Hawkes Bay Monster Hunters

Looking for Max? Always use Max!

“Magnum’s” third blog

Max has disappeared. Apparently, this in and of itself is not unusual, but he’s been gone for nearly a week and hasn’t taken his laptop with him, which is extremely strange. He’s not answering his cellphone and Rufus tells me this is human affairs and he’s not going to be of any help.

During this week, Jessica heads back to work with Rufus and the previously incarcerated Aldo has been released with an apology and came back to the club rooms.

We have a quick look at the computer, but we don’t have the skills required to get into it, and we’ve currently got no other leads. I met a guy while looking for Rufus. Funnily enough, his name was Max as well, but he was a…interesting…fellow. But handy in a number of situations. I give him a call and transfer $10,000 for his services in helping us look for our Max.

He quickly finds an email indicating that old Max is off to look for the serial killer werewolf as he has Max’s sister, that old Max had no idea he had, and she matches the killing profile. We’re led to an internet cafe.

I stride in and find a very self important fool manning the front desk. I show my FBI badge and the picture of Max and ask if he’s seen him and what computers he normally used. Instead of answering a simple question, he demands that I provide a search warrant in the “guise” of protecting his clients confidentially. It’s a public space!

I’m loathe to keep calling on the Corporation for help and the thought crossed my mind that we access the place at night and simply avoid the idiot and troubling the Corporation altogether, but a phone call later and Agent Jeff has a search warrant ready in about an hour.

We get access to the computers and find a bank account with $25,000 in it and $5,000 withdrawn five days ago and the address of where the money was withdrawn. There is also an email there set to go out to the media should old Max not return to log in and place it on hold each fortnight. I get new Max to hold it for the moment as its release could prove troublesome for the Corporation and Rufus in particular, whom I hold in high regard.

We head over to the petrol station where the money was withdrawn, and since Kilo and Ten are off on a bonding fishing trip, there is only four of us, so we take my car rather than the clapped out van the boys have.

The guy pumping gas doesn’t recognise the photo, but the other worker does. In fact, he sold him his motorbike for $5,000. He started explaining what it was but I got lost at Harley. Aldo had a clever idea to use the camera on the money machine to see if we could find old Max, and it was a short leap from there to get Agent Jeff to use the lights cameras to track old Max at each intersection.

We tracked him to Los Angeles and then in between sets of lights, he disappeared.

We spent a few days looking through side alleys, warehouses and knocking on doors, but had little luck. In the mean time, I had new Max utilise some of his contacts and try and find us some things from the black markets. I bank rolled the exercise, and he searched. he did find an extremely powerful shotgun for Jasper, but so far has not found the right rifle for himself.

Jasper and Aldo managed to find the bike old Max bought and has hidden between dumpsters. It was incredibly well hidden since it hadn’t been stolen already. It was then that Jasper and Aldo noticed somebody watching us while driving very slowly. Aldo thought it looked like a werewolf that Ten and Kilo had killed.

Jasper called a family called the Partingtons and they confirmed that this werewolf was not actually dead, and had resumed his search for the serial killer dubbed “The Silver Fox” by old Max. Jasper was able to get a contact number out of them and I called him. Nothing like going back to my cold calling roots.

He was understandably cagey, but we agreed to meet in a restaurant up town. We got there, but it was of the calibre I used to frequent back before the real world took over my life. This was an issue because I was the only one dressed well enough to get in. Thankfully, there was a shop lower down the building that could help. I took the boys there and gave the poor, long suffering assistant ten minutes to get everybody suitably attired. I simply left my card there and returned upstairs to ensure that our meeting was not derailed by simple clothing.

Our…man…was there and we made small talk till the guys made their way back, about fifteen minutes later. Great work from the assistant and I made a mental note to go and thank him for his exemplary service.

We traded notes, what little we had and came to the conclusion that we could try and help each other, as long as Ten and Kilo weren’t involved. This could get challenging, but at the very least, I would be able to text him. It was something.

The Silver Fox had changed his M.O. He was now apparently trying to create an army, and so far, appears to have failed. There are bodies showing up that are dying from a simple bite, which matches what we’re finding.

With nothing else to go on, unfortunately, our only option is apparently to wait for another murder. I’m not sure how to get myself comfortable with this method of investigative work. Maybe Ten can provide another avenue when he and Kilo arrive…

Puff goes the crew
Max tells it like it is

So there we were looking into the missing guards.
I was on second shift watching the crew on the monitor. Use the force had found a Egyptian tablet we were to find.
Just as I was telling young Skywalker not to touch it he goes to touch it and puff both team members disappeared.

