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Whatever Gets You Through The NightChapter 21 free porn video
“From the depths of Hell in silence,
cast their spells, explosive violence.
Russian night-time flight perfected,
flawless vision, undetected.”
-Sabaton, “Night Witches“
The DM took out some pre-gens.
“Ok,” he said. “Who wants the rogue?”
Contessa Helena de San Finzione and Nigel Mander’s hands both shot up. Mander saw and asked if there was something with “a big ‘fuck off’ sword” in there for him instead. D&D had turned out to be more popular in the film industry than Helen had imagined, and other similar groups were meeting in taverns around them gathered on the stone floor of the set.
Helen suppressed a laugh when Suzy-Q emerged from behind a natural column on her knees, dressed as Dungeon Master from the old “Dungeons & Dragons“ cartoon. She said that Mander could have the rogue and excused herself from the group.
Helen searched for someplace private where they could speak. They began walking back toward the entrance.
“How’re things going?” Suzy-Q asked, getting up from her knees now that the joke had been made.
“We’re just choosing characters, but someone had a cool idea. There’s one big dungeon, all our crews are gonna hit it from different approaches at the same time. Then, as we encounter each other, figure out if we’re gonna kill the other guys or team up against the rest and split the treasure or what. But I’m expecting that since you’re here, I’m clear to get us all out now. Maybe I’ll hold a little mini-con at the castle sometime, because I like the idea. Or come back when they fix everything and have it here. A REAL underground gaming convention!”
Suzy-Q nodded. Susan was enough of a geek for her to know what a multi-party dungeon raid was like.
“Well, Susan would prefer if you stayed in the game and waited for them to come for you, but she also knows better than to try and stop you. She gave the word. Ramirez said to give them ten minutes to get the other side clear.”
Helen walked to the edge of the set lighting and motioned for Mander to come join her.
“Everyone but Mander,” she commanded them. “Concentrate on the game until someone comes for you. Won’t be long now.” The others accepted the command and continued their games of D&D or chess or whatever someone had brought with them. The two of them started making their way back toward the pileup.
“Suzy-Q’s back, then?” Mander asked. “Everything’s a go outside?”
“They will be by the time we’re ready to blast.” Helen replied. A little chuckle followed. “You know, in politics, when they say someone got ‘blasted,’ it just means someone else in politics was talking shit about them. Then they say that person ‘took fire.’ And if they reply, they ‘fired back.’ Trying to make it sound cool doesn’t impress anyone.”
“And here, Your Countessness is the only one who literally goes out and does it.”
Helen and Suzy-Q both laughed at that. Because Suzy-Q was in Helen’s head, she was keeping pace with them while standing still. It gave Helen’s perceptions the dreamlike quality of running in place because although she was still moving forward, Suzy-Q never changed position unless she moved closer or further from Helen. Rubble and debris passed through Suzy-Q as she remained in place in Helen’s line of sight.
When they reached the pile that stood between them and freedom, Helen gave everything a final inspection, then they started walking back down the hall.
“That previous explosion must’ve been right at the entrance. We were safe in the theater, but a homemade directional charge isn’t perfect, we’re gonna get a bigger explosion on our end. Since we don’t have any safety equipment, we probably want to pull clear back to the set. Means we won’t get to see it, dammit!”
`Mander nodded. Like Ramirez, he’d had plenty of experience seeing Helen’s crazy plans work.
“I remember hearing guys saying stuff about how Igazi had some kinda magic that made him immune to bullets. After that warehouse in Seattle, you pull this off, and I’ll believe you can’t be killed by fire.”
“You’ve been with me both times.” Helen said, giving the charge one last look-over before turning to retreat down the hall. “Maybe you’re the one who’s immune and I’m just benefiting from it.”
“I ain’t that lucky.” Mander replied. “You knew we’d get out of here soon. Why make all those people break open the vending machines and give up their drugs and stuff for nothing?”
“The drug part wasn’t nothing, there really are injured who could use something for pain. The rest? Well, yeah, it was a morale thing. Make them feel like they’re doing something proactive, they’ll know that more must be getting done outside, and even without doing The Thing, they’ve got something better to do than panic about being trapped down here.”
“Well, if you’re ready,” Suzy-Q told Helen. “I guess I’ll get back and tell Susan to call Ramirez and say, ‘fire in the hole.’ You do what Susan would want you to do.”
“Don’t die.” They said together. Suzy-Q vanished.
