Zombies in 'Nawlins, and other tales.

Gunnar and I compared notes at the hotel, when Laurel and Nate phoned to let us know they'd been dealing with a major outbreak of Bubonic plague in the greater New Orleans area!?

Jack and Camila had investigated a local cemetery not far from Jackson Park. With Nate and Laurel's help, they put two and two together and realized some force had caused plague-ridden zombies to rise from their graves to terrorize the populace. Using Nevermore's keen senses, we were able to track them all down (not like they can move all that fast!) and burn them all to oblivion.

It wasn't easy, but we managed to get them all over the course of the evening. When we returned to our hotel we found an elaborate letter addressed to Nate. It was all in elaborate golden script, written in Japanese, so Nate had to translate for us.

Basically it was an invitation to New Orleans' port district, to a nondescript Japanese freighter bound for Yokohama.

We climbed aboard and found our way to a cargo hold where a distinguished looking Japanese gentleman in a fine suit sat behind a long table, flanked by two zombies chained to the deck for safe keeping. The table was elegant and elaborate, and looked very out of place in this dank room. He invited us to sit. It became evident immediately that we were conversing with the Jinkiniki that Jack, Nate and I had managed to "kill" in Jackson Park. He allowed that we were indeed formidable opponents. He explained to us that Caleb had tricked him and that, as payback, he would let us in on what he knew of Caleb's plans. He explained that his kind were neither Gods nor Titanspawn, they had not yet decided which side to join, if they would join a side at all. Gunnar taunted him, saying the Gods were not going to lose, and if he were smart, he'd join us. The Jinkiniki replied that this was a premature judgement, that much remained to be seen. We gained some key intelligence, so I wasn't complaining. We bid adieu to the Japanese gentleman and left the ship unharmed.

We had earlier gained further intelligence that Luc was now residing in Bayou Pigeon, a small unincorporated Cajun village located near the southern extremities of Iberville Parish in Louisiana. Not far from New Orleans, but we would have to make a road trip. The hamlet is primarily composed of fishers and plant workers. A great majority of the village's population are of Cajun descent. Cajun French can still be heard in most of the older resident's homes. Some use Cajun French as their sole language. Tres Bon.

Satisfied the CDC had matters in hand regarding the Plague outbreak in New Orleans (thanks to information Laurel had researched and slipped to CDC), we hit the road in the middle of the night...if we could find Luc, so could Caleb, and that bastard had a head start.