Well shit. I wake up the others and direct them to where my team puffed into non existentance .
Bad thing about that was nearly as soon as they got to that area they disappeared too.

Well shit. I rang everyone even the Corp they even managed to say uh. So I sat and waited and about an hour passed and pop out popped the crew.

They had been in a fight with zombies and mental man had been possessed by a angle.

Well as I said this would be my last mission for the corp. It funny how things work out . It’s my last mission but it’s not ending how I thought it would.

Magic all around the world...or at least, Egypt

“Magnum’s” second blog

There wasn’t much to see while doing the rounds. I’ve little skill in investigating crime scenes or even museums, but thankfully I had Tennessee and Kilo along and they were not able to see anything obviously amiss either.

Other than not talking to the Curator during the day (time obviously got away from me), we covered all the bases. Set up all the motion sensor equipment, heat sensors etc. All this was linked back to the video feeds and worked perfectly. We then set up two groups of three to work in shifts throughout the night so that each group would get some rest.

Both the Head of Security and the Curator asked us to keep an eye out for a tablet in the Egyptian wing that was actually supposed to be in the Greek wing. With a photo of it and a translation provided, we promised to keep an eye out.

I drew Tennessee and Jasper, so we had a good covering of people. I ended up on video watch, but as I had little to offer on the ground, this proved the right decision. Prior to watches being taken, I nipped out to the car and grabbed my duffell bag with my ghost hunting equipment in it as well, just in case, and after giving the others a crash course, they took it with them on their rounds.

Nothing happened on my watch, but I was woken by Max as he lost his two partners from the video feeds about three hours into his shift.

Luckily with the clever set up of the additional equipment we organised, Max knew exactly where Jessica and Kilo were when they disappeared. It looked suspiciously like the tablet we were asked to look for was the focal point of the vanishings.

I grabbed my ghost hunting gear and went with Tennessee and Jasper to check the area out while Max maintained video and communications links from the security office. None of the equipment was showing any indications of things amiss, so cautiously, I attached the EMF to a selfie stick and moved it closer to the tablet so I didn’t go past the velvet cord…

…which proved a mistake.

Immediately, I blacked out. Apparently, so did Tennessee and Jasper. We woke up in the hot sands of a gladiatorial arena, in what looked like Egypt. And there was somebody speaking loudly, saying they were glad there might finally be somebody worthy. No idea how we understood them, but there was a Pharaoh yelling at us.

The sands started to shake and, people, crawled out and moved towards us. They were clearly dead and shambling towards us at a slow, but determined shuffle. Reflex took over and bullets started to fly.

Kilo bravely stood his ground, surrounded by numerous zombies (what else could they be?), allowing the rest of us to get away and focus on shooting them down. It took a few moments, but I finally realised that he didn’t need to do this, but by this time, he was surrounded and struggling to hold his own as he was overwhelmed by sheer weight of numbers.

The others followed my lead and moved and shoot, never staying still long enough for the zombies to catch us. I destroyed the legs of one attacking me, and it continued to pulled itself towards me using only its arms, so I focused on another one, knowing the first one would be unlikely to get close to me.

I had handed Jasper my larger SMG and he was using it fairly effectively, mowing through multiple zombies at once. I might just have to make sure he has one of them on him at all times. Seems prudent to make sure I’m surrounded my well equipped hunters if we are going to be doing this long term.

The last of the zombies went down and Kilo was laying down, covering by two zombies. Thankfully, they weren’t moving either, so I rushed over and rolled them off, frantically administering first aid. He kept breathing and even woke up, so I must have done something right.

While I was doing that, the Pharaoh walked down the steps and into the arena. It looked like he wanted to fight us as well. God only knows why. We had no idea what we were doing there and in really bad shape from the zombies.

It was at this point that Jasper spoke. His voice was different and his eyes glowed white. Definitely something strange going on there. However, he called us over and somehow, a wave of energy (it’s the only way I can describe it) passed over us and we were all fully healed. It was a strange sensation, but one I could get very used to.

The lights went off and Jasper looked more than a little confused, and the Pharaoh approached more rapidly than should really be possible. Our guns were raised in self defense, but they were never needed.

The Pharaoh simply told us we were unworthy, and to a man (woman in Jessica’s case), we simply agreed and started bowing to him. He seemed…disappointed. He ordered us to grab him food and turned to go back to his throne.

