by The Eurostar
An expensive suite in one of the best hotels of Old Town, Mandelovia. The room was lit only by the lights of the outside street. In the darkness, lying on the bed was a short Oriental man with a long mustache. Sitting over him was a tall, red-haired woman.
"Tell me, Lorelei... humpf... was Cicciotto better than me?"
"I told you, Wong, you are the best!"
"The truth, bitch!"
"It is the truth!"
"The truth!"
"Well, okay... You know Edulcore could alter his density at his will, so, you understand..."
"No... humpf... I don't. It's... ahh... size that matter, not... humpf... density."
"As you wish, Wong. But, can you explain to me why you blew up the circus?"
"Ah! My... humpf... stroke of genius. You see... oh, yes, don't stop, honey... after Cicciotto died, I had to change plans all of a sudden."
"I would have convinced him to join us, if I'd had a little more time."
"Yes, I... ohhh, yeeahhh, baby... I know. Cicciotto and his friends would have been easily tricked. The only thing they needed was a good excuse. And telling them that our crimes had the scope of financing the Revolution, they would have easily fallen for it. Imagine, three, I mean, THREE metas able to phase through solid matter."
"Yeah, I know. No bank would have resisted us, Wong,"
"Bank? Think about the industrial secrets! That's why I had planned to start the tour here in Mandelovia."
"But Cicciotto has died."
"And also the activities of agents of various countries around the circus increased to a point that it was impossible to keep the true purpose of the circus still a secret... hoo, baby, that's goo... oohhh ahhh!"
"Wong?"
"Hey... it was good."
"Why destroy the circus?"
"Because this way we have erased all proof of our past activities, killed all the people who could have known about them, and the blame of what happened is all over Cicciotto's friends, thanks to those silly suits they wear. It was easy to have our men dress up like the Revolutionaries, filming the massacre and selling the footage to the big networks."
"Still, I think without the cover the circus gave us, it will be difficult to continue with our activities."
"But circuses are a thing of the past, honey. I am thinking of putting up a show, for theatre. Me, you, the Paskowsky brothers, Dhalia and the Pipistrelle. And don't forget that we have Cicciotto's van. Just before disappearing, they had transformed it into a technological marvel, the perfect base for our crimes."
"So, what will be our next move?"
"Tomorrow we'll leave Mandelovia. It's the last day before the foreign ban. The we'll go to Slovenia, Austria, Italy, France and Britain, and then, in six months or less, Las Vegas!"
"Oh, back to the States."
"But not for long. After Vegas, it will be very hot for us, so maybe we'll have to take a vacation."
"Good. Where?"
"How about the Caribbean?"
The End