After the unexpected death of a villager, I was determined to be more watchful. So when Curt showed signs of an illness, I was immediately concerned.
Over the next few days, he didn’t improving. He refused visitors. Eventually, I had to force my way in.
I was getting quite worried… But then, a few nights later, he was out and about looking fit as a fiddle.
This was strange behaviour… The next night…
He was the same!
I was starting to get a little freaked out. Then…
Villagers began dropping hints….
Finally, concrete evidence. Fearsome footprints!
I had to be related to Curt’s illness… He was fit as a fiddle when the moon was full, but when moon waned, so did his health… He must be some kind of… A-a-a Were-Bear! No, surely not. That was a ludicrous idea!
I tossed these thoughts around in my mind for a few days, but in this time, Curt became sick as a dog again, and I snapped into action!
Something had to be done! Curt couldn’t go on like this, regardless of what supernatural wizardry was at play. He needed more than just medicine, so I had a hospital constructed post-haste!
It had top class care and research facilities.
While Curt was hospitalised, I had to take over some of the duties in the Bear Mafia.
Pinky was in charge while Curt was recuperating. She worried that the Don’s sickness would make the group vulnerable. She wanted to stay on top.
I suggested that we searched for a new member, just to help take the load, and in the future, expand the ‘family business.’ She agreed.
I headed to the city. But the bears there were all either simple or soft.
I was dejected. But Pinky had a new and improved plan!
She wanted to diversify… She wanted a secret set of eyes and ears outside of the bear fraternity. So the search began… But nobody was fitting. Villagers were either too nice, to nosy, or too neurotic.
Finally, she clarified her preference.
Fishy? I knew who she was suggesting… Marina! I hurriedly arranged a meeting.
And when we met, I didn’t beat about the bush!
I told Marina to keep it quiet, and she understood.
Maple was happy with the new recruit.
Soon enough, Curt was well enough to return home. He was grateful of my care.
But he knew, that I knew, he was hiding something.
I thought it was all a bit similar to the ‘Apollo incident,’ which Curt and I experienced together first-hand. Perhaps Curt had used that as a source of inspiration and had been conducting his own experiments… But I decided to respected his privacy… For the time being…
But then all of a sudden, the mood changed. Curt advised me to keep well clear of the Bear’s business from now on. He started spouting bullshit about me being better suited to a righteous path, and that I needed look after the “good folks” of Vilevale.
If that wasn’t enough, Maple just upped and left town.
Closely followed by a scared and angry Pinky. She just suddenly snapped during a morning coffee!
I couldn’t figure what the hell was going on! Why did the group seem to be disbanding?
Then it became obvious.
The fucking feds were in town!