The Giza Death Star Revisited: A New Steemit Novel Chapter 54
The Giza Death Star Revisited: A Novel Based on the Work of Joseph P. Farrell
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The next night at the New Year’s Eve fundraiser, the Mistress of Ceremonies made a heartfelt appeal to the audience for any information that might help find the “missing girls.” Each band dedicated their set to them, except of course, No Reservations who was unable to perform. In fact, they didn’t even show up. They informed the event organizers (that would be Müller and Edda) that they were leaving immediately to jumpstart the search, which meant they were with Thorny and One Flare planning a rescue.
Müller took the stage right before Blackfire’s finale.
“Good evening everyone. I’d like to wish you all a Happy New Year, if somewhat prematurely. I’m afraid I’m not very good at making speeches but I will do my best. I am Reinhardt Müller, one of the organizers of this event and I’d like to thank all of you for coming tonight on such an important holiday.
“Before Blackfire lights up our stage with their superb finale, let’s remember that not everyone may be having a happy new year. Two of our musicians that were supposed to perform tonight went missing sometime between last night’s rehearsal and this morning’s sound check.
“We have managed to put together a separate collection for the two girls and their families. My partner, Edda, will be in the back accepting your donations. At the risk of compelling your generosity, please feel free to give as much or as little as you are able.”
Edda waved sympathetically from her position near the exit as an enthusiastic murmur spread through the assembly. Some were already reaching for their checkbooks and wallets.
Müller turned the mike over to Cher. “Now, ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls, a very talented group of musicians who have been doing wonderful work for their people and everyone, in all parts of the world…..Blackfire!”
Everyone rung in the New Year, and then departed in trickles and droves from the facility to return home or to their hotels.
“How much did we get?” asked Müller of the new donations.
“A lot. Thousands, certainly.”
“Excellent. Buy yourself some souvenirs and give the rest to Mr. Silva for his hard work.”
“I would love to bring some rugs and turquoise back to Bariloche for the house.”
“Whatever you want, Schatzen.” He kissed her on the top of her head. “I have to dash to you-know-where. They’re expecting me.”
“Of course, Liebling. See you in a few days.”
“I hope so.”
Müller spoke into his cell phone as he drove off. “So you have the package?....Ah, two. Perhaps we will double our money…..Hahaha! Is that right? Is that them mmmphing in the background I hear?.... I thought you liked them feisty....No, no. You mustn’t use the usual means. Girls like this are worth a fortune right now…..Yes, you’ll get your share, as long as they appear unharmed. No scarring, bleeding, broken bones…..Surely you’re resourceful enough to figure it out Mr. Silva. You’re the best in the business….50,000 apiece….I thought that might be incentive enough….Very well, see you at the rendezvous….Yes, yes. We have an additional bonus lined up for you when you get back to SCB…..Of course, Mr. Silva, good help is so hard to find!”
He finished cheerfully, as if he couldn’t help dealing with people any other way. He slipped in a CD of Die Walküreand turned the Magic Fire Music up loud.