Chapter Two, Part 2510.40pm, Saturday 26th January, 1906, Geneva, Avenue de la MairieI say! This really won’t do old chap! You know that case belongs to His Majesty!Aim gun at First German Ulrich, but give Smith time to concentrate on his batting before firing so the blast don't cause him to miss, of course!
Watching the German climb the rope ladder into the basket of his get-away Zeppelin,
von Fersen expertly aims his gun at the escaping spy, and holds fire to give Smith time to bat the cad to smithereens [5].
“Come on Smith, your turn at the crease old boy!”
Cricket bat the doorknob at the German! Then demand surrender.
You may as well just surrender and give it to us now! It really is causing us quite a bother you know! Quite an inconvenience! You should be ashamed!Right on cue,
Smith takes Scriver’s Doorknob from his jacket pocket, and tosses it into the air. He smacks it with the centre of his walking
bat stick! It whistles through the air, straight as a bullet. An exploding door furniture bullet! The noise of its flight is so horrendously loud it drowns out the beginnings of McGeenyton’s speech beside Smith, and Ulrich the German hears it coming!
He pops his head over the parapet of his basket to see what is causing this unruly disturbance, and he sees the approaching projectile. He catches the doorknob [5]! It explodes in his hand! His face is pierced! His eyes are bruised! His hand is shorn off! It flies away! A small piece of exploding doorknob shrapnel slices gently through the skin of the Zeppelin, which starts to drift softly to the ground away from the watching gentlemen [5+1 Time to Concentrate bonus+1 Weaponised Cricket bonus].
Item Lost! Scriver's Doorknob!
Slice the rope ladder with my top hat!
It’s just the right thing to do! Come on man, listen to your common sense! Listen to your sense of honour! Are we not brothers in gentlemanship? Care you not for the welfare of the Elk?As McGeenyton continues his speech, his voice becoming louder and louder to overcome the increasing distance and the ceaseless interruptions,
Mr Wellington bends to one knee next to him, removing his top hat and aiming it at the rope ladder wafting about beneath the out of control dirigible, which slowly drifts further away over the gilded round dome of Geneva’s town hall.
He launches his fragmentation top hat with great speed! It flies straight and true into the space where the rope ladder was a few seconds ago! It hits the sinking airship!
The top hat goes off! The Zeppelin ignites! A terrifying ball of flame explodes over central Geneva, nearly five hundred yards across!
The burning wreckage of the Zeppelin collapses on the town hall. A dozen small fires start to burn [1].
Item Lost! Fragmentation top hat!
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Come on old boy, just hand it over! Give us the case and everything will be as it was bef-oh. I say. Blast.Make a louder speech.
Blown over a hundred yards away by the explosion, the one-handed Ulrich suddenly flops to the floor at the feet of the speechifying
Henry McGeenyton, who has kept up his demand for surrender. Ulrich is holding the dispatch case. He’s been horrifically wounded by the impact with the ground and the force of the explosion, but miraculously still seems to be breathing [6].
“Anyway, where was I?” continues the Englishman, shouting as politely as he can at the bleeding German.
“A damned inconvenience, what! Bloody surrender and we’ll ensure safe passage to a neutral country or something. You’ll be well treated! It’s the right thing to do if you ever want to see Munich again you know! The beer! The lovely frauleins! The sausages! I’ll even knock you up a nice cup of tea! Well, I’ll ask the butler to see to it, in any case. Not entirely sure how one goes about making tea, myself. Quite sure it involves heating water, but then I’m not entirely sure how one goes about that. Not a fan of manual labour myself, you see. Ruins the complexion. Uncreases the trouser. Hey! I say! Will you bloody listen to me you impolite bounder! Ope- oh. Blast.”Ulrich has been struck down! [6+1 Tedious Oratory bonus].
The sirens of the forces of order begin to wail in the orange light of burning central Geneva.
The mission has been a success!The German won initiative… McGeenyton came last.
The five gentlemen are currently standing in the Avenue de la Mairie in central Geneva, a hundred yards from the Town Hall. Which is burning. The dispatch case is at McGeenyton’s feet.
Next turn will be Friday if enough actions are posted, otherwise Monday.