13-09-2019, 07:43 AM
Whatever Gets You through the Night Pt. 10
"Through the gates of Hell! As we make our way to Heaven!
Through the Nazi lines!
PRIMO VICTORIA!
On the 6th of June! On the shores of Western Europe!
1944!
D-DAY UPON US!"
-Sabaton, "Primo Victoria"
Luc and Ramirez were the last to arrive at the meeting, stopping so that Luc could examine the van the tank crew had used to get into the castle. He spotted the smuggling compartments that had been carved into the van's interior and concluded that they'd been a rush job, but good enough to pass a gate inspection if the guards don't start pulling up the floors and walls. Since they had Scott's paperwork from the studio, they weren't suspicious enough to warrant that detailed a search.
"If they'd had more time and better tools," Detective Inspector Allaine told the people seated around the table in Castle Finzione's War Room. "A better job could have been done. Jerry Scott signed the van out this morning, and they needed to be here by noon. So, they could only do a rush job; someone on Heinrich Dietz's team is at least that competent. Once they were past the gate, they emptied their toolboxes; they'd done their job of 'guard looks in the toolbox, sees only tools.' They used those toolboxes to smuggle the ammunition from the van to the tank, rather than cart belts of machine-gun ammo out in the open. Why they hadn't had time to load it all. The Prefect's people found more."
He sat back down at the conference table. Contessa Helena de San Finzione sat at the head of the table. Generalissimo Hernando Ramirez sat to her left and Lady Maria sat to her right. Across from Luc sat Prefect Martin LeGrasse. Capitan Gregario Ortega and Minister of Intelligence Howard Caldwell-Pierce were next down the line. At the foot of the table, in a spot that had been reserved for a guest that the Generalissimo had persuaded La Contessa not to invite, sat Nigel Mander. The meeting was taking place in English because it was a language everyone at the table understood.
La Contessa lit a cigarette and looked at the rotating holographic image of the van's interior that was floating above the projector in the center of the table.
"Yeah, we figured they wouldn't have any local criminal contacts; no access to a chop shop." She said before turning to the Prefect. "You look like you have a question, Martin."
He cleared his throat before answering.
"Oui, Contessa. I know that he... performs certain tasks... for La Contessa. However, I must ask why he has a seat at the table."
"We had an empty seat." Helen responded, shooting a brief look at Ramirez. She could have done The Thing to make him allow the guest she'd wanted to bring in on this meeting, but she had promised herself after the assassination attempt to never deliberately do it to him again. "And yes, Mander usually requires payment. However, for this job, he's working Pro Boner."
Helen smirked a little, Maria smirked harder. Mander held it in as they waited in silence for someone to ask the question. The Minister of Intelligence finally did so.
"Isn't that 'Pro Bono,' Contessa?"
"Nah." Mander answered. "Means I'm jes' doin' it fer the boner I get from killin' Nazis."
The table erupted into laughter, especially Maria and Helen, who'd heard the joke earlier. The Prefect returned to his seat, knowing that was the best answer he'd get. Lady Maria spoke up once everyone calmed down.
"Through the gates of Hell! As we make our way to Heaven!
Through the Nazi lines!
PRIMO VICTORIA!
On the 6th of June! On the shores of Western Europe!
1944!
D-DAY UPON US!"
-Sabaton, "Primo Victoria"
Luc and Ramirez were the last to arrive at the meeting, stopping so that Luc could examine the van the tank crew had used to get into the castle. He spotted the smuggling compartments that had been carved into the van's interior and concluded that they'd been a rush job, but good enough to pass a gate inspection if the guards don't start pulling up the floors and walls. Since they had Scott's paperwork from the studio, they weren't suspicious enough to warrant that detailed a search.
"If they'd had more time and better tools," Detective Inspector Allaine told the people seated around the table in Castle Finzione's War Room. "A better job could have been done. Jerry Scott signed the van out this morning, and they needed to be here by noon. So, they could only do a rush job; someone on Heinrich Dietz's team is at least that competent. Once they were past the gate, they emptied their toolboxes; they'd done their job of 'guard looks in the toolbox, sees only tools.' They used those toolboxes to smuggle the ammunition from the van to the tank, rather than cart belts of machine-gun ammo out in the open. Why they hadn't had time to load it all. The Prefect's people found more."
He sat back down at the conference table. Contessa Helena de San Finzione sat at the head of the table. Generalissimo Hernando Ramirez sat to her left and Lady Maria sat to her right. Across from Luc sat Prefect Martin LeGrasse. Capitan Gregario Ortega and Minister of Intelligence Howard Caldwell-Pierce were next down the line. At the foot of the table, in a spot that had been reserved for a guest that the Generalissimo had persuaded La Contessa not to invite, sat Nigel Mander. The meeting was taking place in English because it was a language everyone at the table understood.
La Contessa lit a cigarette and looked at the rotating holographic image of the van's interior that was floating above the projector in the center of the table.
"Yeah, we figured they wouldn't have any local criminal contacts; no access to a chop shop." She said before turning to the Prefect. "You look like you have a question, Martin."
He cleared his throat before answering.
"Oui, Contessa. I know that he... performs certain tasks... for La Contessa. However, I must ask why he has a seat at the table."
"We had an empty seat." Helen responded, shooting a brief look at Ramirez. She could have done The Thing to make him allow the guest she'd wanted to bring in on this meeting, but she had promised herself after the assassination attempt to never deliberately do it to him again. "And yes, Mander usually requires payment. However, for this job, he's working Pro Boner."
Helen smirked a little, Maria smirked harder. Mander held it in as they waited in silence for someone to ask the question. The Minister of Intelligence finally did so.
"Isn't that 'Pro Bono,' Contessa?"
"Nah." Mander answered. "Means I'm jes' doin' it fer the boner I get from killin' Nazis."
The table erupted into laughter, especially Maria and Helen, who'd heard the joke earlier. The Prefect returned to his seat, knowing that was the best answer he'd get. Lady Maria spoke up once everyone calmed down.
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