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  1. Sounds good to me. I might put in that Mark being a little concerned that his brother will be getting pulled into this sort of life. Since it will be a one-off situation, Mark will be eventually okay with it. There is also a possible story that David finds he likes this kind of work and wants to do more, so it might end up creating some conflict between the brothers.
  2. "You can count on it," Mark said cheerfully. Making his way to the door, he gave Liam one last look and a wave before he exited. It was good seeing Liam again and that he was well on the road to recovery. Now he had to work out a way to introduce himself to Liam's sons. The only option he could see at the moment was to go straight their headquarters at Storm Shelter. As he continued walking out of the hospital, he decided that he would leave it until tomorrow. From Liam told him, his sons were busy with Stroud's niece and probably wouldn't be there anyways. As for what he would do for the rest of the day, that was easy. There were a couple of places he hadn't checked out on the island yet and now would be a good time to do it. To him, knowing the lay of the land in the literal sense was necessary just in case. With people like Stroud having an interest here, just in case could be sooner rather than later.
  3. "Sounds good to me." Mark smiled, "We can work out how I can meet your sons later on but for now I think I'd better be going. It will be lunch time soon and I don't particularly want to be around if you find it not to your liking." Standing up, he pushed the chair back a little and placed his hand on Liam's shoulder, "It's great see you again. Later on when you're up to, you can take one of your boats and do some fishing. I've heard the salmon around here is very good." @Stormwolfe
  4. "Well maybe the simplest explanation would be the best. We just tell that we've worked with each other in the past and leave it at that." Mark half-smiled, "I know that my brother has questions about what I did in the past but thankfully he isn't pushing me to tell him. I expect your sons are the same." @Stormwolfe
  5. "I understand about not being able to tell your family about what you do. " A look of sadness appeared on Mark's face, "My parents went to their grave not knowing what I was doing. Except for the occasional email and ones for birthdays and Christmas, I didn't have much contact with them. The last time I saw them was about six months before the accident and then it was only a brief stopover on my way to another assignment. As far as they knew I worked for some big international firm as a troubleshooter. In a sense that was true, but not in the way they thought it was. Even my brother, Dave thinks I worked for some sort of big financial group. I haven't bothered to correct him and I don't know if I ever will." For all the years, he had known Liam, Mark knew that the man was a good listener. In some ways, they were both someone the other could talk about the pressures of what they did. On the few occasions, Liam had confided him, Mark had been able to give the man the support and understanding he needed. However, the time of reflection was over and they needed to get to the business at hand. After taking a deep breath, he continued, "Now about that story. It will have to be a good one as I don't think your sons will be that easily fooled with the old you were a friend of my father's line." @Stormwolfe
  6. "I have no doubt that there is." Mark smiled, "They are your sons after all." Mark nodded, "Yes Mason Stroud can be a tough man to stop. The organisation had a couple of run-ins with him or to be more precise, activities he was backing. Thankfully, they were able to ruin his plans on both occassions. If he wants his niece gone bad enough, he will do anything to make sure it happens." @Stormwolfe
  7. "I know about Lucian and Storm Shelter. It's hard not to in a town this big," Mark smiled. "I suppose I've done nothing to warrant any attention from him. He leaned forward a little, "In a way I do like being in something that doesn't get me noticed. It's what I've been doing all these years. But there are times where I will and do come out in the open. If Lucian wants my help in solving this then I will be happy to oblige." Leaning back in the chair, he continued, "From what I can gather this isn't just some ordinary, random shooting. If they wanted to kill you they've had plenty of opportunities to do so. You're not exactly keeping a low profile here by running a tour company and being a prominent town member. More than likely, it was to send you a message. From who, I don't know. I've sent out feelers to my former colleagues to see if they've heard anything. You know, it's times like this that being part of an international network comes in handy." @Stormwolfe
  8. Mark nodded. "It does but I'm getting used to it. I've got my kid brother to keep an eye on now that my parents are gone." Pausing for a moment, he gazed at the old man. For someone who had just been shot and despite his age, he looked like he was recovering quite well. No doubt he would be up and about within the week unless his wife had something to say about it. Liam was not the type to let the grass grow under his feet. "I've taken up some private investigation and security work. It's the closest thing I can get to what I used to do that won't raise any suspicions. It keeps me busy but telling you what I've been up to is not what I came here for. The reason why I came was because you're a valued friend and I wanted to see how you were doing. I also want to offer my services...if you ever need them." @Stormwolfe
  9. Mark smiled. No doubt the old man had already checked to see if he was wearing a gun. In fact, that was one of the first lessons he had learnt from Liam. It was the summer before his final year of college and the organisation were putting him through some early training. His stare show that Liam was still very much a man in full control of his senses. Grabbing a chair, Mark pulled it up to near the bed and sat down. "You know if I was any other man, you would've been out that bed quicker than anybody could blink no matter how much it hurt." @Stormwolfe
