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"My apologies for not coming to class last week. I had a feeling none of you would have appreciated me sharing a particularly nasty virus. I am glad to see that you're all alive and well after the rain nonsense and Seely and Z running last week's class.

Let's move on. Most of you will know this week's villain if only by reputation alone. There is debate as to whether the case files of Sherlock Holmes are fact or fiction and whether Sir Arthur Conan Doyle wrote them or if they were, in fact, passed on to Conan Doyle by Doctor John Watson, the narrator of the stories. To avoid any charges of defamation, let's assume they're fictional.

In Holmesian fashion, this week you will have to solve the mystery, track down your opponent before you can defeat them. Keep in mind that this week's topic is the evil genius and that in the evil genius you will often meet your match. Don't fall into their trap without a plan."

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Upon arrival, a drunk staggered out the door and bumped into you. He slurred something incomprehensible and was on his way before you had a chance to say anything. The inside of the tavern was smokey and seedy and had the strong stench of something that's probably best not to ask about.

Shadowy tables with card games and drinking and murmured dealings littered the floor. There was a dart board and a pool table in place for the patrons who could still stand up properly.

"Allo. What'll it be?" the bartender boomed. He was probably the best man to point you in the direction of who you were looking for.

Feel free to mod your surroundings, the patrons and the bartender.

Pippi was about to order a stout when she suddenly seemed to remember something.

The law of tv murder mysteries states that the man who bumped into a moment ago must have been the murderer!

She checks her pockets for anything that's been added or taken.

Hamlet patted himself down after the drunk bumped into him. There didn't seem to be anything missing from or added to his pockets, but he still watched where the drunken man wandered off to down the street.

Heading inside, he avoided the other patrons, and headed straight for the bartender in the center of the room. The sickly smell of the place made him want to cough.

"Good evening. There was a man here the other night," he said to the bartender, giving a decent description of the victim. "Did you see him talking to anyone, or going anywhere with someone?"

The bartender was cleaning a glass that didn't seem to want to be cleaned. He thought carefully about what he was being told. "Chas is his name. I don't want any trouble y'hear? I have an establishment to run. My customers rely on my discretion."

"I understand, sir," Hamlet said to the bartender, still trying to avoid the stares of the other drinkers in the bar. "The man in question was murdered last night, and our only goal in being here is to bring his killer to justice. Do you know where we could find this Chas?"

"Afraid I can't help you, sir," the bartender replied. "But," he lowered his voice. "Those lads there in the corner often leave with him of a night. Shouldn't be long now, in fact. But I wouldn't get involved if I were you. Word has it they're in with Moriarty."

The bartender may have proclaimed that he went for discretion, but he was really a gossipmonger.

Hamlet nodded, taking in that information. A run in with Professor Moriarty was something that he was going to have to chance.

"Thank you for your help," he replied in the same lowered tone.

After buying a couple of shots, he directed Inspector Lestrade over to a table in a darkened corner ~~because every fictional bar has a table in a darkened corner~~, and watched the group out of the corner of his eye until they stood up to go.

Lestrade followed, doing his best to keep a low profile. The men at the nearby table chatted quietly enough to not be heard other than a few snippets. Eventually, they stood and left, headed for the docks.

Hamlet waited three beats after the gang had left the pub, and then stood up and motioned for Inspector Lestrade to follow him. He wondered wait sort of thing would be waiting for them down at the docks.

Lestrade joined Hamlet until they reached the docks and saw them enter the warehouse. He stopped short. "There's no telling what Moriarty has waiting in there. Hold back, I'll gather my men and we'll go in."

Of course, it was probably going to be too late by then, but Lestrade was already gone.

"Hey, buddy, how are you?" Peter asked. "I'll have a Coke."

That statement led the bartender to give Peter a name and street corner where he could buy some drugs.

The rest of his investigation inside the pub went a bit better, especially after he gave a drunk a wedgie as a show of force.

He couldn't believe that he gave a holographic person a wedgie.

Novice's Guide to Villains and Villainy - Week 9, Period 3

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