17-02-2020, 02:08 AM
"You have been ruling correctly, Contessa." Ramirez told Helen. She smiled a little at that.
"I thought that myself." She jerked a thumb back to the Throne. "I thought I could just sit in that chair and wait for Dietz to try to make his way through all of you to me, like a Video Game Boss. The problem with THAT idea is that by the time that final confrontation happens, everyone who stood between me and him is already dead. That's not going to work for anyone, Hernando. And if I'm going to stop it, I need to get out of my boss lair and get my hands dirty."
Helena removed the tiara. She placed it and the scepter in front of Maria and held out her hand, palm up.
"I need you to take care of The People the right way, Dearest One. And tell all these others how to do so the right way. They all know how to do the right things. Mander and I know how to do the WRONG things, and THOSE are what we need to go do!"
Lady Maria looked at her Great-Grandmother, made the tag, and became Contessa-In-Reggenza Maria.
Contessa Helena de San Finzione stood and removed her Robes of Office, revealing the black leather jacket and skirt she'd been wearing the night she killed Leonard Whyte. She folded her robes and set them on her old chair, now that the big one was, until she was ready to tag back, Maria's. She also looked at her Great-Granddaughter sadly because they wouldn't be seeing much of each other once she left. For security reasons, outside Castle Finzione, the two Contessas could not be within one city block of each other. She then turned back to the others.
"But that's for after the meeting. I'm told LeGrasse found some things overnight and want to hear more. If Luc's gotten anything from the computers yet, I want to hear about that, too. Let's give Nunzio a break, call someone else, and let's DO have a little something and look at what we've got before heading out."
Everyone agreed. Helen picked up her phone and the object that had been sitting between the two thrones. She texted for someone from the kitchen, put them both in her purse, and sat down.
"Also, Mander. When we leave, let's talk some more about Mander Force. The studio's got an animation department and I'm already getting toy ideas."
They began to talk.
* * *
"What did you tell this one?" Dietz asked Dummkopf as he unlocked the door to their new hideout.
"That we were musicians." He replied as the others brought the two white panel vans around to the rear of the closed storefront. "That we have a gig this weekend and need a place to lay down sleeping bags and practice undisturbed."
He moved into the store and saw the others unloading gear from the vans in the back alley.
"Your cover-ups are improving at least, Dummkopf. This is a step up from 'We want to film gay pornography in your establishment.'
"I have another set up, sir." Dummkopf told him. "A fallback closer to the escape route."
Dietz went behind the counter and plugged in his laptop.
"Then you've done two right things today, Dummkopf. You may be up for a name change soon. I promise nothing."
He smiled slightly as Dietz brought up the file.
"Scott got at least one more vital piece of information for us before the end. We have two ways to proceed now: my first idea or a bombing campaign." He looked at the crate carefully being hauled in that contained the five bombs he had remaining. "If we are able to pull this off, I am going to have to give Scott far more credit than I care to."
He walked over to the items now being hauled in. A box containing the old guns from Scott's house and a rack of six SS uniforms still in plastic from the Wardrobe department's drycleaners. He looked through the MP-40s and took out the Sturmgewehr.
"I am keeping this one." He told Dummkopf. "Now, go fetch Good One and the others." He admired the studio's fine work on the lapels of one of the uniforms through the plastic. It looked almost like something Opa would wear.
"Tell them to..." Dietz thought for a moment. He looked into the sockets of the skull on the cap that went with the uniform. He then smiled and turned to Dummkopf.
"Tell them to get ready for stardom!"
"I thought that myself." She jerked a thumb back to the Throne. "I thought I could just sit in that chair and wait for Dietz to try to make his way through all of you to me, like a Video Game Boss. The problem with THAT idea is that by the time that final confrontation happens, everyone who stood between me and him is already dead. That's not going to work for anyone, Hernando. And if I'm going to stop it, I need to get out of my boss lair and get my hands dirty."
Helena removed the tiara. She placed it and the scepter in front of Maria and held out her hand, palm up.
"I need you to take care of The People the right way, Dearest One. And tell all these others how to do so the right way. They all know how to do the right things. Mander and I know how to do the WRONG things, and THOSE are what we need to go do!"
Lady Maria looked at her Great-Grandmother, made the tag, and became Contessa-In-Reggenza Maria.
Contessa Helena de San Finzione stood and removed her Robes of Office, revealing the black leather jacket and skirt she'd been wearing the night she killed Leonard Whyte. She folded her robes and set them on her old chair, now that the big one was, until she was ready to tag back, Maria's. She also looked at her Great-Granddaughter sadly because they wouldn't be seeing much of each other once she left. For security reasons, outside Castle Finzione, the two Contessas could not be within one city block of each other. She then turned back to the others.
"But that's for after the meeting. I'm told LeGrasse found some things overnight and want to hear more. If Luc's gotten anything from the computers yet, I want to hear about that, too. Let's give Nunzio a break, call someone else, and let's DO have a little something and look at what we've got before heading out."
Everyone agreed. Helen picked up her phone and the object that had been sitting between the two thrones. She texted for someone from the kitchen, put them both in her purse, and sat down.
"Also, Mander. When we leave, let's talk some more about Mander Force. The studio's got an animation department and I'm already getting toy ideas."
They began to talk.
* * *
"What did you tell this one?" Dietz asked Dummkopf as he unlocked the door to their new hideout.
"That we were musicians." He replied as the others brought the two white panel vans around to the rear of the closed storefront. "That we have a gig this weekend and need a place to lay down sleeping bags and practice undisturbed."
He moved into the store and saw the others unloading gear from the vans in the back alley.
"Your cover-ups are improving at least, Dummkopf. This is a step up from 'We want to film gay pornography in your establishment.'
"I have another set up, sir." Dummkopf told him. "A fallback closer to the escape route."
Dietz went behind the counter and plugged in his laptop.
"Then you've done two right things today, Dummkopf. You may be up for a name change soon. I promise nothing."
He smiled slightly as Dietz brought up the file.
"Scott got at least one more vital piece of information for us before the end. We have two ways to proceed now: my first idea or a bombing campaign." He looked at the crate carefully being hauled in that contained the five bombs he had remaining. "If we are able to pull this off, I am going to have to give Scott far more credit than I care to."
He walked over to the items now being hauled in. A box containing the old guns from Scott's house and a rack of six SS uniforms still in plastic from the Wardrobe department's drycleaners. He looked through the MP-40s and took out the Sturmgewehr.
"I am keeping this one." He told Dummkopf. "Now, go fetch Good One and the others." He admired the studio's fine work on the lapels of one of the uniforms through the plastic. It looked almost like something Opa would wear.
"Tell them to..." Dietz thought for a moment. He looked into the sockets of the skull on the cap that went with the uniform. He then smiled and turned to Dummkopf.
"Tell them to get ready for stardom!"
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