestling match.

Using this, the police uses this to get a search warrant for his house. There, they find a few pieces of evidence, such as a shoe with a bit of blood on it, and in a trash can, a hammer.

The other Moose that can be identified and had no alibi are quickly arrested and interrogated agressively. After hours of interrogation, one of them confesses to the crime.

So it seems at first sight like a cut and dry case: Dave retaliated against Ian and his men for having made him lose face at the wrestling match, and made good on his threat. Apparently, it would explain the horrible state Ian and the others were found in.

 

[Humanity has risen!]

But the more you think about it... the more it doesn't make sense.

First, you receive a call from Paul.

Paul: Louis... I know who you are now. You were law enforcement all along. I don't resent you. I think it's tragic what happened. I'm sorry for the behavior of my cousin. But let me tell you this: he doesn't have it in him to kill everyone in the other gang. That makes no sense. I absolutely refuse to believe it. My cousin is a criminal... but not a butcher! I didn't want to accept it before, but I finally faced reality that he is a despicable criminal. However, it would be a terrible injustice if he goes to jail for life for something he didn't do. He can pay for what he actually did, sure. But not this! Not this carnage!
Louis: I get you Paul. I'm having my doubts as well. It's too convenient. Something doesn't add up. Oh, I know this is no consolation... but I'm grateful for the fight. That was epic.
Paul: That was epic for sure. The stuff dreams are made of. I know you're SQ, there's probably not much you can do here anymore. But just give it your best. You're the only one I trust.
Louis: Ok. I'll give it my best before I leave.
Paul: Oh and you know what? My job fired me! Just because they're scared of my association with Dave! Well, no big loss. I have an uncle in Montreal who owns a warehouse. I called him and he welcomed me in immediately. So, I guess this means we can see each other more. Maybe we can organize another wrestling match in one of your local leagues?
Louis: Good idea. It can probably be done. Well, I'll keep you updated Paul.

After you end the call... you start thinking about Ryan.

You find his recent behavior... extremely suspicious.

He used to almost never interact with you... until you got close to Patricia and started chasing after her.

What's more... he directed Ian to go to the safehouse in Moncton and to hide there with his men... as if he wanted to gather them all in one place. You find this thought particularly disturbing.

And why did he insist to come with you in Quebec City? It's as if he wanted an alibi... for something he KNEW would happen that night.

It's just too convenient. And why would Dave leave one of the crucial weapons on the crime in his own trash can? Even the dumbest criminal would not do that.

Sure there was a witness who saw him nearby... but what if someone bribed him?

No... something very shady is going on... Ryan was not the killer... but somehow, he coordinated things to make it happen.

That would probably be why he wanted to know if you intended to arrest Ian immediately... he wanted control of Ian and his men so a dirty deed could be done?

You gather Raphael, Kyle and Patricia. You all go eat in a restaurant in downtown Halifax. You tell them of the horrible conclusion you came to. They're all shocked.

Patricia: But... but... that's horrible!
Kyle: Why would Ryan do this? He always came off as a good cop.
Louis: I think someone wanted this to happen... and I suspect Commander Arsenault in involved. I think someone high up wanted to silence these men for good. Now, there are two choices... it's either some bigwig who slept with the Rascals' girls and doesn't want his name to come up. Surely, Patricia will never want to testify or have her name brought up publicly, because it would affect the rest of her life. Or... the Rascals were killed by someone who really wanted them to suffer. Which option looks more likely to you?
Raphael: Hmmmm... I go for option two. I don't believe someone like Primrose would have done this. The house was an absolute carnage. Someone wanted these guys to suffer terrible pain. It's just way too much. So that leaves...
Patricia: You don't actually mean... Prime Minister Campbell?
Kyle: But that's impossible! He's such a mousy, mild-mannered man!
Louis: And yet... Patricia doesn't want to go back to him. She wants to stay away from Charlottetown. She says it's because she feels too ashamed... but what if the mild-mannered Prime Minister of PEI was anything but behind closed doors?
Patricia:I... I don't know what to say. It's horrible...
Raphael: I agree with you. This thing stinks! I think Campbell must have been in cahoots with Arsenault.
Louis: I also remember that Arsenault wanted to be updated when I got closer to finding Patricia... he seldom asked me for information before... then he pressed me to find her quickly. It could be because... he was pressed by Prime Minister Campbell to do it. Then when they got confirmation that they lost Patricia... Campbell wanted to enact revenge on his daughter's tormenters.

All of you remain silent for minutes. What more can be said after all this? The implications are terrible.

Raphael: There's only one way to know for sure. We all go to the police station right now. And we confront Glick and Arsenault. They have some explaining to do! Who's with me?

Everyone is with Raphael, it turns out. With renewed destination, the four of you walk towards the nearby police station...

 

[Humanity has risen!]

You push the door open, slamming it.

The four of you come barging in.

Everyone looks at you stunned. The air in the room is suddenly very heavy. You're here for serious business.

Police: Hey, everything's allright Marcoux?

Raphael: Get the f*** out of our way. NOW!

Police: Ok, ok.... losen up...

All of you march towards René Arsenault's office.

You smash the door open.

René is discussing something to Ryan, who sits in front of him.

René: Ah, congratulations detective Marcoux... sorry for the tragic events you went through... but you did splendid work.
Louis: You're done, you and Ryan. The four of us now KNOW what you've been up to. Ryan... you did this on purpose! You gathered Ian and his men in one place so they would be sitting ducks for whoever killed them! And you Arsenault... you've coordinated things with Campbell from the beginning. You've executed his commands with another party that I don't know. Both you and Ryan set everything in place so they could be tortured and murdered last night! You've acted as Campbell's puppets!

They both become very pale. They remain silent for 30 seconds.

Ryan: Are you out of your mind Louis? What kind of nutty conspiracy is this?
René: What more, we have found evidence. We have Dave's threats at the wrestling match, that numerous people can attest to. We have a confession.
Raphael: Yeah, we have a murder weapon that was left IN DAVE'S TRASH CAN. Don't you see something that makes no sense with that? And it's easy to make anyone confess to anything after intimidating them for hours relentlessly.
Ryan: What do you care about them anyway? These scumbags deserve nothing. They enslaved innocent girls to make money! We're now rid of both the Rascals and the Moose! I say it's a win-win situation!
René: Detectives Marcoux and Jolicoeur... I thank you for your efforts. But as of now, you are no longer deputized. You no longer have any right to act as law enforcement on our territory. And if you keep repeating this nonsense, I'll have you both expelled from this office. If you attempt to act as police officers again on our territory, I'll have you both arrested. You two are no longer needed. Now LEAVE!

