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

[color=f7941d]"...Remind me to give an A on your next assignement, Herr Günther..."[/color] Arthur said out between his heavy breaths, having done something he though he'd never do again in his entire life; climbing. Those intense minutes before their escape had really sharpened Arthur's senses, to an extent that he turned his head towards any kind of moment, even figures that could only have been his imagination, those black figures that always lurked in the corner of one's eyes. These though didn't dissappeare as soon as you saw them, these remained for a second and stared back at you, before vanishing with a blink. 

Their escape had been a narrow one indeed; Emil had barely managed to open the stuck window when the second loud banging on the door began, and then they were outside. Emil had climbed down first, quickly followed by Arthur just as the door burst open and they could hear someone shout [color=2e3192]"Police!"[/color]. The soft snow underneath did it's job to easen the last bit of fall, even though Arthur's old body still felt the impact. He cursed under his breath, trying to keep quiet until the coast was clean. 

A few second later the figure that had stared out of the window and proved to be August, [i]Private Snoop and Marxist[/i], disappeared and left the two men alone outside in the snow. [color=f7941d]"Seems that I should head to my office, before their find it suspicious not to find me there. You should head to your room, Herr Günther, and think about all of this. We've done enough for now, but we need to get back into Atkins' office, preferably without them snooping around. Quick, before we're seen together."[/color]

Arthur got back onto his feet, wiped the snow of his clothes and quickly jogged (another thing he hadn't done for years) back around the building and eventually to his office. The letter was still in his pocket, and he took it out as he sat down at his desk, lighting a pipe and reading the content again. [color=f7941d]"F.D. ... Arkham Sanitarium...Maybe I should attend one of the Psychology's field-trips to the mad-house after all?"[/color]

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

[color=2e3192]"Police!"[/color]

The room was as empty as negro's pocket, and just as much a mess as their hair. Whoever had been here, had left by now, seen as August came  back without anything to say from the window. The look that Barry saw August have as he scanned the room said it all; this had just become far more complicated. [color=2e3192]"Shit, thing are never as simple as they seem, are they? Take a look around; if someone took the time to check through this mess, it must mean that there is something of importance here. I'll take that permission of yours, Dr. Dupree, if you don't mind."[/color]

But what the hell was he supposed to look for? Papers? Shit, this institution didn't contain anything BUT papers! Books? Ever more books than papers. Clues? Well what kind of clues does a alleged suicide-victim - if it even was a suicide - leave behind? These thoughts bothered Barry heavily, until he stumbled upon something. At first it was just, well more paper and shit like everything fucking else in that office, but Barry's gut told him that this had been dropped just recently. By the intruders maybe?

[color=2e3192]"Well what is this? [i]My strange days in Belgian Kongo[/i]...How long is it since Dr. Atkin's was in Africa, Dr. Dupree?"[/color]

[i][center][h2]...?...[/h2]

There hadn't been much time. The two men had exited through the window just before they came into the room. They looked for It, It that belonged to them, something that would help them more than anything else in the universe. But they couldn't find It, this room was too full of all these papers and books, and they had too little time. 

They left the same way as they came in, somewhere they couldn't be seen or caught, at least not fully comprehencible. 

Then the door was kicked in and two more men entered. It would seem that more than just a professor and a young student was looking for It as well. Too bad they would all die in the process. Everyone who didn't worship It or Him would perish in a blaze of the apocolyptic return of the Great One; The Deep One, The Master, Him. 

They would all submit or die.  [/center][/i]