Meanwhile, in Chicago….
In the office of Luther Cross, Director of Tattered Wings Investigations;
Debbie Meyers shifted her book bag straps on her shoulder and slid her left hand into the pocket of her faded denim jeans. She pulled out her monthly commuter pass and slid the card into a slot in the turnstile's card-reader. The electronic display turned from red to green and with a satisfying *ka-chink*, released the lock on the turnstile. Once she stepped passed the rotating bar, she plucked the card from the slot on the exit side of the turnstile. Her companion, Professor Kaitlin Jones, was digging frantically through her purse for her own commuter pass.
The low, steady hum of the approaching train changed in pitch as the air brakes were applied. “Come on, Professor!” Debbie called impatiently. "We're going to miss it."
“Ah ha!” Kate exclaimed in triumph. “Got it.” She waved her hand dismissively at her teaching assistant. “Go on up, Deb. I'll be through in a second.”
Debbie turned and trotted up the stairs to the platform. Above her, the sound of the train hissed to a stop.
Dr. Kate slid the card into the reader, and stepped forward. Instead of turning green and releasing the lock, the display flashed red, and spat the card back. Kate winced in pain as she slammed her thighs against the unyielding bar. Swearing an oath under her breath, she retrieved the card and flipped it over.
This time it worked, and a moment later, Doctor Kaitlyn Jones was pushing through the turnstile and running up the stairs as fast as she could. From the platform above, she could hear the sound of the pneumatic doors opening on the train.
Debbie was already standing in the doorway of the train, watching anxiously as her teacher came running up the stairs. She waved in encouragement. “Hurry up, Doctor Kate!”
Three steps from her goal, Kate heard the hiss of the automated doors cycling closed. She backpedaled to a stop just as they slammed shut – stranding her out on the platform. Debbie gave the doctor an apologetic glance as the airbrakes of the train hissed again and disengaged. Then, as the train began to move, she shrugged her shoulders, as if to say, “Oh Well.”
Kate took a step backward behind the line on the platform and nodded reassuringly to her student, mouthing the words, “It's Okay, I'll get the next one.”
She watched silently as the twin red taillights of the train receded in the distance to the west.
“…and that’s what happened last night,” Professor Kaitlin Jones, Dr. Kate to most everyone, explained to Mr. Cross. “The police say they won’t take a missing persons report until she has been gone at least 48 to 72 hours, but I know her, and she has never missed a day before without at least a phone call. She isn’t even answering her cell. I just know something is wrong. Can you help me?”
Mr. Cross leaned forward, propped his elbows on the desk and formed a steeple with his fingers. “I think I have just the right team for this job, Professor Jones.”
So, I am checking interest in something I have been playing around with in my mind. I will probably use BTS2 rules, but it will not be the BTS world setting, but one of my own devising. There maybe a touch of NB in it, but not sure as that would raise the power levels, but if demand is high enough, I could probably adapt it to include some NB, but once again, not the post dark day NB world.
The PCs would be part of a Private Investigations Agency, one known for taking the weird cases, and the cases that most other agencies turn their up their noses. Mr. Cross is also known for hiring unusual people, and not just retired cops, ex-soldiers or criminal justice degree graduates.
As I said, just checking interest, and seeing what sorts of PC concepts people might submit for this.