Night Tale - Chapter 6

cryptocrown (11)in #writing • 8 years ago

On a black metal disk, two hands in a form of human hands showed 11:05.

Gaspar's office smelled with formalin. And a little bit with strong herbal tincture. The director of the clinic calmed his nerves.

Over the map rolled out on the table, the confident manners of a commander returned to the baron.

"We tracked him to Albrechtsberg Park. From the large-scale searching Dr. van Richtin stopped us. We confined ourselves to a chain of posts around the park and in the surrounding neighborhoods," von Stolz pointed to the scattering of black flags. "Each post consists of two gunners with a trained shepherd."

"Great."

"Red flags are teams with searchlights," the baron said. "As soon as the signal sounds..."

"The signal will not sound." Erica unceremoniously put her bag directly over the map.

"Neither you nor I need unnecessary noise. All that we achieve by clowning and fireworks, this is a scared beast. Believe me, you don’t want to see him in rage."

She clicked the lock and opened her bag. She put her hand in the dark depths and moved fingers.

The touch of ice metal soothed. It made her think about the business instead of the ghosts of the past.

"Do you mean you are going there alone?" from the surprised wide-eyed von Stolz a monocle fell out.

Erica caught it with two fingers above the table.

"I'll go there alone. Without your brave assassins. Without your rumbling weapon. I'll go and do it all." She returned the monocle to his master. "Gaspar, I need nine ampoules of serum-F. Two ampoules of meastatin. Phosphorus. Acid. I'll try to take him alive."

Van Richtan was already bustling around the safe, ringing his iron fingers in the holes of the disk. Clever guy, I never need to explain him anything.

"But Frau Nagel, please! You underestimate the danger!"

"No more than you, Baron. In addition, my loyal friends will be with me. Don’t worry about me."

"Friends!? What friends??? We cannot allow strangers go there..."

"These friends. They have never failed me."

Not paying more attention on the baron, Erika began to spread her "friends" from the bag on the table.

Portable automatic crossbow, fastened to the forearm with the help of leather straps.

A bunch of arrows to it. Arrowheads were glass syringes with long needles or oblong ampoules.

A sling with a dozen different caliber scalpels and other cutting surgical instruments. All of pure silver.

A bulky electric shock device consisting of a flywheel with a cord and a battery clinging to the back. A pair of flexible black cords, which were crowned with silver discs with insulated handles, moved away from the battery.

Finally, a nurse's triangular hat, along with a gauze mask. Only not white, but brightly scarlet one.

The color of fresh blood. The best lure for a hungry werewolf.