Jolicoeur is pissed!

Raphael: Mange de la calisse de marde Arsenault! Tes preuves, c'est de la merde! T'es un meurtrier! T'as pas honte! Pourquoi t'es si défensif? On sait ce que t'as fait, toi et ton laquet Ryan. On va finir par le prouver! Ton tour va venir!
René: Dehors. DEHORS! MAINTENANT!

Kyle: That's it. I lost all trust in you, Arsenault. And to think I admired you. There's only one reason why you're acting crazy defensive: I KNOW you're in it deep. I don't want to serve under you anymore. I'm resigning as of now!
Patricia: Same for me! Shame on you René! And shame on you, Ryan! How can the both of you manage to sleep at night after what you did!

The four of you leave the station in disgust, vowing to never return.

You all head back to your hotel room.

What can you do? There's not much. Nobody is going to want to cross Arsenault. Who would investigate? If anything, law enforcement and the media would be glad that two gangs of dangerous sex traffickers are now out of commission. You come to the sad conclusion that you are powerless.

You call Maxime and tell him about what happened. He is shocked... but quickly tell you that their loss is his gain. He offers Kyle and Patricia to come work for the secret service in Ottawa. They gladly accept. They are disgusted that they ever were a part of the RCMP in Halifax. And they both proved their worth. You are certain that they will make good allies for Maxime and Bruno.

Raphael has had a little too much and wants to go back to Quebec City for now.

And you? There's something you intend to do before you go back to Nicolet. Before you get Rachel back to her hometown, to her father.

You want to confront Campbell. Someone has to!

 

[Humanity has risen!]

You use the trick you recently learned from Raphael. You call the PM's office in Charlottetown, pretending to be a businessman from Montreal looking to have a meeting with Campbell. Using this, you learn that tonight, Campbell will be attending a junior hockey game in Charlottetown. By sheer coincidence, they will play against the Fortresses, the Quebec City team.

You drive to Charlottetown, and get a room there. You attend the hockey game that night.

There's not much of a crowd. You can see Campbell with his wife and two security guards behind the goalie for the Charlottetown team.

You stare at him and smile. He sees you. He waves at you. He acts as if nothing had happened.

After the game, as he leaves the arena, you catch up to him. His guards and his wife look at you suspiciously.

Joseph: Detective Marcoux! Fancy meeting you here! You more than delivered. Me and my wife will be forever in your debt, we now know Patricia is safe. Commander Arsenault told me all about what happened. And I'm sorry for the sordid scene you had to witness.
Louis: I know what happened, Prime Minister Campbell. With all due respect, I don't understand how you can sleep at night. I understand the terror you must have felt at losing Patricia for so long. I have children myself. But I know what you've done.... and that's just NOT right!
Joseph: Ça va, mon pauvre ami? Vous êtes probablement très fatigué et troublé après une enquête si compliquée et si tordue.

(You suspect that Campbell is speaking to you in French in the hope that the others around him do not understand what you're discussing. You're not letting him get away so easily!)

Louis: I can't prove it without a doubt. But when I saw the look on Arsenault and Glick's faces... I KNEW something was very wrong. Only one person could have had them cooperate in such a way... it's you!
Guard: Ok that's enough, you weirdo. Beat it. Will you do it calmly, or do we have to drag your ass away?
Joseph: Easy, easy... I have great respect for detective Marcoux. I'll forever be grateful to him for giving me my daughter back. Please understand him. The things he was exposed to... it would drive anyone crazy. We'll just be on our way and let him enjoy some well-deserved rest.

He smiles at you.

Joseph: Thank you again Louis. We can talk again when you come back to your senses. You can come and have tea with us.

With that, he leaves.

But just when he is leaving farther away... he turns to you... and looks at you... with an ice-cold, hateful stare.

Is the mask slipping?

There is nothing more you can do now. You leave the arena and walk back towards your hotel.

Just as you do, you see a man running towards you.

Reporter: Hey, I listened in on your conversation with Premier Campbell. What was that all about? Why the animosity? Sound intriguing.
Louis: Well, I don't know... I can't prove it without a shadow of a doubt yet... if I speak to you, it's off the record only. You're not publishing any of it. Alright?
Reporter: Sure, sure. My name's Carl. I work for the Charlottetown Observer. I'll hear what you have to say. And not repeat a word of it unless you agree.

He invites you to a nearby restaurant. You tell him everything that happened.

Carl: What an incredible saga. I agree with you. Sometimes, we must not jump to conclusion... but these creepy killings are very strange. Something doesn't add up. Who would have wanted them killed with such violent rage? I only see one... and it's Campbell.
Louis: But does he have it in him to do it? It seems incredible. He's just a little man with glasses. A stereotype of what a typical English Canadian looks to us Quebecers. Although... if someone kidnapped my daughter... God knows what I'd be ready to do.
Carl: I can't make any promises... but I'll try to dig up more info. We can keep in touch if you want.
Louis: Sure... I suppose you're part of the Primrose group?
Carl: Haha no... the Observer is about the only newspaper in Atlantic Canada not owned by these jerks.
Louis: I met Brian Primrose through my investigations... what a clown.
Carl: Indeed, he's so loathsome. He has a stupid laugh too. I hate that prick.

After that, you thank him.

You lost much of your faith in humanity tonight. You calmly walk back towards downtown Charlottetown. You look around you, amused at the red soil present on Prince Edward Island.

As you continue walking, an old man looks at you and sees you are distressed.

Old man: Welcome to Charlottetown, stranger! Is everything alright?
Louis: Thank you sir. To tell you the truth... I've lived through something really bad recently.
Old man: Oh, that's too bad. Sorry I can't help you. But maybe you can walk around town a little before you come back home. This place has a lot of history to it. I'm always glad to see tourists coming to see us. I'm sure while you're staying here, everyone will do their best to help you.
Louis: Thank you. I needed to hear that. Not everything should be doom and gloom.
Old man: There's always hope. God is always watching over us. I don't know what problems you have... but I'll be praying for you. Have more faith, son.