  10. With: Liam MacLeod Location: Trident Medical Center When: May 2017 Time of Day: Morning Mark stood and stared at the door for a few minutes. It had been a few days since the shooting and the wave of family and police had slowed down to a crawl. From what Dave had seen at the police station the other day he knew the man's sons wouldn't be around at this time of day. He didn't want many people to know about this visit...not just yet. Waiting until the man was recovering well and truly from the gunshot wound, he had received was another reason why he had delayed this visit. A nurse, who he was on friendly terms, with had informed of the man's condition. Thinking of the woman made him smile a little. She was a welcome distraction but in the long run he knew it wouldn't last - his past had seen to that. He wondered how the old man would react to seeing him again. No doubt, MacLeod would already know that he had moved here. Maybe he should have paid him a visit by now but that would have required a lot of explaining to anybody who happened to be around. However, this shooting had brought back memories of one particular training mission where they had both been through life and death and he had felt the need to come. MacLeod was more than just a trainer; he was a mentor and a friend. Every year for the last ten years, Mark had spent a week with him, learning skills and relieving burdens. Opening the door to the room, Mark took a quick look around before entering. The room was well-lit and smell a bit like apples. No doubt, some over-enthusiastic hospital worker had overdone it when cleaning the room. Knowing the type of man MacLeod was, the smell would almost be bordering on the unbearable. The thought of MacLeod telling off the poor hospital worker made him smile a little. Approaching the bed, he acknowledged the man, "How are you?" @Stormwolfe
  11. Mark smiled as he watched the credits roll on the episode of "Mission: Impossible" he had been watching. Even though it was fiction, the fact that some aspects of it got very close to the truth amused him. He wonder what those creative types in Hollywood would do with the truth if they ever got their hands on it. The thought that they would distort it to suit themselves and whatever agenda they were promoting these days was the first thing that came to his mind. Switching the TV off, he leaned back into the sofa. Yes, truth could be a brutal thing at times, especially if people failed to understand the reasons behind it. The truth was something that needed to be said at the right place...the right time and he doubted that he could ever tell it, especially to his brother. Dave was more idealistic than he was and would have a hard time understanding where he had been all these years. Still, in a way it might be better if Dave never knew. His brother had seemed rather pleased to have him back for good and was even willing to come with him to Kodiak. To his former colleagues, Kodiak might have seemed an odd choice, but he wanted to be somewhere that was hard to get to and a little bit remote. Besides a place like Kodiak wouldn't be a hotbed of international intrigue making it more than likely that he would have to come out retirement. Shaking his head slightly, he half-smiled. Well, that was what he had thought. Now that he had been here for some time, he could see that for a small, quiet place, Kodiak Island had a lot going on. He had already been contacted by the organisation, who had asked him to keep an eye on things here and to let them know if anything interesting happens. The request was okay by him as he was more than happy to be just an observer and not be involved in anything that might put his or his brother's life at risk. The sound of a car coming up the driveway, alerted him to the fact that Dave was home. Looking up at the clock on the wall, he sighed. It was his night to cook dinner and he'd better get a start on it soon. Kodiak Island and its problems could wait but a hungry brother wouldn't. Getting up, he made his way slowly into the kitchen.
  12. With: David Carson, @Aanyone who wants to join (not necessary to do so) Location: Kodiak Police Department car park When: May 2017 Time of Day: Late Afternoon The sound of a girl shouting something about being free at last, broke Dave out of his thoughts. He had just finished fixing a computer in the records room that had decided at some point earlier in the day to stop working and was about to leave. It had been a case of another old computer that should have been replaced ages ago. The Kodiak Police Department ran a shoestring budget, with the money going to more important things than keeping up with technology. Still, he was grateful for the work and smiled when he remembered how fortunate he had been to get the contract to be the Department's I.T. expert so soon after arriving. The job was an on-call one and it fitted in well with his other work commitments. There weren't too many people in town who did or had his expertise in his line of work, so it had been easy to find a few clients and make a fairly decent living. Freelance work had also given him the opportunity to find out about more of the island and the people who lived there. As he continued to watch the young woman, he saw her being joined by a few others. One, he recognised as Lucian MacLeod. He hadn't met the man, but he knew who he was. His brother, Mark probably knew more than he did about the MacLeod and his family but wasn't letting on how much. The MacLeod family were well-respected and when news of the shooting came, both he and Mark were concerned. They had been living here for about nine months and the place seemed to relatively trouble free. Sure, there had been the usual crime sprees and Mark had even been hired as security consultant and investigator for a couple of businesses who had been hit by a spate of robberies but nothing like the shooting that happened the other day. It seemed to Dave that people like Liam and Naomi MacLeod could be targets then anybody could. When he had voiced this concern to Mark, he could sense Mark was thinking that there was more to it. For over ten years, Mark's life had been and was still a mystery to him. The only contact he had had with his older brother during these years was an email address. Dave would send emails on a regular basis but only received a reply every now and then. When their parents had been killed in the car accident, Dave had been relieved to find out that Mark hadn't totally locked him out. Mark had given him an apology of sorts but declined to go further into the reasons why he stayed away for so long. Then, a month or so after the accident, Mark had decided to stay and give up whatever it was that he had been doing, Dave decided not to question it. To have Mark around for good, was more than he had hoped for and he knew with time, Mark may even learn to trust him enough to tell him what he had been doing all those years. After watching the group for a few more minutes, Dave decided it was time to leave. He closed the trunk and made his way to the driver door.

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Storm Shelter brings crime drama and not quite soapy soap-opera to the online written RPG world. Set in one of America's last frontiers, the residents of Kodiak Island and Storm Shelter Air & Rescue encounter bad guys and storm gales in equal measure. The RPG offers guided site-wide plots and open character driven stories..

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