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| Chapter Thirty One | Entry #572364 |
Sir Maxton Silas was not a man best pleased. After the revelation spilt from the lips of the lovely Princess Viktoria, Silas had gone about his enquiries discreetly yet still it had not taken long for his myriad of informants to clamber the intelligence he required to verify Hesser’s location in Germany and this he saw as an opportunity he was not going to let pass by.
Silas’s patience had been increasingly wearing thin with Mason’s progress on the project that had been slowly bleeding his wallet dry for the last 18??? Months. He had not been funding Mason all this time to create an army of mutant dogs, for a grisly weapon of such nature could serve him little purpose. Besides killing people had never been much of a problem for Silas, he had expert tradesmen on his payroll after all for just that purpose. Silas’s ambition were far, far greater. Wealth, power, respect all was his and how so did he enjoy it, Sir Maxton Silas had conquered all in his path, he held Royalty in the palm of his hand. The very government’s fear of him meant they dared to not attempt pass any bill that would cross his path, he was arguably the most powerful man in England and quite possibly the world, but still he was bound by one solitary thing, his own precious mortality.
The very idea that some freak occurrence could snuff out his fragile existence enraged his indulgent ego into a wild fury, a man of such greatness should not have to endure such things. His quest to rewrite the laws of God and nature had him for years tracking the globe for knowledge on such legends embodying the Sphere of Destiny and The Holy Grail all of which had proved futile with dead end after dead end until he stumbled upon a snippet of long lost and hidden knowledge surrounding London’s great fire of September 2nd 1666. Project Life Eternal consisted of a small band of individuals who had been noted as conducting some sort of experiment of the sciences in the region where the fire was believed to have started, some had even believed them to be the root cause of the great fire. The mention of a strange leather bound book written in some great code found virtually in tact from the city’s ashes, whose existence was quickly denied although supposedly for a short time held in the possession of this country’s great leaders from whence it was believed stolen. Eventually with a bit of luck and a mass exhaustion of wealth his path in search of the book had led him to Mason and hence his position in Silas’ employ.
Silas was obsessed with the need for his own immortality to be realised and refused to sit back and wait any longer, he wanted action, maybe where Mason had failed Hesser could succeed. These thought’s lingered in his head as Silas eagerly awaited Mason’s arrival at his second floor office.
“Sir, I have a Dr Mason here to see you” interrupted May his soft spoken secretary
“Thank you May, Please show him in and ensure we’re not to be disturbed.”
“Yes Sir, of course Sir.”
Moments later Dr Charles Mason entered for an audience with his employer. He had barely sat down when Silas unloaded his frustrations.
“Mason, You will have to excuse me for my lack of pleasantries but I have called you here for one reason and just one reason alone and I already fear you’ve wasted much of my time not to mention my money.”
Mason anxiety levels began to rise greatly as his uncomfortable fidgeting in his chair clearly demonstrated, he was well aware of what Silas was capable of.
“You are to accompany me to Germany Mason, you will serve as a conduit to getting to Hesser and you will finally complete the work that you were hired to do, whatever the cost.”
“Yes Sir whatever you wish but what of the laboratory and it’s contents?”
“Fine, bring the Huntz it may somehow prove useful, the rest of those creatures leave to Henry, he’s good at disposal work after all.”
“But what of Franz erm… Baron?”
“Ah yes of course, your latest sordid experiment, I take it they survived their ordeal then?”
“Yes it went far better than I could have ever expected, I believe he erm they could be useful.”
“What are you babbling about Mason what in God’s name have you created exactly?”
“Well Franz and the Baron are now, er well one, two great minds, but one body.”
“In human form?”
“Well mostly yes, physically stronger and possessing albeit a slight minor facial mutation yes, however it seems he’s inherited the molecular manipulation characteristic of the Baron.”
Silas clearly growing in frustration “Speak clearly man.”
“I believe it’s possible for Franz erm… the Baron to shape shift.”
“Really? Hmm well it appears you may have created something useful for us after all. Do you think we can convince this Franzenbaron thing to join us on our impeding travels?”
