17-04-2019, 02:12 PM
"Then I'm even more of a hunted man than I became when I decided to cross you, Helena. I'll own that, it's my fuckup. Now there's no way I'm getting Springheel from you unless you're out of the picture before the Auction even begins, and there's no way I'm going to outlive you without it. Oh, I could try spending the remainder of my fortune and my 'golden years' keeping on the run from you until time robs you of the satisfaction; and I'm just enough of a petty prick to drag that game out as long as I can. But you're a runner, Helena. You'll catch me. I mean, sure, you could target my grandkids, but..." He laughed as he took another bite. "Go right ahead! Stupid, spoiled cunts, the lot of them, especially the boys. 'Grampa' is whose name is on the checks. After that, they only remember it when they feel like shouting it in someone's face after the words 'Do you know who I am' fail to stop them getting kicked out of the club or some bimbo's pants. Anything you did to them would be an improvement of their character, I assure you."
"I definitely know their type." Helen replied, getting into her limo after the first two Ultimados entered, but before the other two. "But no. I already thought about that, and leaving them pissing away your money and your name after you're gone is far better than anything I could do to you in that department. Their gravy train is coming to an end, anyway." Helen turned on the TV in the limo and began flipping through news channels. "So, what channel am I on, Leonard? I want to see the video, too."
"Oh, none, yet. You don't just drop something like this on the public. It's just like coming out with a new product: I leaked the rumor to some of the conspiracy nuts first, get that 'internet buzz' to start things off, you know. It should hit the mainstream news about the time Ma & Pa Middle-America are gathering 'round the old Philco set to watch Uncle Milty. Gives 'em something to talk about during the commercials."
"I know you're doing a bit." Helen interrupted. "But I have to congratulate you on a solid Uncle Milty reference this far into the 21st century."
"Thank you. So, the video goes on the eleven o'clock news tonight, and there are torches and pitchforks waving outside Società Finzione hotels around the world just in time to give the morning shows something to blather about. A new phone needs to make an entrance, too, you know." He chewed on something a moment. "Say, thinking about it now, being able to control minds explains a lot of Mr. Equals' good fortune in the markets, as well. And if the two of you know how to do it, it only follows that Mrs. Equals does, too."
"Surprisingly," Helen said. "It's really all him with the money. And I'd like to thank you for bringing them up again. Because you're right about Helmet Guy, you're fucked for him alone. But bringing Troy & Julie back into things reminds me that I can't allow you to live, Leonard. Because now, you've endangered THEM. How ever much longer I continue to tolerate your presence on this Earth, you'll be a threat to them the whole time. A man I greatly admire, who had a terminal illness and knew that his time was short; was asked his advice on life now that he was facing the end. His reply was 'Enjoy every sandwich.' So, I hope that whatever you've been eating in my ear while we've been talking has been amazing, Leonard; because we won't be having many more of these conversations."
"Well, I think our little chats have been worth this entire endeavor, Contessa. But yes, you'll either find and kill me soon, or be too busy hemming and hawing at reporters to stop me, so I guess this is really it. I've lit the fuse on your big 'secret;' good luck putting your whammy on every reporter in town before it goes off, Helena. However much longer we play, know that I'm having fun. And if I can't win now? I'll settle for 'You Lose More.'"
He ended the call. She let him have the last word. Because it wouldn't be.
"I definitely know their type." Helen replied, getting into her limo after the first two Ultimados entered, but before the other two. "But no. I already thought about that, and leaving them pissing away your money and your name after you're gone is far better than anything I could do to you in that department. Their gravy train is coming to an end, anyway." Helen turned on the TV in the limo and began flipping through news channels. "So, what channel am I on, Leonard? I want to see the video, too."
"Oh, none, yet. You don't just drop something like this on the public. It's just like coming out with a new product: I leaked the rumor to some of the conspiracy nuts first, get that 'internet buzz' to start things off, you know. It should hit the mainstream news about the time Ma & Pa Middle-America are gathering 'round the old Philco set to watch Uncle Milty. Gives 'em something to talk about during the commercials."
"I know you're doing a bit." Helen interrupted. "But I have to congratulate you on a solid Uncle Milty reference this far into the 21st century."
"Thank you. So, the video goes on the eleven o'clock news tonight, and there are torches and pitchforks waving outside Società Finzione hotels around the world just in time to give the morning shows something to blather about. A new phone needs to make an entrance, too, you know." He chewed on something a moment. "Say, thinking about it now, being able to control minds explains a lot of Mr. Equals' good fortune in the markets, as well. And if the two of you know how to do it, it only follows that Mrs. Equals does, too."
"Surprisingly," Helen said. "It's really all him with the money. And I'd like to thank you for bringing them up again. Because you're right about Helmet Guy, you're fucked for him alone. But bringing Troy & Julie back into things reminds me that I can't allow you to live, Leonard. Because now, you've endangered THEM. How ever much longer I continue to tolerate your presence on this Earth, you'll be a threat to them the whole time. A man I greatly admire, who had a terminal illness and knew that his time was short; was asked his advice on life now that he was facing the end. His reply was 'Enjoy every sandwich.' So, I hope that whatever you've been eating in my ear while we've been talking has been amazing, Leonard; because we won't be having many more of these conversations."
"Well, I think our little chats have been worth this entire endeavor, Contessa. But yes, you'll either find and kill me soon, or be too busy hemming and hawing at reporters to stop me, so I guess this is really it. I've lit the fuse on your big 'secret;' good luck putting your whammy on every reporter in town before it goes off, Helena. However much longer we play, know that I'm having fun. And if I can't win now? I'll settle for 'You Lose More.'"
He ended the call. She let him have the last word. Because it wouldn't be.
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