The two of them returned to the set. Helen checked her phone. Still no signal, but the clock told her that twelve minutes had passed in their walk to the cave-in and back.
“Everyone cover your ears!” She commanded them all. “We should be safe back here, but it’s going to be even louder than before. Doing the old ‘duck and cover’ might not be a bad idea.”
When everyone agreed, Helen gave Ramirez another minute to get everyone clear outside.
“You’re waiting to come up with something cool to say before pressing the trigger, aren’t ya?” Mander asked.
“Was thinking about it.” Helen replied. “Then I thought I’d just do what Propappou would.”
With that, she began humming “The 1812 Overture.” When Helen got to the part where the cannon comes in, she squeezed the trigger.
Generalissimo Ramirez and Luc watched the smoking ruins of the Visitors’ Center from behind a shielding pane of two-inch thick transparent Lexan at the edge of the parking lot. Rescue workers and Ultimados waited with them; ready to move in as soon as La Pompiere said it was safe. They’d gotten the blaze from the first bomb under control when word came to fall back and get ready for a second.
Susan called Ramirez back and told him that La Contessa was ready on her end. He reasoned that she was giving them some extra time to get clear.
About when he began to wonder if she was going to do it or not was when rocks began exploding out of the giant hole that the first had blown out of the building. La Pompiere moved in to put out the new blaze. Rescue workers followed in oxygen masks and jumpsuits. Once the second fire, smaller now that there was less to burn, was out, Ramirez and Luc joined them inside.
Flashlights sprang to life and pierced the cloud of dust and smoke that they were passing through. There were still stones and boulders to be navigated around, but the way to the set had now been blown clear.
They proceeded down the bombed-out hall, following the map to where the film crew were shooting. It was there that La Contessa, Mander, and what appeared to be a small Dungeons & Dragons convention were waiting. Adventuring parties sat in groups and dice clattered on the bare stone floor. In one area, a group of injured people lay sleeping or dazedly listening to someone reading them a book they’d brought to the set. Everyone had snacks and drinks, as if the vending machines had been broken open and they’d helped themselves. La Contessa held a Coca-Cola in one hand and a cigarette in the other as she approached them.
“Two whole hours, Hernando?” Helen asked sarcastically upon seeing him. “We’ve already had time to reject the ways of the Above-Grounders and the Then-Then and start a new society down here in the Now-Now. I’m still Contessa, though, we agreed on that.”
Ramirez’s answer was to simply nod from behind his oxygen mask, where she couldn’t see him smile. He produced another for La Contessa. Luc did the same for Mander.
“We should get you checked out.” He said from inside the mask. La Contessa appeared to be unharmed, but a group of paramedics ran to check them while the rest turned their attention to the more-visibly injured.
“I don’t know why I bother with doctors.” Mander commented as the two of them were looked over. “I can just come hang out with Your Countessness and get checked out any time I want.”
“They’re a bit better about wanting to keep me alive since the Jimenez thing.” Helen answered.
Mander knew the true story about Frank Morgan and the assassination attempt, but since they were in public, Helen stuck to the official cover story of “La Contessa was attacked by a crazed stalker and anti-science nut named Carlos Jimenez; who also tried to blow up the Ministry of Science” rather than the truth.
When the dust settled, La Policia followed the rescue workers onto the set. Helen was told about the Prefect’s injuries and was introduced to the Acting Prefect.
“I’ll have some questions, Contessa...” He started to say, before Ramirez stopped him.
“When La Contessa is ready to make a statement,” Ramirez told the man. “She will summon an officer to the castle to take it. Presently, she has more important matters of state that require her immediate attention.”
The Prefect nodded and went to go see to the wounded officers. Helen gestured her thanks to Ramirez.
“We got five of them.” She told him as she led her group to the exit. “Including Bad Red Rug. It took me a while to recognize him without the rug and being all burned and smashed up. I forgot about the one Mander killed yesterday, which brings us to 4-3.”
Ramirez accepted La Contessa’s way of telling him she was fine. The medics confirmed this. With Luc and Mander, the four of them walked back to the entrance. Helen and Mander both put on their sunglasses for stepping back into the light of day. Because they’d parked by a side entrance, Bessie had survived the wait in the parking lot untouched. Helen’s phone rattled noisily against the gun in her purse as all the missed calls and messages came through at once. She’d call Maria and Susan from the car, then recognized a few numbers as belonging to members of San Finzione’s criminal element who heard about Marco, understood who THEIR Contessa was as well, and probably had something to tell her about Dietz.
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