“Oh yes, I believe little convincing will be necessary, both minds are bent on revenge, they would wish nothing more than Jefferson and Hesser to suffer, I’m sure we can manipulate them to our aims quite easily.”
“Perfect, then crate it up along with the Huntz, but make it quick we leave London tonight!”
Mason seemed alarmed at his employers eagerness for such a quick departure, and generally not over keen at the prospect of having to work with Hesser again but was not going to push the issue, it was clear Silas impatience had now gotten the better of him and Mason saw a lot more in his future than a half hearted stone engraved arbitrary.
Jennings sat disturbed in his office at the precinct. Despite the goings on of the previous night he still had expected a quick return from Thomas, a boy he never believed to hold much in the way of backbone, still his surprise at this was greatly outweighed by the concern of his reputation. Jennings had no intention of informing his colleagues and sending out a search party for Thomas, it simply would have raised too many questions, questions he wasn’t about to want to answer.
His wayward thoughts were broken by the irritating tapping of wood on wood on his office door, “Yes, what is it?” Snapped Jennings.
The tapping stopped abruptly and as the door slowly opened Jennings attention recognised the leading edge of a most familiar cane as Sir Maxton Silas made his appearance. “I’m sorry dear fellow, have I called on you at a bad time? I was hoping for a brief word.”
Jennings broke into an approachable smile and arose to welcome and shake the hand of his trusted friend. “Of course not, just the usual police business that’s all, nothing to be overtly concerned with, please take a seat my friend, tell me what is it I can do for you?”
Silas and Jennings both sat themselves down at the rickety desk piled high with the weeks unsolved cases.
“Well thank you, it’s not much really, I just wanted to inform you that I will be out of London for a while after tonight, I’m hoping to seal an important business deal overseas in Germany, while I’m out there I was hoping to take a detour and pay my respects to the recent Royal unity of the Princess and maybe even take a little vacation.”
“You taking a vacation Maxton, I never thought I’d see the day”
“Well I did only say maybe”
The two men shared a chuckle for a moment before continueing.
“Well I think it’s a splendid idea, I wouldn’t mind getting away for a while myself, alas this blasted job right now does not allow for such pleasures, not to mention the children.”
“Giving you concerns are they?” enquired a curious Silas as he remembered the sweet smell on the handkerchief from a long gone night at the Constitutional Club.
“Nothing a belt to the hand won’t fix I assure you.”
“Good man, well I’d best be off, I have a lot of preparations to make before I leave, I don’t suppose you’d mind keeping an eye on the old place until my return will you?”
“Of course not, I’ll personally swing by all regular like to ensure alls fine.”
As Silas got up to leave Jennings once again raised to his feet and shook his friends hand to wish him well.
“Thanks I appreciate it, please give my love to Marie and the kids, I bet that daughter of yours is growing into a very fine young lady these days” Silas said with a smile and knowing wink.
“Indeed she is that” replied Jenning’s with a lusting smile.
Night was finally upon us, Silas had been waiting impatiently in his carriage for over forty minutes as he oversaw his crated cargo be carefully loaded onto the transport vessel he himself owned.
Minutes earlier Mason had arrived and had spent the majority of time since his arrival telling the labourers how to do their job and general whining that they needed to be more careful, which had the inevitable effect of the labourers becoming increasingly irritated and doing the direct opposite.
“Mason damn you leave the men to do their job”, shouted an annoyed Silas through the lowered window of his carriage, “In fact make yourself useful and carry my bags on, I want us to depart here within the hour”. Mason immediately fell into line and did what he was told.
With Mason gone Silas finally exited the carriage and lowered himself to the dank London streets, taking a long look around at the sights surrounding the Thames. The ongoing construction site that was Tower Bridge, the Tower of London all the sights that helped stamp this place in his heart as his home.
As Silas gazed out over the glorious sights of the great city an overwhelming feeling overcame him telling him that this could well be the last time he would set his eyes on his home, and a cold chill filtered through him. A more superstitious man may have taken heed of this implausible sense of foresight and looked to rethink his plans. Silas however simply took a deep breath turned his back on his beloved London and walked to board the vessel that was set to lead him to his destiny.
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