Chapter 1

[kabukiman]

September, 4, 1933
Hotel Armst, 7AM
You are receiving a rude awakening (excet Katie, who isn't present): someone is knocking the doors like a madman and you can hear the voice of Starkweather, furious:

"Wake up, all of you!"

[Snapper]

Macduff's navy days had left him in the habit of rising and dressing both early and quickly. Already shaved and dressed but for his tie, which hung loose around his neck, he opened his door straight away. He poked his head out, fedora in one hand.

"Is it breakfast time?"

[aine]

Martin had rather a late night celebrating and sleeps soundly on. Eventually the noise wakes him and he stumbles to the door. He sticks a disheveled and bleary face out.
“What is it? Are we on fire?”

[kabukiman]

"The women that was a pilot? I need her as quick as possible! And you are the photographer, right? Prepare to take pictures as soon she arrives".
With this he leave abruptly.

[Snapper]

Macduff shoved his fedora on and headed off. "I'll see if she left an address at the lobby."

He headed down to the lobby to make enquiries regarding a contact address for Miss Wright. Or if she was in fact staying at the same hotel at her own expense.

[aine]

Martin grabs a coat over his pyjamas and his camera and trots after Macduff, wondering what sort of pictures the man was expecting.