Jasper glowed again.

What followed was a horrific argument, of which, being (hopefully) mind controlled by the Pharaoh, I considered extremely rude by Jasper. Well, James. Apparently, when his eyes glow, his schizophrenia responds to James.

At the end of it, James demanded the Pharaoh sleep for a time and I blinked. And in the next breath, I was back in the museum, along with the rest. James had the tablet in his hands and simply crushed a solid marble tablet into dust between his hands.

He told us that would lock the Pharaoh (James called him Khufu, who apparently had the Pyramid of Giza built) where he was and nobody else would be troubled by him again. I was happy to take him at his word. Didn’t see any other way of resolving the situation. Also seemed to have a ancient solid gold coin in my hand. In fact, we ALL did.

I had the Curator look into mine and he told me it was from about 500 BC and extremely valuable. since we had just crushed an ancient tablet, probably also extremely valuable, I gifted the coin to the Museum in recompense.

The trip back involved a team debrief to ensure we all told the Corporation the same thing and the trip was uneventful other than that. Well, I DID offer to privately fund the group rather than have us continue to work for the Corporation, if that was preferable (my broker left a message informing that a large deal had been successful and I was a very wealthy man again…although not at the same level as when I was working of course).

Back in Charming, the Corporation had a man turn up to debrief us. Apparently, he was the normal handler, and seemed fairly new to the supernatural element as our carefully crafted story was accepted with a suitable level of surprise and shock, but no disbelief.

Turns out in the time we took to deal with this case, there has been a complete overhaul of the Corporation. Being a government department, this caused me a sizable level of consternation, but at this point, I’ll believe it when I see it, and my personal offer will stand. Still, since it was Rufus organising it, I’ll trust him still and see where this leads.

Jazz's totally corporation safe diary

Number of dead people who talked to me: None, cause I don’t hear voices cause that would be weird.

Well that was a reinvigorating break before our next mission. The lovely corporation we work for gave us a laid back debriefing that went rather well I thought. They were very reasonable about our actions with the Partingtons, and decided to bring Carlos and Aldo in for some therapy to deal with stress issues.

They gave us a couple of replacement hunters who I’m sure will be a magnificent stand-in. One of them has a really flash car, which is unusual for a hunter I believe.

In the meantime we’ve been given our next assignment. Night guards are going missing at the Smithsonian and they need someone to work out what is happening to them. So far there is no clues but we are setting up our surveillance and hope to have this one sorted efficiently.

I am a big fan of the corporation that pays my wage and am very happy to be working for them. And if they’re hacking in to my computer to read this diary, I’m okay with that too.

Why are we working for them?
Goodbye Woodchuck and the other one.

Well well well where do i start?

we get a knock at the door apparently, i would have no idea i was fast asleep thinking i had definitely secured a horrible death for the Partingtons.

And we were given a phone and asked to go into separate rooms and answer many questions.
This is the corporations version of a debrief…..OK i’m not liking these “Debrief’s” we get yelled at or interrogated.

After a wile we get put in our lounge and all out weapons taken off us not that we had them with us they were safely tucked away in our rooms.

After a bit some suits turn up and try to cuff Woodchuck and the other one and drag them away for more interrogation – not to happy about this but we let it happen.

After a few days we are told they are locked away for life due to some Miss truth’s – HARSH

so now i’m thinking do i want to work for a place that gives you no human rights, locks you away for life, i’m thinking not.

So i’m on my last mission with The Corp it is involving some missing Guards in the Smithsonian, the Egypt section , mummy’s maybe?

A strange thing happened on my way to the museum

“Magnum’s” first blog

It was early. God, way to early. Still, good impressions must be made. I grabbed my nearest Armani suit, slid on the loafers, smoothed out the hair, brushed teeth, swiped on some moisturiser, sprayed a little CK1 on and was ready.

Rufus said we’re going to meet the team he is mentoring. Apparently their missions haven’t been going quite so well and we’re needed there to assist with the debrief.

Charming is NOT my sort of place. Still, I could make something of the one bar there I’m sure.

We get to a clubhouse and are greeted by a heavily bearded man wearing what can only be described as…shudder…flannel. At 7:30 in the morning. Who does that? All he did was look at Rufus, say yep and walked back inside, allowing us to see ourselves in. That he was scratching himself with a hatchet didn’t bode well for civilised conversation.