What a friendly old man. You thank him, and keep walking towards the hotel.

You decide, like he suggested, to walk around downtown. You go to the port. You stare at the bay at night. It calms you. This city is where the confederation began.

Then you finally head back to your hotel.

You try to sleep, but can't. To pass time and change your mind. You start watching videos on the Internet.

You start watching documentaries...

And then, in a documentary about a cult...

Louis: Hey wait, where have I seen those pictures before? That's it! Those are the men from the pictures Louis gave me! I FOUND THEM! So THIS is the cult the Skull Riders are teaming up with? I have to warn Max and Bruno about it!

 

[Humanity has risen!]

END OF CHAPTER 3

Chapter 4 starting very shortly

 

[Humanity has risen!]

CHAPTER 4

L'Ordre du Temple Solaire. The Order of the Solar Temple.

You don't know why or how exactly... but somehow, they're back. Or they never went completely extinct.

That gangster in Winnipeg... in his secret room, he had a picture of its two founders, its two most prominent figures: Luc Jouret and Joseph DiMambro.

The story of the Order ended up badly. In an assassination of an entire family who had birthed a child in a way that slighted DiMambro, and then a string of mass suicides. Of which Jouret and DiMambro were part of.

So what is going on now? This is the group that you will need to infiltrate? Or people who picture themselves as part of the order?

No matter... this is information that Maxime and Bruno urgently need. You call Honeyman immediately.

Bruno: Hel... hello?
Louis: Bruno, guess what. I found out the names of the two men on the pictures that were found at the house of this crazy gangster who attacked officers with a sword! They're Luc Jouret and Jo DiMambro! These people think they're part of the Order of the Solar Temple!
Bruno: Erm... the Order of what?
Louis: I'll come to back to Quebec City. I think I'll just drive there. Let's meet tomorrow. And I'll get two agents who were dismissed by the RCMP to come along. Max is interested in recruiting them.
Bruno: Great... seems like a helpful find. So, how did it go for you there?
Louis: Well...

You explain Bruno everything that happened.

Bruno: That's totally crazy. The behavior of these officers is extremely shady. But... it's true that Patricia looks very reluctant to go back to her father. I did think she was just too ashamed... but what if there was more to it?
Louis: I don't think it's a good idea to interrogate her about it yet. She's been through so much. But maybe she shouldn't go back to the Maritimes yet. We don't know if her father or Cmdr Arsenault and his assistant Ryan Glick will pressure her in any way. She didn't sound like she wanted to go back anyway.
Bruno: Maybe we can persuade her not to go back, she wanted to study elsewhere anyway. I'll look into it. And I'll tell Max everything tomorrow morning.

You say goodbye to Bruno. Then you remember Rachel. You promised her father to give her back. But might not know what happened yet. How will she react? Will she be relieved, or horrified? You presume that the best idea is to give her a choice. But then again... you're suddenly worried about the fate of all the girls who were involved in the ring. Although... you can't protect everyone. They're now supervised by the RCMP in Nova Scotia. The most that can be done about them is to tell them to be on the lookout. Probably that you can do that with Kyle and Patricia before leaving.

You call Rachel's father...

Cliff: Hello?
Louis: Mr. Alitt? It's detective Marcoux.
Cliff: Oh it's you! I heard about the slaughter of the pimps on the news. Apparently they arrested serious suspects. That's pretty messed up... but I guess the good thing is that Rachel is safe.
Louis: Mr. Alitt... I'm not sure we're out of the woods yet. If you promise me not to repeat a word of what I'll tell you to anyone, I'll tell you what happened recently.

(You tell him the entire story)

Cliff: What? That's even more messed up than I thought! So you think it goes high in the food chain?
Louis: I don't know, if Premier Campbell truly is behind it, if he only wanted revenge. But... I'm worried some VIPs who slept with Patricia Campbell or were otherwise customers of the Rascals might be interested in making sure anyone involved stays quiet, possibly on a permanent basis. What if there are people who see these girls as liabilities?
Cliff: I... I shiver just to think about it. Ms. Campbell slept with some very powerful men... people who probably are ready to go to any lenghts to make sure this never, ever gets out. And they might not want anyone else talking either. I... I want to see Rachel back really badly. But... maybe that for me... her safety is more important than anything else.
Louis: I'm going to Quebec tomorrow. If you want, I can take you along. She's still with my family. Surely you would like to visit her. Then afterwards we can decide what we'll do.
Cliff: For sure I'm interested. I'll take time off from work. And you can pick me up.

You spend a good night's sleep in your hotel. Then you leave Charlottetown and PEI by passing through the Confederation bridge (and paying its toll).

You head to Halifax where you pick up detectives Patricia Naughton and Kyle Freeman. By now, they're disgusted and want nothing to do with the local branches of the RCMP. They still haven't taken care of their personal affairs, but they're ready to follow you in Ottawa. Before they leave, they contact as many girls as possible, to warn them to be careful in their dealings with the police, and to remain safe.

Along the long drive back to Quebec City, you pass by Fredericton, where you pick up Cliff Alitt.

You discuss a lot through such a long drive, and the four of you end up bonding a lot.

Cliff: Rachel called me the other day. She says everything is going well at your house. She gets along famously with your wife Catherine, and she has helped her to deal with some of her issues. Your two children are also lovely and she loves playing with them. And your son's English is actually not too bad! She still doesn't really speak or understand much French, but she's trying to learn. The four of them have visited Trois-Rivières and Montreal already.

I have to thank you Louis, for opening your house to Rachel. It's like she has been given a second lease on life. There are times when I thought I would never see her again. But you gave her back to me. Because you saw her, and you saw how precious, how valuable she was... and how much she can achieve one day.

Louis: Well... how about we go see her now? We can go to Quebec City the next day. We're not in a huge rush. And we can all use a break.
Jessica: Oh, sounds like a very good idea. I'm dying to meet your wife and kids!
Kyle: I'll be honored as well.

Everyone eagerly awaits their arrival in Nicolet. While stopping to eat in Edmunston to refuel and eat, you communicate with Catherine to tell her of your plans. You also communicate with Bruno to tell them you will come a day later. He doesn't mind, because he and Maxime are exhausted, and he could use the time to spend a day relaxing with his wife.

