Ihpkmn's Talebox 2

By all accounts, New Toronto was nothing more than a logging town in South-Western Wisconsin. Established scarcely a decade earlier, after its founder lost their leg in the War, it was a simple town; three streets, maybe two dozen buildings, including an inn, the town hall, the Founder's manor, and housing for the lumberjacks.

Katherine Sinclaire, veteran of the First and Second Battles of Cinncinnati, contemplated the apparent quiet nature of the town as she read the telegram she had received back in Columbus that had started this endeavor.

ANTI-UNION ACTIVITY PRESENT IN NEW TORONTO STOP AT LEAST ONE CHILD OF FOUNDER IS MALFEASCENT STOP CREATURES IN WOODS STOP STRANGE APPARITIONS STOP INVESTIGATE FOR CAUSE AND ELIMINATE

GOOD LUCK AGENTS

The other agents that the telegram referred to sat around her in the train compartment. There was Agent Tofflemire, amusing himself by looking over cartoons in the paper; Agent Carol, who shook her head at the sight of Tofflemire doing this; and her husband, Agent Reynolds. They had all fought together at Second Cincinnati. And they had all forgiven her.

Sinclair balled the telegram in her hands. "So, any suggestions on where to start looking?"

"The inn." Tofflemire folded his paper. "We can probably overhear somethin' juicy there."

"I'd agree. Though perhaps one of us could infiltrate the logging camps?" Reynolds offered.

Carol grinned. "Leave that to me."

Sinclair nodded. "Though… I'm thinking we should venture into the woods. Try to find these 'strange creatures'. Pity they didn't give an accurate description."

"Bailey scouted out before us." Tofflemire began folding his newspaper further. "He had a listening post somewhere in town. If we can find it, we should have plenty of information."

"Why'd he leave?" Carol groused. "I'd rather be dealing with the apparitions around Baltimore."

"Apparently he saw his doppelganger."

Sinclair's face scrunched as Carol and Tofflemire looked at her in confusion.

"It's German. Essentially means 'double'— an identical self."

"So… he saw one of his brothers?" Carol snorted.

"Not unless his brothers have the capability to open holes in the air." Sinclair opened her hand, and let the ash that used to be the telegram pour from it. "I've got the report he filed if you want to read it."