Wanted

Murry's part

10/23/1772 America, Colorado
Murry

When Jackson told me I would have to befriend Judge Stuart again, I was quiet shocked. I was sure to have told Jack how I had met the man and what had happened there. How he had made advances that were neither welcomed nor ever encouraged. How it had boiled over when he tried to force himself on me. I always told myself that I would never have to go back there. And I hadn't been planning on doing it for anything in this world. But then Jackson asked. Saying no to a request has never been easy to me. I was trained to obey without question from the day of my birth.
It was a habit that had been hard to kill. I had to work pretty hard to stop obeying everything vaguely sounding like an order. And Jackson knew that. I technically knew it wasn't an order. He would never force me to do anything that I really didn't want to do. But I also knew that I was the only logical choice. I had already met the man and as far as I could tell back then, he still thought we had parted on good terms. However he got that impression still eludes me. He had been a buyer, someone rich and powerful enough that I wouldn't have trusted my partners to handle correctly. After all you had to make sure he buys repeatedly. In the end he only ever bought four paintings from me. Most of them from Europe, I had gathered several on my travels through France. Jackson hoped I would still recognise the paintings I had sold the judge and that they would still be in his house. I wasn't
particularly sure that either of those would come true, but I at least had to try. For Jackson I had to try.

10/25/1772 America, Colorado

The judge responded happily to my letter. He asked for a meeting right away, wanted to resurrect our friendship. It was disgustingly easy to get him to invite me to his home. I just had to drop a few subtle hints that he might still have a chance with me, and the old geezer was practically eating out of my hand. A few hours of innocent coaxing and he invited me into his house, to stay a few days and do as I pleased.

11/01/1772

A week later I saw two of the paintings I had stolen, but neither of those two fullfiled the requirements that Jackson set. I hadn't questioned why the painting was so important, as Jackson had only told some details to each of us. I don't think even one of us had known Jackson's whole plan, well maybe Telip knew everything. Possibly. After all Jackson relied pretty heavily on him. I last saw Jackson the day before, when I told him what I witnessed in the week of spending time with the judge, his wife and his daughter, who was a really sweet little child. She showed me around the grounds, introducing me to the complete staff. She asked to play with me every day and was devastated each time I had to decline. This morning she asked me to go to church with her and her mother and I agreed, thinking I was going to get of the grounds for a change. But instead they led me to a small chapel, a good distance from the main house. It was a comfortable experience, sitting in the small room with Mrs. Stuart and the tiny Isabelle singing softly and praying mostly in silence, going through the motions of their faith. But I wasn't able to concentrate much, as I saw a certain painting on the wall that seemed odly familiar. It took me a bit but I was sure that I had found a painting that we could use. It was a painting by the german artist Hans Baldung Grien, very fittingly titled "Saint Anne with the Christ Child, the virgin, Saint John and the Babtist" I had stolen it in Alsace, back in 61'. It was a typical Christian painting with hallos and everything. But the important thing were the colours used in the painting. Red. The cloak of Saint Anne was a bright red. That was the second requirement Jack set. It had to be stolen and red. After I saw it I started to get an idea of what Jack had planned.

11/03/1772

The next time the judge took his family on a trip, I got the moor into the building. The russian lady constructed some sort of machine that would allow the moor to see the painting without actually having it in front of him. That was the second plan. The first plan had been just for me to describe the picture to the forger. That hadn't worked well. The guy said I was too bland and undetailed. So we were stuck with the second plan, but while he set up the machine thing, something broke. So he would have to come back another time and bring the young russian along, which would have caused a whole new set of problems. So since that wasn't an option, I told Jackson that I had to use my powers. I haven't done it in such a long time, that it was kinda hard. The moor said that the picture in his mind was blurry at first, but with the fourth attempt, the picture was clear and crisp. Technically, my job would have been done with that. I could have left and returned to Jackson. But when we met the day after on the

11/04/1772

Jackson told me that he wanted
to ask me to do another thing. Another thing that wasn't completely necessary, but would ensure things to go easier. He told me what it was and it turned out to be easier than the first. Even if it would hurt more.