Each of us was to watch over a member of the other party in separate rooms (outside the door for privacy of course) while they went through a debrief over the phone. I somehow got lumped with the flannel wearing cro-magnon.

It was quick so clearly there wasn’t too much discussed.

Rufus, however, looked concerned. I’ve got to find out how he knows stuff before everybody else. It’s uncanny. Useful, but weird.

The other group are asked to leave their weapons to one side, which they reacted a little badly too. Not sure I blame them, since this is their base, but it looks like things are going to go badly.

The Corporation turn up about four hours later and immediately arrested Carlos (apparently flannel man has a name) and the silent one, Aldo. Let’s just say that there was an interesting mix of frustration from some and a shrug of the shoulders from others. This group seems a little divided.

Rufus called me and Jessica aside.

“I need you two to help out this group for a while. I can’t really spare you, but these are good people, and they need you more than I do.”

Rufus is a good man, and I trust his judgement so I stay in the clubhouse. It’s more than a little awkward, but needs must.

We get a job as well. That’ll actually help break the ice. Some guards have been going missing from the museum. We need to find out what’s happening. It’s a long drive, but with the gear we’re toting around, flying isn’t going to be possible, so I opt for the comfort of my own car. No way I’m travelling in a seventies era shaggin’ wagon with five other men. Can you imagine the smell?

Oddly enough, as soon as I got to my car and the others saw what it was, Jasper couldn’t get into the passengers seat fast enough. Still, he made good company.

Arrived in DC and called into the FBI office as requested and met the Director. He knows we’re not really agents and who we’re actually working for (so he clearly knows more than we do at this point). He simply asked that we treat the badges we’re carrying around with respect and don’t bring his agency into disrepute and solve this odd mystery. A cordial and polite meeting and I intend to do the mans request justice.

We’ve been booked into a hotel with adjoining rooms, so we retire there for the night. Jessica seems to be getting some attention from the others. It’s like they haven’t seen a real live woman for some time. In fact…that’s actually probably EXACTLY what it is. Still, she can take care of herself. She’ll be fine.

The meeting with the head of security is in the morning. We are expected, so we get ushered straight in and sit down. The man is genuinely concerned about the missing guards, one of whom even trained him when he started years ago.

Max, Jasper and Jessica spent most of the day on the surveillance equipment while Tennessee, Kilo and I had a long discussion with head of security. The issues are happening in the Egyptian wing. Two guards on each night over two nights have turned up for work and never signed out, not being heard from again.

There apparently has been no sign of anybody coming or going other than the guards and they chow up on security footage till 1 am the first night and 5 am the second. This is all confirmed by Max, Jasper and Jessica later, after they finished reviewing the footage.

There are currently no guards for this wing at the moment until we solve the mystery. Extra security doors have been added and we’re welcome to set up as we see fit.

I take Tennessee and Kilo for a look around the Egyptian wing while the others examine the footage. We’ll get set up shortly.

This one time, at Gauntanamo

Carlos’ journal 8

We made it back to the club house, had a day to chill and catch up on sleep.

Next morning, nice and early, Rufus shows up with a bunch of people. I let them in and he introduces them as his hunting gang.

Apparently, he’s here to go through our debrief with us. So I go get everybody up and we meet in the lounge…aaaannndddd then we all have to go into separate rooms to answer our phones and do our debriefs individually. Could have just stayed in our rooms, and in Max’s case, probably slept in since we were literally phoning the debrief in.

The conversation is fairly basic, and I cover what’s asked. Everything that’s applicable is relayed back to the government and I hang up, head into the kitchen and grab breakfast.

As the others file, Aldo looks a little p*ssed off, but doesn’t say too much. Rufus looks really concerned though and asks us to make sure we leave all our weapons on the bench and as soon as they are there, they get bagged and tagged and stuffed in a locker.

“What? What’s going on here?”

So the debriefing went south from the looks of it because the Corporation is coming directly to the clubhouse to clear sh*t up and they don’t want us with our weapons in case we get violent. Yeah, doesn’t sound promising.

They must have flown in because it takes them about four hours to get there. Nothing like waiting impatiently, knowing that sh*t is about to get bad and not being able to do anything about it.

The government suits walk right in and our handler points at me and Aldo.

“Arrest them.”

I stand up in shock.

“What the f*ck?!”

So working as consultants for a secret government department apparently comes with zero human rights. At least I managed to avoid having the cuffs slapped on, but I’m shipped off to a detention block and that’s it.

God knows where and no f*cking idea how I’m getting out of here or even why I’m really here since I’m confident I have done everything I needed to.

