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The Best Laid Plans ...
As Müller and Schmidt Ltd continue to produce the altered Dr. Bamberger’s Miracle Compost, farmers begin to complain regarding their wheat crop failure. First, it is attributed to the weather but when this identical problem becomes obvious in Asia—there is no doubt that there is a problem in the compost. This leads the farmers to complain even more.
“I don’t understand what could possibly be going on with the compost.” Everett Müller grumbles.
“Do you not realize it—we have been set up, Everett. That Eric Singleton made everything seem so easy.” Luis Schmidt deduces.
“Yes, it is time that Mr. Singleton pay for his treachery.” Everett decides, then continues.
“Why not give him a taste of his own deceit. I know for a fact that Mr. Singleton frequents Emerson’s Tavern. Otto could be persuaded to put a little something into his vodka—” Luis interrupts.
“Are you mad? The Baron would have both of our heads if something were to happen to his favorite stooge. Be careful!”
“Oh, it won’t kill him—just make him wish that he were dead. Just think of it, Luis. The farmers are blaming us for the failed crop. They are saying that things were fine until we started distributing the stuff.” Everett insists.
“Right but I have another idea. We have made quite a bundle from both the sale of the product and the Baron. So—what would happen if there were to be an accident in the plant. The compost will burn quite easily, and a displaced cigarette could cause—”
“I understand exactly. Let us occupy ourselves at Emerson’s Tavern. We both know a certain landstreicher named Hugo who will do anything for a carton of Zigaretten and a bottle of Wein.” Everett laughs and both men leave the warehouse and head toward the outskirts of Stäfa. However, before meeting with the derelict Slovenian Andreja Šušter, they procure the necessary items.
“Andreja, wie geht es dir mit meiner Freundin?” Luis inquires (Andreja, how are you my friend?)
“Ich bin kein Narr - was willst du, Luis?" Andreja responds. (I’m no fool—what do you want?)
“I've ein Gefallen, um sie zu bitten, Andreja.” Luis smiles, handing him the carton of cigarettes and bottle of expensive wine. (I’ve a favor to ask of you, Andreja.)
“Wer ist es, dass du willst, dass ich töte?” Andreja smacks his lips together and excitedly accepts both offerings. (Who is it that you want me to kill?)
“Nicht töten, ich möchte, dass Sie mein Lager niederbrennen.” This time Everett answers. (Not kill, I want you to burn down my warehouse.)
“Brennen Sie Ihr Lager nieder, aber warum?” A surprised Andreja asks, holding his prize possessions tightly. (Burn down your warehouse, but why?)
“Egal warum, einfach tun!” Everett orders, grabbing Andreja by the collar. (Never mind why, just do it!)
“Es ist nicht notwendig, ihn so hart zu behandeln.” Luis defends, removing Everett’s hand from around Andreja’s collar. (It's not necessary to treat him so harshly.)
“Du hast Recht. Es tut mir so leid.” Everett apologizes as Luis begins to explain things to Andreja. (You are Right. I am so sorry.) The two men used to be very close before Andreja fell upon hard times.
“Ja, ich verstehe. Der Baron kann ein bisschen wie ein Kader sein.” Andreja retorts. (Yes, I understand. The Baron can be somewhat of a cad.)
“Das ist milde ausgedrückt. Sie verstehen, wie wichtig Timing ist?” Luis rejoinders, giving Andreja a pat on the back. (That is putting it mildly. You understand the importance of timing?)
“Natürlich werden Sie beide in Emerson es Tavern sein.” Andreja responds indignantly as if they were talking to the village idiot. (Of course, the two of you will be at Emerson's Tavern.)
“Achten Sie darauf, nicht erwischt zu werden, alter Freund.” Luis remarks. (Take care not to get caught, old friend.)
“Macht euch keine Sorgen um mich - ihr seid derjenige, der mit dem Baron zu tun hat!” Is Andreja’s parting statement as the two men watch him moving effortlessly down the path. (Do not worry about me--you are the one dealing with the Baron!)
