User:Bovkaffe/Sandbox3
Playing Politics was a virtual representation of one of Jacob Frye's genetic memories, relived through the Helix Navigator.
Description
Having discovered a Templar plot to assassinate Prime Minister Benjamin Disraeli, Jacob set out to discover the identity of the man behind, who was only known as "B".
Dialogue
Jacob infiltrated the Sinopean Club.
- Jacob: All right, "B", who are you and what's your game?
Jacob spied on Disraeli at the club.
- Jacob: Well, if it isn't my dear old chum, Mr. Disraeli. Now, Prime Minister, which of your friends is about to stab you in the back?
- Disraeli: The Corrupt Practices Bill is a vital step in reforming our government. If the majority party is allowed to dictate the results of contested elections, we can scarcely call ourselves free.
- Gladstone: If we yield up our rights bit by bit to the courts, we can scarcely call ourselves free, sir.
- Disraeli: This is so like you, Gladstone! You would rather throw your body upon the gears of progress than surrender one iota of power!
- Gladstone: By God, Disraeli, you are a fool! I'll not stand idly by and watch you drag Parliamentary privilege through the muck!
- Disraeli: No, certainly not! You'd rather return us to the yoke of tyranny? Perhaps while we're at it, Mr. Gladstone, we could repeal Magna Carta and return the crown to the bloody Stuarts!
- Gladstone: How dare you, sir! Merely because I do not wish to see government placed in the hands of judges, you would make these slanderous accusations? I'll not stand for it!
- Disraeli: Then I shall obviate the requirement. Good evening, sir.
A spy tailed Disraeli as the latter left the club.
- Jacob: "B", I presume?
Jacob chased after the spy and tackled him.
- Jacob: Pleasure to meet you, "B".
- Herbert: "B"? My name's Herbert!
- Jacob: Then why are you following the Prime Minister?
- Herbert: It's just a job, sir. Some old bloke paid me to-
The spy was shot through the head, and Jacob saw a sniper atop a church.
- Jacob: Smug bastard.
Jacob chased after the sniper, dodging her shots along the way.
- Sniper: Yappy bastard!
Mopsy bugger!
Jacob caught up with the sniper at the edge of a rooftop.
- Sniper: Shite!
Knocking her unconscious after a fight, Jacob held the sniper over the edge of the rooftop and woke her up.
- Sniper: Bloody hell! Where'd you come from?
- Jacob: Well, I was born in Crawley, but that's by the by. Who are you working for?
- Sniper: I-I never got his name. Old chap. Big moustache. Wore some kind of uniform. Hussars, maybe.
- Jacob: What's his game?
- Sniper: Please, he'll kill me.
- Jacob: And a three-storey drop will shatter your legs and send you to the workhouse, difference is, you can run from him.
- Sniper: Tomorrow! My lads are going to attack the Prime Minister's carriage on the way to Parliament.
Jacob unhanded the sniper, who ran off.
- Jacob: Perfect.
Outcome
Jacob learned that a group of hired thugs would attack Disraeli as he prepared to leave for Parliament the following morning.
Reference
The Bodyguard was a virtual representation of one of Jacob Frye's genetic memories, relived through the Helix Navigator.
Description
Jacob set out to rescue Prime Minister Disraeli and learn from him the identity of "B".
Dialogue
Atop a tower, Jacob observed Benjamin Disraeli and his wife, Mary Anne, leave their house at 10 Downing Street and enter their carriage.
- Jacob: So much for the house call. I'll have to find a way into that carriage.
Jacob snuck into the carriage.
- Benjamin: What's the meaning of this? Who the devil are you?
- Jacob: Prime Minister, I'm your new bodyguard. Jacob Frye-
- Benjamin: I wasn't informed of any new bodyguard. Who is your commanding officer?
- Mary Anne: Let the boy speak, Dizzy.
- Jacob: Madam. Apologies, but we've learned of a threat on your life, and the Met thought it best to move quickly.
- Benjamin: Threat? What sort of threat?
Gunshots were heard outside the carriage.
- Jacob: That sort. And if you'll excuse me a moment.
Jacob left the carriage and killed the Disraelis' assailants. Afterwards, the Prime Minister opened the carriage door.
- Benjamin: See here, what's all this-
Two thugs stood outside.
- Thug: Not so fast, Your Excellency.
One of the thugs took the carriage and drove away the Disraelis' while Jacob finished off the remaining assailants.
- Jacob: Oi! Get back here with that... Prime Minister!
Jacob chased after the Disraelis' carriage and hijacked it from the thugs.
- Jacob: Everyone all right?
- Mary Anne: We seem to have come through unscathed. You have our thanks, Mr. Frye.
- Benjamin: It was Gladstone, I bet my life on it. This is perfectly in keeping with his lack of character. Show yourself, Gladstone! Show yourself, you feckless muck-snipe!
- Mary Anne: Well, he's hardly going to be in the van with a cudgel, Dizzy.
Jacob brought the carriage to safety at Downing Street.
- Disraeli: Damn Gladstone! That bloody man! He will pay for this!
Jacob helped Mary Anne out of the carriage.
- Mary Anne: Thank you. What do you intend to do about Gladstone, young man?
- Jacob: I assure you, madam, Gladstone is innocent in this.
- Mary Anne: But he tried to kill my husband.
- Jacob: Well, we'll look into Gladstone. Perhaps you can help me in another inquiry, madam. A gentleman with ties to parliament. Older, wears cavalry uniforms and has a large moustache?
- Mary Anne: You seem like a rough and ready sort of fellow, Mr. Frye.
- Jacob: Well... yes, I am, actually.
- Mary Anne: And are you familiar with the poorer districts of our city?
- Jacob: Roughly.
- Mary Anne: Wonderful! As it happens, I've been eager to tour the Devil's Acre. If you were to escort me, I'd be happy to assist you in your inquiry.
- Jacob: That strikes me as a dangerous idea.
- Mary Anne: Then it's settled. Come back here to Downing Street tomorrow night, eight o'clock sharp. Good day, Mr. Frye.
- Jacob: But, I-
- Mary Anne: Good day, Mr. Frye.
Outcome
After saving Disraeli and his wife, Jacob was forced to agree to escort the latter through the Devil's Acre in order to learn the identity of "B".
Reference
Driving Mrs. Disraeli was a virtual representation of one of Jacob Frye's genetic memories, relived through the Helix Navigator.