Again with the crazy papers!

So, stop the fish people plot to take over the world and deal with Walsh; done. Well you would think so...
Another message from the future showed up, not sure I actually want to read it. Who the hell are these Armitage guys and what have they got us in to?

Dodgy sausages in the van...?

I love it when a plan comes together...oh wait a sec :s

So we had this great plan...but sorta ended up winging it after we found out the van was making a pick up not a delivery.
A lot guys in robes too, easy to blend in if you get my drift. And if the van door was open with the keys in what would you do? Of course while crashing through the fence it crossed my mind I could have just taken the keys...what a dolt!
So new plan...get the van out of sight and stash it; what were they loading anyways? Next, come back and raid the club for info...if Gardiner and Walsh make an appearance I got a rifle and a big scary knife handy.
Getting the goods is...well all good, but there a lot of people can't get revenge on those two cos they're dead. Now that's my job.

Oh Blast..............

So, the chaps and oneself had sorted a plan, of sorts.
bless wee Jesus, gathered all his chaps about to be a distraction. Centred on The Delivery Van driving out.

Well. One gained access to the Necromonicon. Not for the faint-hearted, wot?
These chaps worshipping different Gods; Hydra, Cthullu, and Dagon, most interesting the latter. Dagon: Fertility God, mescenegation, ?corn god. Definetely needing more investigation, thankgod for my time in Miskatonic......

And so we prepared, lists and resources gathered. Me to find out THE TRUTH (geneology): - Dynamite, Firearms (one to Jesus to hold for me), Camera, of course- Camera been splendid in the caves in heeding, preserving and saving the truth. The Bucati is essential. ETC.

And so, to the hours before the night before..... frightful chap Gardiner first asked us to 'Supper' and then requested my party leave, bloody grateful for the excuse. Why Shambles spent any time more than absolutely necessary with that chump is beyond me, but however..........

What happened next is frightfully, frightful?
Back on my yacht, preparing, wee Jesus and I distracted by movements next door, Walsh's guards back on his mooring.  Jesus went to investigate. Guards aroused. Thought one must protect wee Jesus, purdy aimed at Walsh's guards, and
OH BLOODY!
Van leaving! Jesus' chaps start with the plan!
Where is bloody Dawson? 

WOT?