<hr/><div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/a/ac/600full-kenneth-branagh.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Tommy Flanagan (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=200832.msg9819558#msg9819558)<br/><strong>Faction:</strong>None<br/><strong>Date:</strong>May 20, 1876<br/><strong>Time of Day:</strong>afternoon<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Babel's Tower, Private Room<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Walker, CLOSED<br/><hr/><br/><br/>Tommy took a long drag on his cigarette, the end glowing bright red from the influx of air. He held the smoke in for a few seconds and then blew out a perfect smoke ring.<em>Dammit, this was how rumors got started.</em>"I have never had sex with a Chinese man," he stated flatly.<em>There, that ought to clear things up.</em><br/><br/>And then there it was. Manitous. Or Jokers, if you wanted a term that was a little easier to get a handle on. No less terrifying though. Tommy had been introduced forcefully to the Jokers less than a year ago and had maintained an uneasy but largely cordial relationship with them since. It's what had gotten him the ticket to this place, and so it wasn't surprisingly that sooner or later that bill was going to come due. It sounded like what Walker was talking about was right in the wheelhouse of what Tommy had been sent here to look into. That didn't do much to settle down his suddenly churning gut.<br/><br/>Payment or not, it's what he had signed on to do. Too bad he didn't know the first thing about how to do it.<br/><br/>"So we've got a manitou problem, do we? Well, we oughta be able to clear that up right quick. You've come to the right man, chief. But just between you and me, let's not let that spread out too far, all right? Some of my people don't take kindly to the kind of work I do, necessary though it might be. I'm sure you understand." He wracked his brains for what he knew about Jokers, not coming up with much. Book learning hadn't been his forte. Silver bullets? Holy water? Garlic? Tabasco sauce? How the hell was he supposed to know? He could play cards with the evil sons of bitches, but he sure didn't know how to hunt one down and put it out of business.<br/><br/>"This is the kind of thing I deal with all the time. It'll help to have another pair of hands, though. So saddle up, chief. Let's go have a chat with this eyewitness of yours and see what we're dealing with. We've also gotta make a stop by the church. And maybe the general store."<br/><br/>