20-04-2019, 09:50 PM
Should you choose to do so, free open-ended round-trip Contessa Class tickets on Air Finzione will be available for you, your parents, and a friend at any ticket counter; and I would be honored if you chose to be my guests at the castle for your stay.
With My Eternal Gratitude,
Contessa Helena de San Finzione
Denise grinned as she went through the t-shirts. There was one with a picture of the castle, one of La Familia's crest, one with the patch of La Squadra de Ultimados, and a Crass shirt. The iPad was the big temptation to open first, but there was also the thick envelope of gift cards, and the big crate in the garage. Denise settled on opening the posters first, finding out what the big item was, then coming back for the smaller items. The posters were autographed, and addressed to her, with La Contessa's thanks again.
She decided the poster of her portrait was definitely going over the bed when she ran to the garage and pulled the giant crate open.
A crate of wine marked 'Non-Alcoholic,' and an empty spot where one had been sitting were on either side of a new Vespa scooter, colored metal-flake purple.
Denise's overjoyed mind remembered to text Julie and thank her. She also texted that she'd be happy to take care of things again any time they needed. After she hit send, she thought for a moment about sending another text. The number was still in her phone, and it would only be polite.
She decided that the worst that could happen would be that it came back blocked. She went with a simple "Thank You" and sent it. The phone said that it had been sent. She waited for the message that the text was undelivered to come back, but after several seconds, it didn't.
Denise's first thought had been that after she'd been attacked by the psycho stalker the news said, "was always a quiet man," there might be someone watching her incoming calls and messages, but then she reasoned that it probably just took longer for the block message to get back from Europe, and went back to her bedroom.
While she was plugging in the iPad, she got a text.
"Thank YOU, Denise. I've got a LOT of messages and emails to catch up on right now, and can't promise how good I'll be about replying; however, feel free to message any time. Most of my friends call me Helena. A few still use Helen, and I'm sure they always will, but I prefer Helena."
Denise laid back on her bed, clutched the phone to her chest with both hands, and grinned.
* * *
Contessa Helena de San Finzione read the report from the Ministry of Science as she rode in the back of a limousine, down old Irish coastal roads. Since she had business there, she'd brought Colleen with her to Ireland, and had left her in Tralee to visit her mother. The wide-open farm country left plenty of spots for an ambush or a sniper, which was why two military helicopters were escorting her, and the Finnegan farm was now secretly crawling with Ultimados. Generalissimo Hernando Ramirez sat opposite her and read the pages as she finished with them.
After a week of being examined by the top experts that San Finzione could provide, a general consensus had been reached on the Springheel video. They had already skipped to the conclusion and read their opinion that, although it was an insane idea that would involve serious advances in several fields of physics, it was entirely possible that Springheel could work. Now they were reading the individual scientists' findings for more information.
The driver came to a stop at the farmhouse. Generalissimo Ramirez got out of the limousine first, the sound of chickens filling the air once the door opened. He grabbed La Contessa's wheelchair, and offered to help her into it. She refused his offer and got out of the car herself, wincing as a spike of pain went through her left shoulder. She made a mental note to take a Percocet when they got back into the limo. She then walked a couple of steps to the chair, which Maisson had assured her that she would be done with soon, when her stitches came out.
"We could've gotten one of the Ultimados to push me," Helen told him as she looked around and saw no other people outside. "How many have us surrounded?"
"Twenty, if we count the snipers in the choppers. They are busy, I can do this."
Ramirez began pushing her toward the house, when a woman in her early 50s, dressed in black, came out, shouting for someone in the house to stay inside. A breeze blew off Tralee Bay as Helena waited for her to approach. She stepped forward, stopped a few feet in front of Helena, and said nothing. The look in her eyes was one of someone expecting to be shot at any moment.
"Molly Finnegan?" Helena asked.
"Aye," she replied. "An' I know who you are, o' course, Countess. Whate'er you're going to do to me, please leave the children out of it."
With My Eternal Gratitude,
Contessa Helena de San Finzione
Denise grinned as she went through the t-shirts. There was one with a picture of the castle, one of La Familia's crest, one with the patch of La Squadra de Ultimados, and a Crass shirt. The iPad was the big temptation to open first, but there was also the thick envelope of gift cards, and the big crate in the garage. Denise settled on opening the posters first, finding out what the big item was, then coming back for the smaller items. The posters were autographed, and addressed to her, with La Contessa's thanks again.
She decided the poster of her portrait was definitely going over the bed when she ran to the garage and pulled the giant crate open.
A crate of wine marked 'Non-Alcoholic,' and an empty spot where one had been sitting were on either side of a new Vespa scooter, colored metal-flake purple.
Denise's overjoyed mind remembered to text Julie and thank her. She also texted that she'd be happy to take care of things again any time they needed. After she hit send, she thought for a moment about sending another text. The number was still in her phone, and it would only be polite.
She decided that the worst that could happen would be that it came back blocked. She went with a simple "Thank You" and sent it. The phone said that it had been sent. She waited for the message that the text was undelivered to come back, but after several seconds, it didn't.
Denise's first thought had been that after she'd been attacked by the psycho stalker the news said, "was always a quiet man," there might be someone watching her incoming calls and messages, but then she reasoned that it probably just took longer for the block message to get back from Europe, and went back to her bedroom.
While she was plugging in the iPad, she got a text.
"Thank YOU, Denise. I've got a LOT of messages and emails to catch up on right now, and can't promise how good I'll be about replying; however, feel free to message any time. Most of my friends call me Helena. A few still use Helen, and I'm sure they always will, but I prefer Helena."
Denise laid back on her bed, clutched the phone to her chest with both hands, and grinned.
* * *
Contessa Helena de San Finzione read the report from the Ministry of Science as she rode in the back of a limousine, down old Irish coastal roads. Since she had business there, she'd brought Colleen with her to Ireland, and had left her in Tralee to visit her mother. The wide-open farm country left plenty of spots for an ambush or a sniper, which was why two military helicopters were escorting her, and the Finnegan farm was now secretly crawling with Ultimados. Generalissimo Hernando Ramirez sat opposite her and read the pages as she finished with them.
After a week of being examined by the top experts that San Finzione could provide, a general consensus had been reached on the Springheel video. They had already skipped to the conclusion and read their opinion that, although it was an insane idea that would involve serious advances in several fields of physics, it was entirely possible that Springheel could work. Now they were reading the individual scientists' findings for more information.
The driver came to a stop at the farmhouse. Generalissimo Ramirez got out of the limousine first, the sound of chickens filling the air once the door opened. He grabbed La Contessa's wheelchair, and offered to help her into it. She refused his offer and got out of the car herself, wincing as a spike of pain went through her left shoulder. She made a mental note to take a Percocet when they got back into the limo. She then walked a couple of steps to the chair, which Maisson had assured her that she would be done with soon, when her stitches came out.
"We could've gotten one of the Ultimados to push me," Helen told him as she looked around and saw no other people outside. "How many have us surrounded?"
"Twenty, if we count the snipers in the choppers. They are busy, I can do this."
Ramirez began pushing her toward the house, when a woman in her early 50s, dressed in black, came out, shouting for someone in the house to stay inside. A breeze blew off Tralee Bay as Helena waited for her to approach. She stepped forward, stopped a few feet in front of Helena, and said nothing. The look in her eyes was one of someone expecting to be shot at any moment.
"Molly Finnegan?" Helena asked.
"Aye," she replied. "An' I know who you are, o' course, Countess. Whate'er you're going to do to me, please leave the children out of it."
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