You drive alongside the St-Lawrence on the way back. The majestic beauty of the river is unparalleled. The St. Lawrence is much thinner alongside Quebec City, Trois-Rivières, and Montréal.

Kyle: I wish we could see some belugas whales. I heard you can sometimes see them on the St. Lawrence.
Louis: I don't think it's the season yet for that.

Then much later, in the evening, you arrive in Nicolet. You soon head back to your home.

Catherine, the kids and Rachel are waiting to greet you. She is especially happy to see her father again.

Rachel: Daddy! At last!
Cliff: Oh Rachel, my sweetheart. I was so worried.
Catherine: Louis, my dear. Thankfully you saved that girl. She's a treasure.
Maxime: Hey dad, we all saw your wresting match the other day. It was so cool! Can we look at it again now that you're here!
Louis: Aha, sure son. Let's all go watch it.
Stéphanie: Great!
Louis: But first let me introduce you all to our guests. Respectively, they are: Cliff Alitt, Rachel's father, and detectives Jessica Naughton and Kyle Freeman, who proved themselves as invaluable allies in my last case. However, they've had serious disagreement with our boss, and resigned. So what they'll likely do is follow our comrades from the secret service in Ottawa.

Everyone has fun for the evening.
Rachel already knew about Ian's fate, and Catherine helped her to process it. She has already given much thought about what she would do. She says that if you agree to it, she would want to stay here longer. She would like to start learning French. Then in the Fall, she would want to try to study at McGill University in Montreal. You understand her if she wants a fresh new start.

Cliff: If that's what you want, sweetheart, and if the Marcoux are fine with it, then I support you. I'll come visit with your mom whenever I can.

 

[Humanity has risen!]

You've spent another day in Quebec City with Mylene. Another day in this splendid city you're growing to appreciate. However, Mylene says she is starting to be overwhelmed by all the recent events. She expresses her desire to go back to Ottawa to her family. Then soon, when you're given your new condominium by the secret service and begin your training in Ottawa, you can resume living together.

You respect her wishes, and she leaves at the train station in Ste-Foy.

Then afterwards, you meet with Maxime Duchesne again. You discuss detectice Marcoux's recent discovery.

Maxime: L'Ordre du temple solaire... I would have never believed it. They're really back?
Bruno: That name vaguely rings a bell to me.
Maxime: They engaged in assassinations and mass suicides more than 30 years ago by now. Everyone who was a kid in 1994 or older remembers these horrific images. One of the most murderous cults in history to be sure.
Bruno: So Louis is set to try to unearth them and infiltrate them, since apparently they're in this town. We don't know much about them though.
Maxime: Hmmmm... I think we should meet an expert.
Bruno: An expert... on cults?
Maxime: On cults, conspiracies, what have you... I already have someone in mind. He lives close to Montreal, I think. How about we meet him tomorrow on the way to Ottawa?
Bruno: Sure, I guess. We should go along with Louis, and detectives Naughton and Freeman. But what should we do about the Premier Campbell conspiracy?
Maxime: Our hands are tied for now. Nolin called me. The PM's office in Charlottetown really gave him a handful after Marcoux confronted Campbell at a hockey game. We can't push our luck too much.
Bruno: Still, you can't blame him for trying to get the truth from the horse's mouth. It's such a shame that they only all seem interested to cover their asses.
Maxime: Where there's smoke, there's fire.
Bruno: And what about Patricia Campbell?
Maxime: I don't think she should go back to the Maritimes at all. She should keep some distance. I think the best solution would be to bring her to Ottawa. We'll find her a place to stay, something to do. Possibly she can resume her law degree at UOttawa. It would be easier to protect her there. Maybe she could come with us for the ride back?
Bruno: Ok, we'll talk to her about it. Marcoux, Naughton and Freeman are at Marcoux's house. You know, Marcoux has taken Rachel, a girl he freed from the Rascals, under his care at his own family. It seems the girl is thriving there. Louis seems like a genuinely nice guy with a heart of gold.
Maxime: For sure. None that I'm aware of are gentler than him. And he played a pimp for weeks. I'm sure it was painful for him to act crass to other people.

Afterwards, you go to the CHUL to meet with Patricia Campbell, who is about to be given her leave from the hospital. You talk to her, and she agrees to follow you in Ottawa. She says it's a lovely city that she's eager to discover.

Bruno: I don't want to enter into any details... but what kind of man is your father?
Patricia: Well, it's complicated... let's just say when didn't get along very much. He always conveys the image of a benign, polite man. But behind closed doors... he acted tyrannical sometimes. He was a bit of a control freak. That's why I went to Halifax in the first place. He always wanted to control everything.
Maxime: Ok, we can get you a hotel room for tonight. Tomorrow, we leave for Ottawa. But we have something to do in the Montreal area. Someone we need to meet.

(That's all you dare to discuss with her so far. You don't yet dare approaching such a terrible subject with her. That you suspect her premier father to be involved in a horrible crime beyond imagining).

The three of you get hotel rooms in L'Ancienne-Lorette. Then on the next morning, you drive to Nicolet, following Maxime's instructions. A tiny, quiet town.

You arrive at Louis' home. He introduces you to his family, and to Rachel and her father Cliff.

Louis: This guy Bruno, he's a superhero of epic proportions, I tell you. He saved two lives just a few days ago.
Bruno: Oh Louis, I think that's greatly exaggerated. Plus I didn't do it alone. Everyone working with me, directly or indirectly, helped.

You see all these people smiling at you, and you become aware once more that your father in law was right. You need friends you can rely on in order to survive, to thrive.

And you consider yourself tremendously blessed to have them.

Maxime: My father told me about you. You're a true hero if all he said was true!
Bruno : My boy, the true hero is always the one that thinks of others and helps others before helping himself. That's how you can be a hero.

Then, splitting into two cars, yourself, Louis, Jessica, Kyle, Maxime, and Patricia head for Terrebonne, a suburban city north of Montreal and Laval. To meet a certain cult and conspiracy expert. A living legend second to none.

 

[Humanity has risen!]

Conspiracy theories? Aliens? Cults? Global elite plans for world domination? Mysteries and unexplained events?