“You know—he is right. If the Baron ever found out.” Everett remarks.
“This is why we ask Andreja instead of just anybody. He used to be the best in his field—that is before he got caught and went to prison. That wife of his took everything he had and by the time he got out there was nothing left.” Luis clarifies shaking his head.
“Well, we have a little time to kill before making our way to Emerson’s Tavern. I prefer burning the place down than having to face a mob of angry farmers. Let the Baron decide his next move.” Everett explains.
“Exactly. We hang around for a couple of days and then we move our operation to somewhere outside of Köln, I think.” Luis suggests and the two men walk further down the lane.
Newspapers across the globe discuss the fire that happened at the Müller and Schmidt Ltd Warehouse. There are traces of cigarette butts and some clothing to suggest that a vagrant may have been using the place as a habitat and things got out of hand.
“I knew that Andreja would do an excellent job. I wish we had slipped him a few bills.” Luis remarks.
“It’s still not too late. Before we leave town, let’s pay him a visit. Give him enough money to leave too. No need in his hanging around here.” Everett offers.
“That’s a good idea. It was a stroke of good fortune that Eric happened to be at the Tavern the same time as we were.” Luis marvels.
“That made our alibi all the stronger. Now that the farmers know that they will no longer be getting their compost from us, perhaps they will seek the Baron for aid.” Everett mentions.
“Put the ball back into his lap. If he wants to push that bogus—well that’s his problem.” Both men smile as they relax in adjacent chairs and enjoy their vodka tonics.
Heinrich Schröder is furious when he sees the story of the fire on CNN News. He promptly gives Eric a call.
“What is the meaning of this?” Heinrich barks at Eric.
“I am not responsible for the fire that occurred at the Müller and Schmidt Ltd Warehouse.” Eric tries to explain.
“Do you supposed that one of those men did it to look like a local vagrant?” Heinrich asks suspiciously.
“Not a chance. I met those two at Emerson’s Tavern. In fact, we had a couple of drinks and when they wanted to leave I talked them into a friendly game of darts. There is no way that they could have been involved.” Eric replies confidently.
“Hmm, it certainly takes them off the hook for the run of bad luck with our compost doesn’t it?” Heinrich retorts.
“So, why don’t you just start reselling the good stuff again. The farmers were loving it and besides, you could corner the market on compost.” Eric tries very hard to stifle a laugh.
“Now you sound like Baron Balogh. He wants to capitalize on the effective Dr. Bamberger’s Miracle Compost.” Heinrich considers his earlier conversation with Marko.
“And, what’s wrong with that Baron. You were making a lot of money and you were putting the other compost suppliers practically out of business. It was a lucrative arrangement, and nobody got hurt. I don’t understand you Europeans and your thirst for world dominance. Look what happened to Colonel Schneider?” Eric reminds him.
“You might be right, Eric. Maybe I will get the Foundation for the Expansion of Genetic Exploration to create an even more potent strain of the advanced ALZ-903 formula. I will drive all other producers out of business. It will be my greatest accomplishment!” Heinrich proclaims.
“Where will you produce this great masterpiece?” Eric questions sarcastically.
“I will rebuild the Müller and Schmidt Ltd Warehouse and add a refinery. That way all three functions can exist under one roof. Since the product will be beneficial, there is no need for subterfuge!” A look of madness spreads over the once dapper face of Baron Schröder.
To Be Continued ...
Spores: The Final Assault 12
- Spores: The Final Assault 12
The Slovenian Andreja Šušter, Everett Müller and Luis Schmidt have all left for somewhere outside of Köln. Baron Schröder is gloating because he will now rebuilt his empire just on the outskirts of Stäfa. However, Baron Balogh sees the wall writing.
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Jacqueline Williamson BBA MPA MS (author) from Memphis on September 24, 2020:
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Jacqueline Williamson BBA MPA MS (author) from Memphis on September 22, 2020:
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