Joyce's Log for 2nd Session
From RPGS surrounding the Labcats
Ozymandias Charter Airlines Hangar 19, Floyd Bennett Field, Brooklyn Tel. Dewey 45599 25 March 1937. Self-charter, Savannah--NOP dep 1341 arr 1758 622 nm total flight. 341 gal fuel. Good headwind ENE. It’s probably nothing. 27 March 1937. Winds 5 kn W-SW. Told Cissy probably leaving for California. Predictable scene. Dreamed that night about Cairo, and the bent pyramid. Woke up at 4 AM, smoked till dawn. Still probably nothing. 29 March 1937. Charter, Davenport (6 pers.) NOP-BOS and imm. ret. dep 1155 arr 1449 368 nm rt, 221 gals fuel. Weather over Hartford routed over LI Sound to avoid. Tony seems to have quit. Wasn’t in the hangar when I arrived, had to have Cal stall the charter while I dragged Vince over from Eastern to finish the pre-flight. Luckily Cal was still in his seeming sober phase so we pulled it off. Probably the kid had to go do something for his other family. Maybe I’ll call Tommy about it. Hate to think he didn’t have the stomach. Especially since it’s nothing. 4 April 1937. Winds 1 kn var ESE--SSW. Someone tried to break into the hangar today. Lillian Avery was in front of the doors when I showed. Gave me that dead-eyed stare she has, then smiled like a girl I knew back in Paris. When I opened the door she went after someone in the dark that I didn’t see. She moves fast for a rich kid. As she dove at him she flipped me a little Colt .25. I saw two men trying to break into the office so I fired a warning shot, and when that didn’t work, plugged one of them in the arm. He went down just as the new mechanic, Cecil Walker showed up. Told him to watch the skels at the door, and ran to the office. Passed Martin on the way, he was coming in the office as the guy I didn’t shoot left. Grabbed my old trench cleaner and racked a round, but the last one of the crooks was too far away to shoot. Called in a favor with McManus, the Chief of Ds. No worries. Cecil did a good job patching up the guy I hit; think he’s got some medical. The guy Lillian put down had a Thai tattoo but was speaking something. Maybe Aklo, maybe something else. Nothing human. Reminded me a bit of how the fat Frenchmen was talking after he wore the mask. I restrained myself this time. 5 April. Winds 5 kn N. It’s probably something. 10-11 April 1937. Self-charter NOP--DAL--GCAT 10 April dep 0611 arr DAL 1701 1225 nm 682 gals fuel 11 April dep 0630 arr GCAT 1422 1078 nm 600 gals fuel Left Floyd Bennett for Love Field. Weather good all the way. Fred handled takeoff and I did the landing, he’d never been to Dallas. Friend of mine in town put both of us up, he doesn’t care about stupidity. Took left seat for the leg out of DAL and the landing in LA. Fred handled the desert flying. Rented a house in Malibu. Martin complained about decor. Cecil seems mostly bemused by us. 12 April 1937. Wind 10 kn W in Malibu. Visited Bernie Ohls at LA County Sheriff’s. Promised to get me the file on the Echevarria case. Martin had a lead with the safety deposit key and ran down to Long Beach. Doc Walker went to UCLA to trace down Jobe’s history. Called Cissy. Took an hour to get a line. She screamed at me for a while & I let her. Sent a telegram to Tommy. Don’t know why. Was thinking about him. About Africa. 14 April 1937. Wind 15 kn at dawn W-SW dropping to 5 kn by noon. This Echevarria seems small potatoes. Nothing like Gavigan or even Mukunga. Seems to have been trying to summon something, but not Gor--not what he said he was doing. Was worried that maybe the Messenger had something to do with it but haven’t seen his fingerprints yet. He never does things so subtly you can’t tell, once you’ve met him. Still if something came through, like through the gate Henry told us about--the one that the J’s and the Limeys took out for us--I don’t know. I don’t know. Couldn’t sleep. Smoked out on the porch all night. Kept my shotgun nearby. 15 April 1937. Winds 5 kn W-NW. Lillian got roughed up. Some skel of a PI tried to nab her. She whipped him into shape. I kinda like the kid, I think. Reminds me of someone. There’s sun and the ocean and the air is amazing. Charlie was right to move out here, maybe. Of course, it would be hard for Fred and Cissy. But here I can sit and almost forget. Something about the water. Henry was always afraid of the water, but I never knew why. Here...I dunno. Maybe I’m thinking of that last day when we were steaming out of Mombasa, well and truly out of the fight. I was smoking next to Vi on the stern. We weren’t talking any more. Tommy was standing a little off, dark glasses on even in the shadows. I watched the sun sink into the Indian Ocean and for one last moment, I felt free, free like I’ve only felt flying over cloudbanks. 17 April 1937. Winds 4 kn W. Martin is out having lunch with his brother. Charlie brought Diane and Junior and Hank down to the house and we had a picnic on the beach. I am so glad he got out here before Pa could wear him down, use him up like he did Forrest. Maybe Jamie too, what the hell he was doing in the Army I’ll never figure out. That PI gave us a couple of guys to check out. They sound like your typical bastard rich folks. We’ll see. I called Phil and we’re going to have a drink tonight, maybe he’ll know something.