On community television starting in the late seventies, and later on cable TV, and then on the Internet, all of this was Mathieu Lehoux's forte before it became cool.

Lehoux was nicknamed "Mr. Paranormal". He's an icon, a legend for all those in Quebec and beyond who craved for mysteries.

He was often derided because quite frankly, a lot of his guests sounded either very dishonest, very outlandish, or just totally crazy. His ever present long beard contributed to the cartoonish nature of his persona.

But for Lehoux, no idea is not worth exploring. No mystery is not worth shining a light on. No conspiracy theorist is not worth giving a voice to. He's also well documented and knowledgeable and has contacts everywhere.

As such, Maxime deems him to be the ideal expert to turn to. If anyone can know or unearth anything about possible followers of the Order of the Solar Temple who restarted the movement of perpetuated it underground for three decades, it's Lehoux.

Maxime tells you that he even gave lectures alongside Luc Jouret himself.

You think that part of it is also that Maxime is fascinated by someone who probably was a childhood icon to him, and that he's dying to meet him.

And so you arrive in Terrebonne, a bland part of obvious Montreal suburban sprawl. You head to Lehoux's modestly sized house, where his studio is located. He now broadcasts his show every day over the Internet.

Everyone gets off their cars, but Maxime then turns towards Patricia.

Maxime : Ms. Campbell... we don't know if you should come with us. We're going to discuss some very sensitive things. A group that can seriously threaten national security. If you come inside, we need to be able to fully trust that you will keep all that is discuss therein completely confidential.
Patricia : I want to come with you. I don't want to live a naive life anymore. I want to know what's going on in the real world. I don't want any ideas to be off-limits to me anymore.

And so, Maxime knocks. A very old man with a long beard opens it.

Mathieu : Bonjour Mr. Duchesne. Bienvenue chez moi. C'est un plaisir pour moi de vous aider du mieux que je peux.
Maxime : plusieurs des individus qui m'accompagnent ne parlent pas vraiment le français. Pouvez-vous leur parler en anglais?
Mathieu : Oh, of course! Wouldn't you know it, I was a journalist in Ottawa early on in my career.

He looks at everyone gathered. He looks like an eccentric but wise old sage.

Mathieu : Pleasure to meet everyone.
Bruno: I have to ask you sir... you have been trying to discover conspiracies all your life... doesn't it make you feel like you're becoming complicit with one?
Mathieu : Hahaha, I like you kid! Well, it's not the first time that law enforcement has asked for my help about dealing with some shadowy group. I have no issue with it. I don't see law enforcement as inherently bad. My only goal was always to keep an open mind, and give the benefit of doubt to everyone.

He turns towards Patricia.

Mathieu : Oh, if I'm not mistaken, you're Patricia Campbell. You're the daughter of PEI's premier, right?

Patricia is stunned!

Patricia : Mr Lehoux, how did you know who I was?
Mathieu : Well, I think I must've have seen you on the news once.
Patricia : You sure are a living encyclopedia! I'm impressed!
Mathieu : I do get that a lot. Now, want to come in and have some tea?
Louis: Mr. Lehoux, I brought something that's much better than tea, and without caffeine. It's called gynostemma.

(Everyone cringes. This. AGAIN.?)

Mathieu : It's a Chinese plant that's kind of like ginseng and is used as a tea, right? Sure, we'll drink that.

 

[Humanity has risen!]

Mr Lehoux's house is how you would expect it to be. Filled with books, old VHS and Beta tapes, DVDs, TV screens, monitors and computers. It's a museum. There is enough fascinating stuff inside it to explore for several lifetimes, and then some.

As all of you start drinking gynostemma, Maxime starts talking to him.

Maxime: So, I think you gave lectures with Luc Jouret. How was he?
Mathieu : Yes I did. You can actually see it for yourself, it's been uploaded on the Internet for all to see. As for how he came off off stage... Jouret was a very smooth, charismatic, open-minded, fabulously well-read, fascinating and passionate. Pretty much how you'd figure him out to be.
Patricia : I was not yet born when all of this happened. What exactly did the Order believe in?
Mathieu : Oh, to tell you the truth, it was a mix of various ideas and philosophies. DiMambro and Jouret picked ideas from many different sources. They made a lot of it up as they went along. Although that was mostly DiMambro. He was the leader, the brains behind the operation.

Jouret was a charismatic public figure who gave homeopathic lectures in order to draw members in. They especially liked people who were rich. Many important businessmen, and even some politicians and artists in France and Switzerland, were counted as their members at some point.

The basis for their briefs was a religious philosophy called theosophy, dating from the 19th century, and taking inspiration from the Rosecrucians and various other sources.

They believed that sages lived eternally on Sirius, and were looking for ways to get there. The mass suicides apparently were part of that. Although a more probable explanation is that DiMambro and Jouret became mad, believed their own ideas, and in the same vein sought a way to escape this corrupt world and end it all.

Kyle: You say "probable explanation"... I read on the Internet that many people believe the members, or at least most of them, didn't partake in mass suicides but rather were assassinated.
Mathieu : That's also possible. They dealt with some very powerful people, who might have been angry at them, because they loved to exploit rich members to siphon all their money out. They could have made enemies for other reasons. Although generally, in most cases when it comes to mysteries, the simplest explanation is the right one.

(Unsurprisingly, in public, he hypes up conspiracies and mysteries. But in private, he is far more rational.)

Louis : And now for the kicker. Did any members survive? Could people really have perpetuated the movement underground all this time?
Mathieu : to tell you the truth, I don't know. I know that the trigger for their apparently commiting their first mass suicide was a trip to Australia, in which they became convinced that this world was beyond saving and they had to leave it. There have also been rumors of a lot of the cult's money being funneled abroad, to places like Australia and Singapore, but I never found anything concrete. Sorry I can't enlighten you much more, but I'll stay on the lookout and contact you if I learn anything more.

Maxime: one of their members was located in Winnipeg, and he had a room in his house that looked like a shrine, with pictures of both Jouret and DiMambro on the walls. He had a strange costume, and he attempted to attack police officers with a sword. Was this ever part of what the order did?
Mathieu : they had intricate ceremonies that looked very mystical, and were made to make the members believe that they were part of some ancient templar order. But they never learned swordfighting. The most I know is that Jouret and others sometimes used one for their ceremonies. But not for fighting. That appears to be a recent addition.

