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Saturday, 26 October 2013

Wheels in motion. An interlude.

Translated from German.

"I am disappointed Herr Fischer. Not only am I not in receipt of the device but word reaches me the the boy has now seen it. I can only hope that you have a tight leash on the old man."

"How could we have anticipated the inconvenience of the American bootleggers Frau Lehrer? They are so unpredictable."

"Perhaps I could forgive you the Americans, but the my sources tell me that the British are also now involved somehow. If I discover that it is due to your carelessness then you will wish you had not disappointed me; for a very long time.

Take Herman and one of his Deutscher Orden. Find out where my machine. You may use any means necessary as long as the authorities trace it back to the bootleggers or some other criminal menace.

Do not make a mess of this like you did at the docks.

Oh, and Fischer, when you have located throughout device, you may find the airship and it's captain that so embarrassed you and make amends.

That is all."

"Yes Frau Lehrer. I will not fail you again."




Fischer departs. Moments later after a brief exchange of pass and counter pass phrases, bakelite receiver pressed to her ear, colour draining from her already pale features;

"Yes Mine Herr, Fischer has been dispatched to take care of the matter. It is a minor setback only. We still have the alchemist."

A short pause.

"No Mine Herr, It will not happen again."




Downtown Chicago at the pizzeria belonging to legitimate businessman Sal Stachetti.

"Whadda ya mean some jerry's shot up the Icepick 's warehouse? You wiseguys better not be messing with me."

"No boss, they was shouting in German and one of em has some kinda funky metal armour. Like that Ned Kelly guy."

"So who got Icepick's gear? If not these krauts who was it."

"We don't know Mr. Stachetti. Angelo's boys are looking into it. Trying to track down that airship. The Black Belly or something."

"Well when you find em you tell em they work for me. You got me? "

" Yes Mr. Stachetti sir."

"Good boy Tony. Good boy. Now get outta here!"