Hal Lancaster

"Likewise, Doctor"

"Anne-Marie Lavoui?---Funny how all these decadent persons have French names, wasn't like that when I visited France. Investigate her first? but I'm easy"

Hal Lancaster

He shakes the hunter's hand "Mr. Albertoni" and answers his question with a combination of shrug and tired smile. "And you, Sir, are you happy to be here too?---you seem very determined to...well, something or other!"

"Er---hi, Hal, Hal Lancaster"

Who's here? I read that Edith just shot herself...

**In these weeks, Hal puts all of his assets in Mathilde's name---unbeknown to her---in the event of his death**


"Likewise, Sir"

"We gotta finish him, the pharaoh, but hose lunatics have probably already moved on---shit!" is Hal's first thoughts as he wakes, doubting the Pinkerton's will do anything useful except skirt round their quarry. "I'd be dead without you, Sipowicz, I owe you, big time!"

Hal claps Sipowicz gently on the back "Good shooting. Hospital?"

He'll dash over to the carnie's car, and take a peek inside.

Hal doesn't panic, but in all the confusion he shoots wild

As does Hal.

[1d100] = 67

Hal checks its chambers, to count the bullets. "Got any more bullets and for the .22 as well?" He swivels round "Are they gaining on us?"

Hal's head is drooped and his jaw slack, his bottom lip is wet from saliva "What the fuck just happened?" he says to himself. A moment later "Thanks, Sipowicz. I thought I was done for" He jerks his head up "That Pharaoh chap, he murdered Sam, I'm sure of it. He had to pay f...

No hesitation, Hal dives into the car.

Fearing no expecting to be too slow, Hal shouts "Drop the gun or you're takin' two to the head!"

Hal stays pressed against the door's wall.

Hal goes back inside, then slides back against the door's wall. He looks around the room for weapons? a hiding place? something unusual? "Well, old boy, you've got a few moments left..." He considers prayer but doesn't bother.