As for the portraits, it seems that Jouret have become martyrs. Maybe also the members believe that they now are living on Sirius, and guiding them from the cosmos.

Jessica: Why would they be in Quebec City of all place? Why not a major city like Toronto?

Mathieu : they have history in Quebec. They were once very active here. They even had recruited many prominent civil servants into their fold. My best guess is that they see it as unfinished business. Plus Quebec City is a peaceful place. Nobody would be on the lookout for a malicious cult there, especially one seeking to corrupt, to subvert society from the inside. It's also a provincial capital. If they can get some politicians or civil servants in their ranks... that can open doors for them.

You keep talking to him for a while. You now know a little more about the Order. That was a useful conversation. But there's nothing you can act upon immediately yet. Still, knowing your enemy is always a good thing.

Louis goes back home to Nicolet, to his regular job at the SQ, until you learn something more to start his investigation in Quebec City.

Everyone else leaves for Ottawa. Your training is about to begin.

 

[Humanity has risen!]

During the drive towards Ottawa, you get a call. It's Timothy Bourne.

Tim: Bruno, I'm sorry, I was supposed to call you earlier. But I got caught up in things. In fact, I just completed an in-depth article about the entire case, and I found out who the creepy man is. He's about to be extradited to Alberta. I'm sending you the link now. Contact me if you have any further questions. And oh, just so you know... I was able to contact Snodgrass for comment. After he gave his comment, he said he would eventually contact you. He sounded like he wanted not to get too deep into it though. He went to spent time in his condo in Tallahassee, in Florida.

You thank Tim, and after that, you start reading his article.

You discover that the name of the Snodgrass impersonator is Will Loggins. Will was always a troubled man, who was diagnosed with both bipolar disorder and schizophrenia. These disorders prevented him from leading a normal life. Will is also the heir of the Loggins family, who owns Loggins Oil, a prominent company that owns an oil refinery in Alberta, and is involved in tar sands oil extraction. But because of his condition, he was not able to be involved in the company, he was mostly kept hidden. He had access to his family's wealth though, and could do almost anything he wanted. He used this to live a life of parties and to have an extravagant lifestyle.

His grudge towards Ed Snodgrass began because Ed became aware of criminal behavior from Loggins Oil, who dumped waste from their refinery in the woods. Ed pushed a lot so that Loggins Oil would be severely punished, when most politicians in Alberta turned a blind eye to it, because Loggins Oil is a major employer. In the ensuing scandal, Loggins Oil's stock suffered considerably. They had to pay huge fines, and eventually, they had to sell the refinery. Because of this, the family fortune dwindled considerably. From the look of things, Will Loggins has hated Snodgrass ever since, who he blames for his family's downfall ever since.

When informed about the incident, Ed Snodgrass had this to say: "I am relieved to know that this murderer was finally caught. I am sorry that he held such a grudge towards me, but I have no regret in exposing Loggins Oil's misbehavior, which deserved proper punishment due to the ravages their inflicted on the environment. Most of all, I think this story exposes what I have repeated for a long while now: the life of sex workers and other men and women living at the margins of society matters. It's not acceptable that the police was so apathetic towards them that they refused to investigate their deaths properly. I also thank the police in the Maritimes and also in Quebec, who worked valliantly for the sake of trafficked women and who finally hunted down this troubled murdered. Hopefully, Will Loggins can finally get the proper mental health treatment he deserves."

Bruno: Ok, I've read your article... thanks for leaving us out of the story. It's great that Beatrice and Mary finally will receive some justice. I hope that the other women Loggins has killed can be identified as well.
Tim: There is one problem though... Loggins might eventually be able to get away with it. He wasn't taking his meds regularly. I'm worried that the defense will plead an insanity defense. His family is still powerful, they can afford the best lawyers for him.
Bruno: That's frightening. Anyway, thank you Tim.
Tim: And you know what... I didn't report on it, but after interviewing some of our staff, I found out that Loggins repeatedly contacted the Enquirer to try to pin the crimes on Snodgrass. Although, the person who received the messages disregarded them as obsessive nonsense.
Bruno: Well, now we know that Snodgrass, altthough his behavior is odd and disturbing at times, was completely innocent of all these charges. I hope he contacts me, becaused I owe him an apology.

 

[Humanity has risen!]

After your arrival in Ottawa, you move into your new condo with Mylene. You then take a flight back to Winnipeg with Mylene. While there, you meet the entire gang of friends you left behind: Julien, Steven, Sonia, her roommate Rachel, along with James and Jovencio, who are now students of Steven. Julien is especially glad to see you again, and impressed at all the progress you have made.

You have trouble leaving again... but you know that you must. You finally get your car back from Julien's place, and start the long drive from Winnipeg to Ottawa with Mylene. Julien also comes with you, driving a U-Haul truck. The drive takes a few days. It gives you an opportunity to finally bond again with your best friend, and for him to know your wife better. He, along with all the friends you left behind in Winnipeg, think that you and Mylene form a great couple.

After you arrive in Ottawa and move everything in the condo, you celebrate with Julian, Mylene, and you also invite Jessica, Maxime and Kyle. The day after, Julian takes a plane back to Winnipeg. Before he leaves, he tells you this:

Julian: You've grown so much, and you helped so many people in so little time. Train, train and train as much as possible, and you'll kick these criminals' asses without issue.

On the next few months, your training with the secret service begins. You decide to keep very busy. You take French lessons almost every day, since not knowing it has caused you some problems. And since your road will eventually get you to Quebec, that will come in handy. Mylene, Kyle and Jessica joins you on those lessons. You find out that Mylene progresses much more rapidly than everyone else, which isn't surprising since she spent her childhood in Hawkesbury.

You also take up on swordfighting. You join a club located in Gatineau, and are trained by a swordfighter (called "bretteur" in French) who is named Gilles. You spend a lot of time with Gilles. You tell yourself that if you have to fight members of the Order eventually, you'll be able to rival with them. You also take some karate lessons.

During this time, Louis goes back to his regular work in the SQ. Nolin contacts sources in Quebec City from time to time, but they don't discover anything yet that look like they might be tied to the Order.

