To the Museum

Friday Afternoon, June 6

Following up on the mummy lead (phoned through by Sledge from New Caledonia), Mort, Vince, Ebony and Juan headed off the the Penn Museum (The University of Pennsylvania Museum of Archaeology and Anthropology) and to the Egyptian section.

They spent a few hours checking out the displays. There were four mummies there. All were behind Plexiglas. Two were in closed sarcophagi, and two visible in their wrappings. All the Plexiglas cases had key-locks, and were openable from the inside. The whole area was surveilled by mounted security cameras. Plus a few security guards.
The curator of this section was a Doctor Imelda Hyde.

Mort made an appointment to see her on Monday.

Friday Night

Ebony and Vince went to the rendezvous spot to meet up with Mina at midnight, by the battleship. They had nothing to report. Neither did she.

Saturday Morning, June 7

Mort got a call from the coroner. There had been another murder that morning around 3am (third murder). A homeless guy this time. As before, the body had been drained again, but had no wounds (presumably healed) , and there was lots of spatter. It was within a few blocks of the previous ones.

Mort met with the coroner and, in his capacity as mortician, volunteered to help. Unfortunately, Mort was rather keen, and when he blew up the cadaver's lungs, as in *blew* them up with his mouth, they exploded with a meaty pop, like over-full balloons, and spattered all over the walls of the morgue.
He was asked to leave. Although, he did manage to steal the scrapings of some fibres from under one of the cadaver's finger-nails.

Sunday Morning, June 8

Mort got another call from the Coroner: There had been another murder; a prostitute. This was the fourth murder. She had been killed and her blood was missing, but no spatter.

Mort sent out feelers into his Occult network, asking for experts on mummies "The Risen", via email, Google+ and Facebook.

"Don't you know the Mages run the internet?" quipped Theo, dryly.

"Well I have a password for Occult Usenet," said Mort. "I'll use that."

Late Sunday afternoon, Sledge Hammer arrived back in Philly, after his expedition to New Caledonia.

Sunday Evening

Mort got Oberon's number off one of his girls (who's number he got off Juan Direction).
Mort phoned him, that day after dark, and the conversation went like this:
Oberon, the vampire: "Hello"
Mort: "We'd like your help"
"Who is this?"
"Mort Tetian. We work with Mina"
"Why did you phone me?!"
"We want your help"
"Why should I help you, you prick? I have nothing to do with Mina."
"Well, if you don't, there will be trouble."
"You threatening me?"
"No. But there will be trouble."
There was a pause, then Oberon said, his voice deathly cold
"Better you hope I don't see you again."
"Bring it on, fang boy"