HWA Message Board: Project LS2-TW1 Gold And A Question

""Ye serpents, ye generation of vipers, how can ye escape the damnation of hell?" (Matthew 23:33)

In what may seem a complete abandonment of his normal business routine and in the eyes of most…”normal”…we find Senester on a yacht, relaxing in the sun and talking on the phone.

(Senester): ….you’re most welcome. I am looking forward to the Dark Horse Production and Rashid Engineering joint venture.

(Nasser Al-Rashid): I hope the Lady Moura meet your expectations.

(Senester): Indeed. She’s remarkable, Thank you.

(Nasser Al-Rashid): No, no…no thanks…we are all friends here, but now my friend I must go. As sala'amu alaikum.

(Senester): As sala'amu alaikum wa rahmatullahi.

Senester ends his phone call and looks around the deck of the Lady Moura where a crew is preparing dive equipment. One gentlemen in a business suit walks over to him with papers in his hand.

(Assistant): My Lord…we’ve reached the projected coordinates. I…..I would feel much better if you allowed divers to facilitate this task.

(Senester): What you feel Mr. Merrick is irrelevant. You have your instructions.

(Assistant): Is the gold that important sir? I mean, you have plenty of resources.

(Senester): It is not the gold itself that interests me Mr. Merrick. It’s the Kerguelen Plateau’s ability to have radiated it.

(Assistant): But we have no evidence that suggest lost gold is even there.

(Senester): On the contrary Mr. Merrick, your work has proven rather informational.

The assistant suddenly feels in the hot seat, and as he begins to tense up, he realizes that he’s flanked by security officers, weapons drawn on him. Senester smiles and walks closer facing him.

(Senester): You would think that one would be smarter than to even think about betraying me, let alone making an attempt at doing so. Did you really expect to discourage me from my agenda so you might align in some second-rate commission to obtain what is mine, and for what….a museum Mr. Merrick? What good is the treasure sitting in some case for loathsome little children to gawk at on some fieldtrip led by their incompetent teacher?

(Assistant): I…

(Senester): You what? You did it for science? What I’m doing is science Mr. Merrick. It’s beyond science as society knows it, and I will not be detoured from my goal.

(Assistant): Please don’t kill me….I beg you.

Senester scoffs, a smile coming across his face as he puts his hand on the gentlemen’s shoulder as he drops to his knees.

(Senester): Get up! I’m not going to kill you Merrick, but I cannot ignore your transgression so I propose a test.

(Assistant): What kind of test?

(Senester): You thought you might test your mental aptitude in your deceit against me, let us see how you stand up physically.

Mr. Merrick, suit and all is shoved overboard. He hits the water and goes under, resurfacing pleading.

(Senester): The Indian Ocean has an unforgiving history Mr. Merrick. We are 3000 kilometers, or 1864 thousand miles for your simplicity…away from any land. We are precisely just south east of Australia. I wouldn’t wager on your physical ability to accomplish such a task.

The overboard, former assistant struggles to swim to shore in an insurmountable task he knows he cannot accomplish. The Lady Moura pulls off leaving him behind as the reposition themselves not too far away preparing doe Senester’s dive. He is seen on the deck being assisted into his scuba gear when he is approached by a security office.

(Security Officer): Sir, there’s something you see, this just came in HWA crewman, we’ve confirmed it with footage from the villa’s security cameras.

Senester watches the footage that shows the confrontation between Hans and Logan that nearly escalated into a full on fight. It’s hard to read Senester’s expression as with goggles on and the scuba gear mouthpiece in his mouth. He merely nods to the officer before walking to the edge of the yacht and jumps off into the water. Nearly an hour later he resurfaces, a plastic biohazard bag attached to his side. He gets back on the ship and starts pulling off the gear, and tosses the bag to an assistant who is waiting with custom briefcase.

(Senester): Get this to the lab. I want a full analysis in 24 hours.

With a nod the assistant is off and hopping onto the helicopter on deck that takes off. Senester finishes getting out of the gear and goes to sit up top where a decadent lunch has been prepared.

(Senester): Get My Baron on the phone!

A phone is placed in his hand and he listens to the ring waiting for an answer. Hans does not pick up and it goes to voicemail as his previous call had.

(Senester): Greetings Baron, I couldn’t help but to become alert to this altercation between yourself and Logan Neilson. A pity the brash, arrogant, Spotlight Champion left unscathed but that is not completely your fault, after all there was an interruption it would seem. Unfortunately you did not completely heed my warning. Perhaps my answers were not enough for you, and you felt the need to get them from the source itself, and as I said he would he slapped the other check didn’t he.

Do you see My Baron? Do you see Logan Neilson now for who he is? Take your lighter and burn the leech from you flesh, is it not time to end the free meal? He stood before you and said that however you felt about our match wouldn’t have affected his decision. How disregarding. What an insult. The very indignation. Pure insolence. Even Ms. Lang was made to be a victim.

Allow me My Baron a question of my own for you. You asked Logan Neilson “Why?” and now I ask you “Why Not?” Your knuckles were white. The corners of your mouth pursed to prevent you from foaming at the mouth. The beads of sweat on your brow like tiny bubble boiling in a pot. Why Not My Baron? Why not put Logan Neilson in his place? Why not show him the respect he should have for you. Why not assert yourself over a lesser? Why not be “The Baron” you are?

Has it been so long Hans you’ve forgotten or even worse…abandoned the knowledge bestowed upon you? Have you locked away the great Baron, My Baron that ruled the ring? Why not let him out Hans? Why not introduce him to Logan Neilson? Why not Hans? Why not My Baron? Why not?