Alright! The plan is now in motion! Step one: Find Jameson. Enjoy! :)
Race gets up as early as he can to get to Brooklyn as fast as possible. He meets Spot right away. Without a moment to lose, they head off to Sheepshead on a mission.
They find Nicholas Jameson right away.
When he sees them, he smiles. "Good morning! Bright and early today, are we?"
"We're here to talk about Theodore "Stargazer" Conlon," Spot announces calmly.
Jameson freezes. Then, in a warning whisper, "you don't say his name out in the open."
"Then let's go somewhere to talk without prying ears," Spot answers. Simple, no-nonsense, holding his ground.
Race watches with awe. That was so, so smooth.
I am so glad that that's my friend.
Now they're in a small room in a building...somewhere. Race just knows that they are still on the grounds of Sheepshead Bay. But after they left off in another direction, Race just kinda stopped paying attention. Wandering has always been a bad habit of his. Wandering and not knowing where you are go right in hand. Good thing the others know where they are and how to get out when needed.
As they take a seat around a table, Mr. Jameson sighs. "Are you sure you kids really want to get into all of this?"
"Yes," Spot tells him. "We want answers."
Race puts the box on top of the table. The box, which had only contained letters before, now contains everything they found stashed under the floor board. "We got evidence," he says. "Plenty of it."
"Stargazer was my cousin," Spot explains to Jameson. "I just want to know what his part was in all of this, and why he disappeared."
Jameson sighs. "I knew this day would come. But you two are so young. I was hoping it would be some time before you got caught up in this."
"We found out that Stargazer knew about all of this in 1881," Race pipes up. "He was younger than us when he started."
"Eighteen years ago, was it, now?" Jameson marvels. "That makes me feel older than I already am."
"Well guess what," Spot picks up. "The both of us had people we knew taken away by these people. Now, we only got scattered information on it all. My cousin wrote about you nearly first thing. We assumed that you would know all of what's going on."
"Please?" Race offers. If there's one thing he's learned about manners over the years, it's that saying please will (nearly) always work. Well, not always. But he can hope.
Jameson sighs. "Alright. I'll tell you all that I know. Where do you want me to start?"
Spot crosses his arms on the table, hands together, sitting tall, staring straight at Jameson sitting opposite of him, looking just like business people do. Race, sitting right next to Spot, copies the way he's sitting. He wants to feel professional too. He watches silently as Spot handles the talking. "I say you start by telling us how you are involved in all of this."
"What you need to understand is that I've never fully been in on it," Jameson tells them. "Your cousin was in way deeper than I ever was."
"So what do you have to do with it?" Spot asks.
"I'm like the check-point, if you will," Jameson explains. "I'm the one to trust. I know about Them and what They do. Once people find me who know about Them, I help 'em out. Then they tell me all I need to know about the current situation, and I give them a safe space to come to, and a safe space to tuck away when needed. I never was as brave as that cousin of yours. You should be proud to say you're related to him."
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I'll Always Look Out For You
Fanfiction15 years before the legendary newsies strike of 1899, a child was born. When he is 18 months old, he is brought to the Manhattan Newsies Lodging House. In time, he would be known as Racetrack Higgins. This is his story. This is the story of the news...