“Well. Sh*t!”

Werewolf Serial Killer

Number of dead people who talked to me: 0

We were tasked with finding a Werewolf serial killer in a Texas town. While there we met a secretive family, that upon investigation, turned out to be Werewolves. These Partingtons weren’t the ones killing the girls though, and were just as keen to see the stray killer caught.

We staked out the club where the girls were last seen and had very little luck, though Max went home with a nice gentleman.

Their security cameras weren’t much good either, so Max and I fixed it up for them.

Max suggested that we use a Partington to sniff them out at the door, but we realised that if he could smell the killer, the killer would likewise smell our scout.

Carlos then had the idea to refine the plan, putting the sniffer on the inside while one of us stood guard at the door to grab whoever was smelt.

It didn’t go exactly to plan when the Werewolf that arrived was a new one, neither a local nor the serial killer. Ten and Kilo chased him down but he turned on them and they were forced to kill him. Not that we should be too cut up about that, we are monster hunters after all.

We took the body to the Partingtons and they said it was a hunter from another tribe. We found a photo of the killer on him, and it was none other than Max’s new boyfriend.

We shot round to his hotel room only to find he had done a runner. He did leave us a lovely note congratulating us on getting so close. Did seem a bit like he was teasing us though, cause Max only got close cause he asked Max back to his apartment.

Trial by fire

Kilo and I, after cooling our heels for a couple of extra days after the Skinwalker-that-turned out-to-be-a-peeping-Tom Dad debacle, get the call to join the group in Tx. By the time we get there, we’re on stake out duty outside a pretty ordinary nightclub. Man, I thought my hometown was trailer. Anyway, with our brief confined to reports of a number of disappearances in this town, where all the victims are young blond women, with the same MO – mutilated and dumped at various points around town.

Night one draws a blank, but after a mini pow wow with what I guess are my new work buddies, it transpires that there’s a rich family by the name of Partington out here, that keep themselves to themselves, especially during the full moon. Now they could just be lunatics, but they say a rogue “Mutt” werewolf is responsible for the killings. If that doesn’t ring the walks-like-a-duck, quacks-like-a-duck bell, I dunno what does.

Anyways yall, I didn’t get too much time to pontificate on this newly discovered subculture. Night two has me and Kilo on stakeout again, when we get the heads up that a newcomer who “smells funny” according to the local canine gentry, has tripped the net at the nightclub and is walking away from the scene. We get the trail, so to speak and I go on foot, while Kilo does circuits. I get close enough to call to the feller – he ain’t interested. I close a little to let him know I’d like a word friendly like, and he pulls some right bestial shit, right in front of me. At this point, I’m not debating the good dog/bad dog issue, he bolts, I shoot. We’re hunters after all. Long story short, 8 rounds of Winchester White box 230gr hollow points and a nudge from the Escalade was what it took to take him down. Wrecked the rental and the locals weren’t impressed.

But like I said – I’m not making distinctions between good dogs and bad dogs here. Uncle Sam, or rather shifty ole Uncle Hoover, gave me a job to do. Now it seems, I need bigger guns to do it.

So close yet so far
Max tells it like it is

We enlist the help of two of the rich family (cant remember their name ped / part / pop /ington) to sniff out this mut we are after. They do their job he is at the night club but they fear he can smell them too so they leave.
I spend the next two hours trying to narrow do who it could be with little success.

At the end of the night a man whom i thought could have been the target comes up to me and invites me back to hotel for a night cap. Still suspicious i go with him and try to see if i could gather some information about him. as it turns out that is what we both were doing.
I left his company before i became totally blind drunk somewhat satisfied that he was not our target.

The next night i was on surveillance duties watching the patrons at the night club. Trying to see anything out of the ordinary. Next think i know Use the force Luke and Hand Cannon had brought back a dead body in the back of our FBI car that had some new ventilation put in to it. Telling us this normal looking dead guy was a werewolf. We take him to ped/ part / pop/ ingtons to see if he is dead dead and what to do next. It turns out this guy was stalking the killer and the killer was the guy that took me back to his hotel.

Off to the hotel and have a look around and he had left me a letter " Well done Max for being the closest to capturing me than anyone yet" AH SHIT.

So he had gone we guessed left the city to go somewhere else with no clue to where he was going. So we chalked this up to experience.

Back to the club house i type up an email to the corporation about the very possible werewolves in Texas and where to find them. That will learn them for not turning me.


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