[center][h2][color=2e3192]Inspector Barry Lexington[/color][/h2][/center]

[u][i]"I'll even help you look around, afterall four eyes are better then two, eh? Be like the old days.” He paused a moment and took a drag off his now dying cigarette. “Hell, you could even question the Professor here along the way-you know, two krauts with one grenade so to speak.”[/i][/u]

[color=2e3192]"Like the old days..."[/color] Barry let those words float through his mind for the few moments, tasting its meaning in his mouth. [i]Dirt, blood, perhaps a smell of German sauerkraut fresh in the pot...[/i]It had been years since he came back from the War, but August's words put him right back there, standing beside Augus fighting for their lives. It brough a smile to his face [color=2e3192]"You know what, that's not such a bad idea, buddy. You're still sharp as ever, perhaps why we still talk about you down at the station. Dr. Dupree, lead the way!"[/color] Barry said with a cheerful tone, reaching out his hand and gesturing Dr. Dupree to take the lead. It was then that Barry saw the look in August's eyes; they needed to talk later. Barry froze for a second, before breaking free from the moment and finding himself walking beside Dr. Dupree.

He pulled out a small notepad and a pen, and began writing the date, place and possible victim. [i]Thursday, January 19th, '25. Miskatonic University. Victim; Doctor/professor...[/i]

[color=2e3192]"So Dr. Dupree, I have to ask about the victim. He was a teacher here, a colleague? Does he have a name? Did he show any signs of depression? Anger? Madness? Was he in danger of being sacked, any reason at all for him to have jumped off that tower?"[/color] Barry asked Dr. Dupree in a calm voice, systematically asking the next question in a reasonable pace, ready to write down anything that his witness said. They had walked through a corridor, presumably leading down towards the teacher's offices and quarters, Barry had been there before, but in a completely different case. In the distance he could make out [u][b]Dr. Howard Atkins. Department of Ancient Cults & Practices.[/b][/u] 

[color=2e3192]"...Or more puzzling, even to me; how is it that he made it up on top of the monument? To my knowledge, the only way to get up there is to climb up using a ladder from the upper parts of the tower, but when I saw it just a few moments ago, the snow lying there had not been disturbed, and no ladders on the outside either."[/color]

[center][h2][color=f7941d]Dr. Arthur Steiner[/color][/h2][/center]

Arthur had found only little of interest, but nothing solid. The only thing he'd think of looking at was a file labelled "[i]My strange days in Belgian Kongo[/i]", but before he could look properly at them, Emil caught his attention. [color=f7941d]"What did you find?"[/color]

It was an envelope, an awfully ordinary envelope, but not the kind that Howard Atkins normally used to send letters. Arthur refrained from taking the letter, rather letting Emil hold it while he himself simple looked at it. [color=f7941d]"To F.D..."[/color] Arthur's face went blank, utter emptiness as his mind raced back and forth after information. [i]F.D...who could that be? Is it even a person?[/i] He looked up at Emil once last time, before gently pulling the letter out of his hands, and opening it. Arthur's eyes raced up and down the letter as he quickly read it. His empty look turned into a look of confusion, looking at Emil again and then back at the letter. 

[color=f7941d]"Dear F. D. 

As you yourself wrote, I do not know you. I have no recollection of having ever met, spoken or seen you in all my life, which is why I am writing this letter as a matter of fact. Your claims of having met me at a young age is absurd, as a person of your personality would certainly caught me attention and stuck in my mind. 

What intrigues me is your presice, too presice descriptions of events in my life that you in no other way could know. How do you know me? When did you last see me? How do you know of Sealed Tomb of the Great Azatoth? And why are you warning me of my imminent death? 

I need answers, F. D. Meet me in my office at Miskatonic University, Saturday 22th of this month. 

Yours sincerly, 
Dr. Howard Atkins. 

Ps. To those reading this letter, make sure that whoever wrote that letter to me, never gets out of Arkham Sanaterium. How in God's name did this letter even get out of there and into my hands?"[/color]

Arthur was puzzled to say the least. He would have begun rambling about those maniacs that littered the world these days, when he heard voices coming from the other side of the office door. [color=f7941d]"Damn, they were faster than I expected. Quick, Herr Günther, we must hide."[/color]