Patricia finds an apartment in downtown Ottawa, and ends up finding a job in a clothing store located in the Rideau Centre Mall in Ottawa. She applies to resume her studies on the subsequent fall in UOttawa, and is accepted without difficulty. She attempts to live a normal, anonymous life, and largely succeeds. You meet her with Mylene from time to time and become friends.

Kyle and Jessica also become very dear friends to you. They train alongside you at the secret service. Everyone is glad to count on such competent detectives. You go out with them frequently. On one of those evenings, Jessica confesses that she has grown a "huge crush on Louis", but that she "understands and respects that she is married".

You can finally lead a quiet life with Mylene. The two of you are immensely happy. Ottawa is a charming town. Gatineau... not so much, it looks disorganized and bland. But you love going to Aylmer, eating in their quaint lilttle restaurants, and going to the Marina to admire the view of the Ottawa river. You frequently walk from your appartment on the streets of Ottawa, passing sometimes in front of the Parliament.

You think to yourself that you understand her. You've rarely met such a kind, devoted man as Louis. He is also tall, has a chiseled face and is well-built.

You and Maxime feel a little guilty about Patricia. Frequently, you wonder whether you should be open with her in regards to your suspicions. One day, you decide to tell her. She says she doesn't want to live blindly anymore. You trust that she will be able to handle it.

Initially, she is shocked and says she wants time for herself. Then, she says that she doesn't know... but that she knows that her father is very different behind closed doors. He is cruel, manipulative, and obsessed with power and control. He calls her a few times, but Patricia decides to remain distant from him, using the cover of studying and starting a new life in Ottawa as a cover.

Patricia: "The Rascals were one in a string of many gangs who used me and turned me into a slave. I don't feel much, if any sympathy for them. But even I can concede that was happened to them was disturbing and just wasn't right. I hope the truth that be brought to light eventually."

As for the trial of Dave and the Moose, things are stalling. Their defense lawyers are trying to get them bail, but they haven't succeeded so far. They look for exculpatory evidence. However, public opinion is set squarely against them. Most people in the Maritimes are frankly glad to be rid of two ruthless criminal gangs.

You contact Louis from time to time. You learn that Rachel has started to learn French and is recuperating well in Nicolet. She meets once a week with a therapist in Montreal to help her resolve her issues and lingering trauma. Patricia also keeps contact with Sonia, and the two become friends.

In May, you and Maxime decide that enough time has passed. It's time for you to fulfill your destiny. You want to gather your father's three keys. Get the box of evidence he hid. Prove to everyone that you are a worthy successor to him. Undo his terrible crimes. And get the ruthless Skull Riders behind bars.

You've grown many friends recently. But it's time for you to be a lone wolf again. You pause your training, and head towards Thunder Bay, Ontario, a town that you passed by when driving from Winnipeg to Ottawa.

You need to meet the head of the Wolverines, and find a way to get your father's first key. And get sufficient cover.

You make the long drive towards Thunder Bay...

 

[Humanity has risen!]

Bordering Lake Superior, in Northwest Ontario, the city of Thunder Bay comprises more than 100 000 inhabitants. It is very isolated from other populous urban areas. As such, it constitutes an important hub for many remote rural and native communities. It also comprises an important native community.

Unfortunately, good jobs are scarce here, and poverty and homelessness are rampant. Unsolved murders are common, particularly among the native population. The criminal underworld tries to remain discreet, but is nevertheless present and very strong, attracting many destitute youths looking for power, money and respect among its ranks. Businesses who refuse to pay protection money to them are frequently harassed or even burned down.

Kyle tried to "dress and touch you up to be more of a bum" before you left, and gave you pointers so you could conduct your job more effectively. He also had roleplay sessions with you, to help you react under stress, some of which occured in bars and underground communities around Ottawa.

He advised you to "become part of the environment, get a vibe for it, and get a sense of what's out there". So that is what you intend to do.

You want to approach Thomas Day of the Wolverines gang, but you don't know where to begin. You want to find a way to become part of the community first and generate good vibes first.

While reading the newspaper at a local Tim Hortense, you come across an article on the St. Francis of Assisi center. Located in a former, aging elementary school, it was turned into a hostel by a Catholic ministry. For a small fee, anyone can come and stay there, so long as they behave, and accept to partake in occasional volunteering and outreach efforts on the community.

You tell yourself that you could certainly try living there for a while, since it must attract destitute youths who know the city inside out, and might be familiar with the criminal underworld.

So you head there and get a room. A friendly receptionist, a woman in her fifties or so, welcomes you in. After which she gives you a tour of the facilities. You go to your bunk bed and rest there for a while.

Later in the afternoon, using the same newspaper, you find a part-time job in a warehouse.

You now wonder what would be the best strategy to get a sense of what is going on. What will you focus your efforts on in the next few days after work?

A) Try to befriend destitute youths in the St. Francis center.
B) Head in the local bars to try to talk to people.
C) Tour the city to know it better and find interesting places or people.

baud ERYFKRAD Nevill hello friend Lithium Flower

 

[baud]

C) Tour the city to know it better and find interesting places or people.

 

[ERYFKRAD]

C) Tour the city to know it better and find interesting places or people.

 

[Humanity has risen!]

Immediately, you head for the harbor. You quickly find a marina. You look on the horizon.

You can hardly believe it. Lake Superior stands before you in its majestic beauty. The largest inland body of water on the planet! In this remote city, there is at least a splendor to feast your eyes upon.

You then walk around downtown. You are sorry to find many homeless people, some which request change from you. For sure, in Thunder Bay, poverty and misery abounds.

The native population is indeed large. You frequently see bands of Amerindian youths walking around. They seem to be friendlier than the Caucasian population. Some wave at you and seem happy to see you.

Passing in front of a basketball court, you stop to look at a group of five young Amerindians playing a lively game. After a few minutes, one of them addresses you:

Youth: Hey man, we're missing a player. Come and play with us!

You can't very well turn such a request down, can you? And so you happily join them.

Your opponent's basketball game is pretty fierce. But overall, you are better trained and faster than the others. You easily lead your team to victory.

"Hey, we're going to need a rematch soon!"

A most reasonable request.

One of the players from your team then approaches you.

