Its the early morning hours of Thursday and we have seen the unspeakable and lost Collin to the darkness. Max is still not safe. We just dropped him off at Danvers General Hospital with a severe bullet wound. His likelihood of survival seems low. Tuesday we spent the evening scouting out the docks to discern the best approach when Cole's package arrived the next night. While planning and reconnoitering, we were spotted and moved on by the police. Although only one officer approached our vehicle, Chuck was sure he spotted several more figures skulking among the trees lining the road.
Collin called his contact at the docks and arranged for a delivery truck and us to be smuggled into the Thompson building basement where we intended to stay until the Meridian arrived with the anticipated cargo. Once inside Wednesday afternoon, we took the time to clear our sight lines from the basement windows as well as clear paths along the floor to allow for movement without much light. Although a vehicle arrived after dark, it left shortly afterwards only to be replaced perhaps a quarter hour later with two vehicles. They pulled up alongside the western side of the warehouse. While I was unable to see anything from my vantage point, I could hear footsteps above from one of them - perhaps checking out the warehouse. I crept up the rear stairs to listen at the door and was nearly caught by an approaching form at the door.
A ship arrived perhaps fifteen minutes later and after a time, I heard the scuffle of figures and the shouts of "ambush" from above. I quickly opened the door and rushed towards Ringo and a figure fallen on the floor. Although Ringo was standing over him with a crowbar, I intended to somehow stop the shouting. Gunfire blasted from the front of the docks, filling the air around me. Without thinking, I launched into the arcane words I learned from the Book, my hand glowing black and almost leaving a shadow in its wake, I reached out and grasped the man's right leg. He buckled over in pain and shock, flailing and shouting. Although drained initially, I soon felt empowered and energized as never before. Gun fire erupted from other parts of the building - I ran across the width of the building to peer through the closed double wide doors. Across the way, Terry Cole stood clear as day waving his hands and summoning a creature beyond description. Although my reaction was overpowering and before I knew it, I was in full retreat, the creature most closely resembled an amorphous blob, multiple eyestalks, bubbling and pulsing and an enormous maw.
The next memory I have is gasping for air, leaning against the music shop in downtown Arkham. In my horror, I had fled nearly a quarter mile into town. Desperate to help my friends, I made my way back as quickly as possible. By the time, I returned, Chuck was all but carrying Max around, while Collin was nowhere to be found. Ringo apparently shot and killed Cole, the blob creature was no longer in sight and the boat was turning back down river. With sirens approaching in the background, we loaded into the delivery truck and drove away as quickly as possible. Chuck was ominously quiet about the experience, so Ringo and I decided to take Max to a hospital outside of Arkham and drop him off for treatment.
Now driving around we need to decide whether keeping the package out of Cole's possession was enough or whether to acquire the package ought to be our next step. I think we should be able to contact the nearest docks down river and learn if the Meridian docked and dropped off cargo. Hopefully we can figure out what Collin lost his life for.
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