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“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.
“If someone on his team is a vehicle expert, it certainly wasn’t the driver of that tank.” Maria told the room. “I was more afraid that he’d run someone over to get to me than of them getting me.”
Before the others had arrived, Mander had asked Her Countessness privately if Her Princessness should attend the top-level meeting given what she’d just been through.
“It’s a part of my world that I’d hoped to have a couple more years before having to introduce her to; but she’ll need to get used to, nonetheless.” Helen told him at the time. “And she has to know what to do if anything happens to me. So yes, Maria comes to the Big Kids’ meetings now.”
Luc took in Lady Maria’s observation.
“Dietz is not simply hard on the people he works with, he’s mean to them.” The holographic display changed to a rotating image of Heinrich Dietz’s head. La Contessa glared at it, then noticed that others were as well. “Gives them cruel nicknames based on what he thinks of them. He wouldn’t waste a man who’s probably suffering with being called ‘Knows Cars but Otherwise Useless’ on a cheap gamble like ‘use one of the tanks at the castle to try and kill Lady Maria.’”
Helen took a drag and spoke.
“If it weren’t for the fact that this is a secure area and Howard’s people checked it before any of us entered, I’d say he’s trying to mimic Vincenzo.” She waited for the round of ‘Forever does he reign in our hearts’ before continuing. “Doing little things to force us into a meeting like this, then hit us now. Fortunately,” Helen took a long drag before resuming. “I’ve read that script and know how it ends.”
She motioned for LeGrasse to take his turn. He stood.
“Of course, we’ve had many reports of property damage and calls about traumatic stress from witnesses. A couple of injuries from falls and falling objects; one old man had a heart attack and he is at hospital, but no civilians directly harmed by the incident itself. Lady Maria did a fine job of keeping The People safe.”
He looked to Maria with a nod and a smile. She returned them. He continued.
“The wreckage of the tank will probably still be too hot for Forensics to properly examine until sometime tomorrow. For now, I’ve got people going over the van and the body of the one that Monsieur Mander took down.”
“Just Mander, thanks.” Mander spoke up. “Sorry, go on.”
“Mmm.” LeGrasse Mmmed. “Based on the Generalissimo and Detective Inspector’s encounter with the spy at the studio, we already searched the body and found what appears to be a glass capsule wrapped in heavy cloth. It’s being sent to the Ministry of Science. We’re fairly certain that this, too, will turn out to be cyanide. It’s likely all the men had them.”
Mander spoke up again.
“Yeah, ya see, Your Countessness? That guy at the studio sounds like another Nazi fanatic like Dietz. But he must’ve given it to the tanker wankers before they set out. And they’d be willing to take it, cause it’d be better than going back and getting bitched out for ‘Failing Zer Fuhrer.’”
Helen agreed.
“He can’t command respect, so fear’s just as good. I know the type well.” She saw that Maria seemed to have something to say and looked to her next.
“Si.” Maria agreed. “The Detective Inspector said that he is a legacy.” She looked at the men around the table to explain. “My boyfriend is a private citizen; he does not care for fancy parties and nightclubs. However, he understands that my duties often require that I be SEEN living La Dolce Vita. That even if Great-Grandmama and the nation are in a crisis, I must remain the unworried princess so that The People retain some normalcy in their lives and their children still have someone to look to in those times.”
Helena reached out and patted her great-granddaughter’s hand. She turned, smiled, then resumed her point.
“My point is that I am sometimes forced to be seen associating with ‘legacies’ like Luc described. Boys whose sole purpose for existing is to inherit. Trust fund babies who were born with an express pass to the fast lane. Whose first words were ‘Do you know who my father is?’ Dietz seems like he would be the Nazi version of that.” She put on a mocking German accent. “Do you know who mein grandfather vas? How many of ze ‘lesser races’ my family has killed?” She then switched back to her own voice. “Like the boys in the clubs, he probably keeps his hangers-on in line the same way; using his name and family history to impress and intimidate them.”
La Contessa and Luc nodded at Maria’s point. The others got it a moment later and did the same.
“Oui, an ineffective way to manage one’s people. They were so afraid of the consequences of failure that they failed. Right now, there is probably a group of even more frightened men packing up to change locations.” Luc saw that some at the table didn’t follow his logic. “He wasn’t expecting them to survive. Dietz probably gave the order to shut it all down and relocate the moment they left. Certainly, after it made the news.”
“Then we haven’t a moment to lose.” Helen said pointing at the Prefect with her cigarette. “Martin, I want every cop available on the street looking for them. If they’re moving, they’re in the open; which means he’s vulnerable right now.” She then pointed to the Minister of Intelligence. “Howard, any undercover agents who aren’t too busy should be out there as well.” She pointed to Ramirez. “I don’t think we’re going to need the Army or the Ultimados for this, but I want them on standby.”
Ortega nodded his understanding. Ramirez did the same, then looked Helen in the eye.
“Contessa,” the Generalissimo said evenly. “May I have a word in private?”
Helen put out her cigarette. The last time one of them formally requested a private word with the other, she’d had a gun pointed at him that she’d commanded him to ignore while his hand was on his own. She nodded.
“Certainly, Generalissimo.” Helen said, standing up. “Let’s take this to my office. Seems to be a trend lately. The rest of you have your instructions; those who don’t can do what you want for now. If there’s anything else, take it up with Maria. Dismissed.”
The two left the War Room for La Contessa’s office in the Government Wing.
La Contessa preferred to work out of her study in the Palace Wing. Helen only visited her office in the Government Wing a couple of times a week; mostly to sign papers and do official things. She only went to her office in the Business Wing a couple of times a month. Unless she could get out of going to that side of the building and having to deal with La Familia.
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