Youth: I think I recognize you from the St Francis hostel. You were there, right?
Bruno: yes, I'm new in town. I've been looking for a job. I found it, so I'll probably leave soon. I might stay around for a few days.
Youth: Well, hit me up when you go there. I'm involved in the organization myself. We all help out. Also, I partake in the fellowship group from Father Mpambara. He's a Catholic priest, and he has this group there. If that sort of thing interests, you, you're welcome.

I'm Nick Hardy, by the way. Please to meet you.

Bruno: I'm Bruno. I guess I'll see you around, Nick. Nice to know you.

You are glad to have met such a friendly type.

You keep walking around town. You arrive at a boulevard.

On the other side of the road, you see two men looking disoriented and looking around. They cross the road, but don't wait for the signals. Nevertheless, they cross it in time. They are now next to you.

These two men appear to be Hispanic. They both look at you.

One of them speaks to you in Spanish, but unfortunately, you don't understand.

Then something surprising happens: the man tries to address you in French. That's surprising, since in Thunder Bay, very few speak it. Fortunately, it is now a language that you largely understand.

Latino man: Sir, I'm sorry. Do you know where the grocery store is?
Bruno: I just passed it. It's this way (you point it you). I'm surprised you know French. Why is it so?
Latino : I am Miguel, and this is my friend Diego. We're both from Mexico. We are temporary foreign workers, we work as fruitpickers. For a few years we've gone to Quebec, but couldn't qualify this year. However, spots became available in Thunder Bay. We speak French because of our experience in Quebec, but English not yet.
Diego: We work at Paxton Farms. His farms are located some distance south of Thunder Bay. We are away with others to do some errands. We are to take the bus in a few hours.
Bruno: Well, how about I help you both with your grocery shopping? Since you don't know the language, you might get mixed up, or not understand the cashier.
Miguel: We would be more than glad sir. Thank you so much.

You accompany Miguel and Diego and quickly reach the grocery store. They decide to buy a lot of non-perishable food. When they don't understand some English wording, you help them. You also help them to communicate with the cashier. However, when they're about to pay, they find out they don't have enough money. As they're about to return some of their groceries, you intervene.

Bruno: Forget it, I'll pay the entire order. I'm more than glad to give you the help.
Miguel: Oh really! God is good! Thank you so much!

You get your credit card out and pay out the entire amount.

As the three of you leave, you want to keep being generous to them.

Bruno: Well, how about coffee and donuts at Tim Hortense? My treat again.
Diego: Oh thank you sir, but that is too much. You're too kind.
Bruno: Oh no, I just want the both of you to feel welcome. I insist.

The three of you enter a nearby Tim Hortense and have your meal. You talk to Diego and Miguel some more. They are both honest, hard workers who sacrifice much for the good of their family. However, they seem to have a strangely downcast attitude. And you hesitate to bring it up... but Miguel seem to have some sort of bruise on his face. However, you don't want to put them on the spot.

The three of you leave, and then Diego addresses you.

Diego: Sir, you've been more than generous. If at all possible, could you help us one last time? I know we're asking a lot, but Miguel has broken his glasses. He has an appointment with an optometrist, and he's worried he might not understand his instructions.
Bruno: Of course, let's go.

The three of you go to the optometrist's office. Since they don't speak any English, you act as an interpreter. You help Miguel complete the tests, and then choose a pair of his choosing.

Then comes the time to pay. The optometrist asks for a deposit. They barely have enough from the money they have left. You don't like seeing them struggling like this.

Bruno: Sir, I'll pay the entire amount right now for the exams and the glasses for my friend.

Miguel and Diego are stunned and left unable to talk.

Then the optometrist thanks you, and tells you Miguel will be able to pick up his new glasses in a week's time.

After you leave the optometrist's office, Miguel looks at you.

Miguel: Sir, I cannot thank you enough for your kindness. But this time, it is too much. We cannot accept this. We prefer to work hard.
Bruno: It's fine. You don't have to pay me back right away. Take your time, and do it only when you're financially comfortable. And here, my phone number. Call me again if you need help or anything else. Take care, you both.

They salute you, and then go back to the bus.

You have the satisfaction of having done some very good deeds today. But... you can't help but be worried about how downcast the both of them looked. And why did Miguel have a wound on his face?

You decide to head back to the grocery store, as it's closing. One of the workers is heading to her car to go back home.

Bruno: Miss, I'm sorry, but can I ask you a few questions? I suppose you frequently have latino foreign workers coming to buy groceries in your store?
Woman: Oh yes. They come twice weekly in buses. They buy groceries and basic supplies.
Bruno: I talked to two of them briefly... but I was worried because they looked terribly downcast. I looked at some other latinos who were in the grocery store... and they didn't look very well either. What's going on at these farms?
Woman: Oh, it's a long story. Barry Paxton is the richest man in Thunder Bay. He owns a significant part of the city. And Paxton Farms also obviously belong to him. I often witness the same thing as you when I see latino workers shopping. There are rumors about these farms... apparently their living conditions are really bad. And Paxton is frequently on site and has a terrible temper... or so I've heard.
Bruno: Do they take new workers?
Woman: They're desperate for anybody who will work for rock bottom wages and who will endure back-breaking work. It's getting worse because they haven't received as many foreign temp workers as they usually did. Essentially, you contact them, and you're in. They come pick you up and you work. Many give up after just a few days or even one day though.
Bruno: What's the number?
Woman: Wait... you want to apply? I really disagree with this. Why don't you work at the grocery store instead if you need a job? I can probably get you an interview... well, I don't know why you seem so intent on this type of work, but I can find you the number pretty easily.

She gives it to you. You thank her.

You go back to the youth hostel. You look up Paxton Farms... there are indeed reports about poor working conditions there. But something just doesn't feel right.

You've decided you want to see it for yourself. You'll pass yourself as a worker. Go undercover for a day. Try to find evidence of what actually goes on there.

You call George Godfrey, telling him of your plans. You ask if he would be so kind as to come to Thunder Bay. Maybe you can interview some workers, and maybe he can publish at article in the Winnipeg Times.

George: Ok, Thunder Bay is 8 hours drive away from Winnipeg. I'll take a chance on you and take a plane. You've been good to me so far. In fact, my co-worker all wonder who is this mysterious source I'm using and wish his next big scoop will come.