17-02-2020, 02:20 AM
He stepped into the setting San Finzione sun to look for a cab when he saw a man in the uniform of a page at Castle Finzione holding a sign with his name on it. Hardtack walked up to the man.
"I didn't order a car." He said suspiciously to the page.
"Compliments of La Contessa." Nunzio explained. "She wanted to welcome you personally but has been unfortunately detained. However, she has instructed me to extend you all of the standard courtesies that we extend the important American officials like yourself until she arrives."
Hardtack nodded and dropped his bag for the man to carry. At last, this country was showing some respect. Nunzio picked it up without missing a beat.
Brick let him lead the way to a waiting limousine. Leaving the airport, Castle Finzione could be seen standing atop La Collina. Brick knew that the person he'd have to deal with was up there.
Nunzio sat in the front of the limo. When Brick noticed that they weren't going toward La Collina, he lowered the glass.
"I thought we were going to the castle." Hardtack told him. If they weren't, he at least needed to go to the local Interpol office and let them know that the good old US of A was now in charge.
"La Contessa has provided first class accommodations for you." He explained. "She and Detective Inspector Allaine of Interpol will be meeting you there."
Hardtack nodded. They'd BETTER be first class! After all America did for them in WWII. He hadn't bothered reading up on San Finzione's history to find out that America did almost nothing for them during the Liberation, but that didn't stop him from assuming the country couldn't have freed themselves without them. He'd heard of this Allaine guy as well. A French cop; he might complicate things with the La Contessa.
A short time later, the limo pulled up in front of the Casino de Riviera de San Finzione. Nunzio wordlessly took Brick's bag and led him through the sounds and lights of the casino to the elevator. Hardtack looked at the people in expensive tuxedos and dresses gambling their evening and soon their night away.
Nunzio didn't say a word as they waited for the elevator to the La Contessa suite. As soon as they entered the suite, four women in evening dresses flocked to Special Agent Hardtack and began helping him with his jacket and bag.
"Hello, Special Agent Hardtack." They each said to him, taking his things, hanging or putting them away, then standing in a line in front of the suite's bar.
"La Contessa regrets that she and the Detective Inspector may be delayed." Nunzio informed him, setting down Hardtack's bag. "These four ladies have been instructed to see to your every need until then. Should you wish to visit the casino downstairs while you wait," he took two stacks of twenty-five black casino chips from his pocket and placed them in Brick's hand. "Compliments of the house, sir. You'll also find a tuxedo in your size in the closet of the master bedroom. I assure you, the bed in there CAN fit ALL of you."
He turned to Nunzio.
"A tux? You knew my measurements?"
Nunzio gave a small laugh.
"La Contessa's background checks are quite thorough. Everything here has been tailored to your... preferences."
Special Agent Hardtack weighed the chips in his hand, surveyed the ladies, taking extra time to stop and examine the blondes, then turned back to the page.
"Well, I... suppose I'd only be a good American... if I accepted your hospitality. Just while I wait."
Nunzio nodded and left the agent to his patriotic duties.
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"I didn't order a car." He said suspiciously to the page.
"Compliments of La Contessa." Nunzio explained. "She wanted to welcome you personally but has been unfortunately detained. However, she has instructed me to extend you all of the standard courtesies that we extend the important American officials like yourself until she arrives."
Hardtack nodded and dropped his bag for the man to carry. At last, this country was showing some respect. Nunzio picked it up without missing a beat.
Brick let him lead the way to a waiting limousine. Leaving the airport, Castle Finzione could be seen standing atop La Collina. Brick knew that the person he'd have to deal with was up there.
Nunzio sat in the front of the limo. When Brick noticed that they weren't going toward La Collina, he lowered the glass.
"I thought we were going to the castle." Hardtack told him. If they weren't, he at least needed to go to the local Interpol office and let them know that the good old US of A was now in charge.
"La Contessa has provided first class accommodations for you." He explained. "She and Detective Inspector Allaine of Interpol will be meeting you there."
Hardtack nodded. They'd BETTER be first class! After all America did for them in WWII. He hadn't bothered reading up on San Finzione's history to find out that America did almost nothing for them during the Liberation, but that didn't stop him from assuming the country couldn't have freed themselves without them. He'd heard of this Allaine guy as well. A French cop; he might complicate things with the La Contessa.
A short time later, the limo pulled up in front of the Casino de Riviera de San Finzione. Nunzio wordlessly took Brick's bag and led him through the sounds and lights of the casino to the elevator. Hardtack looked at the people in expensive tuxedos and dresses gambling their evening and soon their night away.
Nunzio didn't say a word as they waited for the elevator to the La Contessa suite. As soon as they entered the suite, four women in evening dresses flocked to Special Agent Hardtack and began helping him with his jacket and bag.
"Hello, Special Agent Hardtack." They each said to him, taking his things, hanging or putting them away, then standing in a line in front of the suite's bar.
"La Contessa regrets that she and the Detective Inspector may be delayed." Nunzio informed him, setting down Hardtack's bag. "These four ladies have been instructed to see to your every need until then. Should you wish to visit the casino downstairs while you wait," he took two stacks of twenty-five black casino chips from his pocket and placed them in Brick's hand. "Compliments of the house, sir. You'll also find a tuxedo in your size in the closet of the master bedroom. I assure you, the bed in there CAN fit ALL of you."
He turned to Nunzio.
"A tux? You knew my measurements?"
Nunzio gave a small laugh.
"La Contessa's background checks are quite thorough. Everything here has been tailored to your... preferences."
Special Agent Hardtack weighed the chips in his hand, surveyed the ladies, taking extra time to stop and examine the blondes, then turned back to the page.
"Well, I... suppose I'd only be a good American... if I accepted your hospitality. Just while I wait."
Nunzio nodded and left the agent to his patriotic duties.
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