"K.D... Lilly, do you have anything on what that may mean?" asked Hannah.
"Kathryn Dalton?" asked Lilly.
"No criminal record," replied Skipper.
"What if it's not an actual name, what if it's a nickname?" asked Private.
"That's the dumbest thing I've ever heard!! There's gotta be a real name!" shouted Skipper, slapping Private.
"Wait a minute, K.D..." said Lilly softly, typing on her computer's search engine the words: Bullet, Silver, and Antarctica.
A few minutes transpired between searching for James Bond films, and research labs, to one website in page four of the results: "Ft. Grumley Crime Records/Documents". Upon opening the page, the words she searched in the results were highlighted, and their suspect narrowed down. Hannah and Lilly both looked, wide-eyed and gaping at the screen.
"KING DEWEY!" they shouted in unison.
"So that's why they were all wearing silver somewhere on their bodies, it's a mark of the East Side Mob, led by notorious boss King Dewey," said Hannah.
"Who's King Dewey?" asked Private, getting promptly slapped by Skipper and Kowalski.
"King Dewey is the guy who outdid Al Capone, thief, murderer, manipulative, cold, family man, he's the godfather incarnate," stated Skipper with a certain reminiscing in his voice.
"You knew him?" asked Kowalski, with near shock to his accent.
"Knew? I'm marked by the East Side-" cooed Skipper, lifting a flipper and revealing a patch of silver flax and solder melted into the skin under his feathers.
"You were in the mob Skippah?!" shouted Private.
"No, just met the guy in a casino, offered me a few shots, and I said thanks, walk away, and I think it's over, right?" asked Skipper.
"Right!" shouted Rico.
"WROOONG! I caught the guy sealing a deal with one of his informants, telling each other about taking "Flathead out for a little ride!" and upon hearing that, I saw their loot: Thousands of pounds of Fort Grumley silver to be sent to Knox up in the U.S. When I saw the loot, BOOM! I was out, and woke up in a hotel with the mark and a few shot glasses by my side with a note: "Long live the King!" on the bedside nightstand," said Skipper.
"Damn... You survived the East Side Mob? Normally the King would have let his pawns dispose of anyone who even WINKS at their loot," said Lilly.
"The boys always move from hideout to hideout, the King Dewey always knows the cops are coming before they even place an arrest warrant," replied Hannah.
"Then it's settled, we track down this guy, but the question is, where is he?" asked Kowalski.
"Gais! Da mahp!!" shouted Rico, pointing at the paper they received from the mobsters.
"Wait a minute- The circle is a scope, the line running through it are crosshairs..." said Private, pointing at the map.
"The arrow is a direction of the target, with each rounded figure a block," added Kowalski.
"The blocks surround a single square with the arrow pointed to the cross," replied Lilly.
"And the cross is in a square... That circle and the structures around it-" said Hannah, lining up the crudely drawn map onto a map of Fort Grumley, until the very center of the city district lined up, structures and all, with the map.
"SAINT MICHAEL'S!!" shouted Lilly.
"Indeed so, it all adds up, no one suspects a church for criminal activity, and the added space beneath this cathedral in particular would be useful for hiding underground activity and black market trade," said Skipper.
"Well? What in the cosmos are we waiting for?! Let's get to that church!" shouted Hannah.
"I'll be here guys, sorry I still can't operate, but I'll get you an eye in the sky," said Lilly, getting a remote powered spy cam out, and controlling its actions into her computer.
"It's fine, we'll be back soon, but keep watch," said Skipper.
"Thanks guys," said Lilly.
"No prob, come on boys, we have no time to kill!" shouted Hannah, belly-sliding out the door with her bullet-proof vest on.
Skipper, Kowalski, Private, and Rico soon followed behind. Getting their tools and weapons ready. Ready for who might be The Kid.
"Kathryn Dalton?" asked Lilly.
"No criminal record," replied Skipper.
"What if it's not an actual name, what if it's a nickname?" asked Private.
"That's the dumbest thing I've ever heard!! There's gotta be a real name!" shouted Skipper, slapping Private.
"Wait a minute, K.D..." said Lilly softly, typing on her computer's search engine the words: Bullet, Silver, and Antarctica.
A few minutes transpired between searching for James Bond films, and research labs, to one website in page four of the results: "Ft. Grumley Crime Records/Documents". Upon opening the page, the words she searched in the results were highlighted, and their suspect narrowed down. Hannah and Lilly both looked, wide-eyed and gaping at the screen.
"KING DEWEY!" they shouted in unison.
"So that's why they were all wearing silver somewhere on their bodies, it's a mark of the East Side Mob, led by notorious boss King Dewey," said Hannah.
"Who's King Dewey?" asked Private, getting promptly slapped by Skipper and Kowalski.
"King Dewey is the guy who outdid Al Capone, thief, murderer, manipulative, cold, family man, he's the godfather incarnate," stated Skipper with a certain reminiscing in his voice.
"You knew him?" asked Kowalski, with near shock to his accent.
"Knew? I'm marked by the East Side-" cooed Skipper, lifting a flipper and revealing a patch of silver flax and solder melted into the skin under his feathers.
"You were in the mob Skippah?!" shouted Private.
"No, just met the guy in a casino, offered me a few shots, and I said thanks, walk away, and I think it's over, right?" asked Skipper.
"Right!" shouted Rico.
"WROOONG! I caught the guy sealing a deal with one of his informants, telling each other about taking "Flathead out for a little ride!" and upon hearing that, I saw their loot: Thousands of pounds of Fort Grumley silver to be sent to Knox up in the U.S. When I saw the loot, BOOM! I was out, and woke up in a hotel with the mark and a few shot glasses by my side with a note: "Long live the King!" on the bedside nightstand," said Skipper.
"Damn... You survived the East Side Mob? Normally the King would have let his pawns dispose of anyone who even WINKS at their loot," said Lilly.
"The boys always move from hideout to hideout, the King Dewey always knows the cops are coming before they even place an arrest warrant," replied Hannah.
"Then it's settled, we track down this guy, but the question is, where is he?" asked Kowalski.
"Gais! Da mahp!!" shouted Rico, pointing at the paper they received from the mobsters.
"Wait a minute- The circle is a scope, the line running through it are crosshairs..." said Private, pointing at the map.
"The arrow is a direction of the target, with each rounded figure a block," added Kowalski.
"The blocks surround a single square with the arrow pointed to the cross," replied Lilly.
"And the cross is in a square... That circle and the structures around it-" said Hannah, lining up the crudely drawn map onto a map of Fort Grumley, until the very center of the city district lined up, structures and all, with the map.
"SAINT MICHAEL'S!!" shouted Lilly.
"Indeed so, it all adds up, no one suspects a church for criminal activity, and the added space beneath this cathedral in particular would be useful for hiding underground activity and black market trade," said Skipper.
"Well? What in the cosmos are we waiting for?! Let's get to that church!" shouted Hannah.
"I'll be here guys, sorry I still can't operate, but I'll get you an eye in the sky," said Lilly, getting a remote powered spy cam out, and controlling its actions into her computer.
"It's fine, we'll be back soon, but keep watch," said Skipper.
"Thanks guys," said Lilly.
"No prob, come on boys, we have no time to kill!" shouted Hannah, belly-sliding out the door with her bullet-proof vest on.
Skipper, Kowalski, Private, and Rico soon followed behind. Getting their tools and weapons ready. Ready for who might be The Kid.