(4) Evil Rides a Train
A train heading for London The quiet of the night was broken by a whistle as the train sped through the night. The passengers were either quietly talking or sleeping as they journeyed to their destination. A lone figure walked through the train and stopped at one of the luxurious private cars. The man seemed very nervous as he stood at the door. Taking a moment to collect himself he ran a thin hand through his slick blond hair. Then after adjusting his tie he tapped lightly. Not waiting for an answer he quickly entered. The inside of the car was paneled with two cushions seats against one wall and a table that folded open from under the large window. Across from the chairs was a berth for the passenger to sleep and underneath space for all luggage. Near the compartment door was another door that led to a small bathroom. Sitting on the cushioned seat, staring out the window into the blackness, was a stoic looking man. His face seemed to be stamped into hard granite. The lines on his face showed a hard life yet he showed no expression. His body was thick but hidden beneath the expensive tailored suit he wore. Black hair cut short to accentuate his bronze features and a small goatee dotted his square jaw. His name was Wasser and he intimidated many people. Glancing at the man who entered he spoke softly yet with severe directness.
"Simon, I pray you have good news or I will have to consider your rudeness a reason to . terminate your employment." Simon stared wide eyed and then swallowed. His eyes seemed larger than usual behind the thick lens. "Sir, I was just informed that we will be arriving in London at 10am. You will be met by a car to take you directly to the British Museum from there." His boss smiled slightly, the sight looking more like a sneer than a smile.
"Good. I shall have the final piece." Gazing again out the window, he took a cheroot from his jacket pocket. Simon rushed over to light it for him and then stood waiting. "Sir, may I ask what is in London? I mean you have been all over the world collecting items from the dynasty of Pharoh Akhenaten. It is almost as if you are obsessed." Chuckling, Wasser stood and stretched. His muscles pressing against the fine material of his suits. He towered over his assistant but did not even glance at him as he continued to stare out the window. "Pharoh? Akhenaten was a sympathetic old fool. He wasn't a leader but a fool who catered to his family. And now I shall have what should have been mind years ago." Simon simply stared. Not understanding but keeping quiet. Knowing it best not to interrupt his boss during his tirades.
"In another life I should have been ruler. But I was ignored and was shunned. I wasn't even good enough for his daughter. But now I will have his fortune and soon I will have the body of Amen-Ra." Turning he glared at Simon. "Get out and make sure I am awoken early enough to bathe and have breakfast. You know I do not like to rush." Simon nodded and quickly left, closing the door quietly. Inside, his boss sat back down and removed a large valise from under the table. Setting it atop he clicked it open and took out a small felt box. Opening the box he stared at the small gold ring that sat inside. With an evil smile he reached out with a large finger and stroked the jewelry.
Opening a folder he removed a picture of an etching found showing the death of Amen-Ra. Almost lovingly he stroked the portrait, his fingers dancing over her form. Then he glanced at her betrothed and he expression changed. The hatred was obvious. Smoking his cheroot he looked back out the window. "Soon I shall have you. I was denied you in life but in death I shall own your body. I will keep you and Khnum apart in the next world. This will be my revenge at taking you from me." Stubbing out the cheroot he continued speaking to no one unparticular. I have the ring so you will never find him. And soon I will have the body so you will not be able to pass into the next world. As Binemwase I was denied but as Benjamin Wasser I will finally have my revenge." Picking up another picture he looked at the dead body of Binemwase laying on the ground. A hole where his heart should be. The picture so similar to Benjamin Wasser it was eerie. Wasser closed the valise and put it back beneath the table then turned the light off leaving himself in darkness. He sat and waited patiently, staring out the window. Always patient.
A train heading for London The quiet of the night was broken by a whistle as the train sped through the night. The passengers were either quietly talking or sleeping as they journeyed to their destination. A lone figure walked through the train and stopped at one of the luxurious private cars. The man seemed very nervous as he stood at the door. Taking a moment to collect himself he ran a thin hand through his slick blond hair. Then after adjusting his tie he tapped lightly. Not waiting for an answer he quickly entered. The inside of the car was paneled with two cushions seats against one wall and a table that folded open from under the large window. Across from the chairs was a berth for the passenger to sleep and underneath space for all luggage. Near the compartment door was another door that led to a small bathroom. Sitting on the cushioned seat, staring out the window into the blackness, was a stoic looking man. His face seemed to be stamped into hard granite. The lines on his face showed a hard life yet he showed no expression. His body was thick but hidden beneath the expensive tailored suit he wore. Black hair cut short to accentuate his bronze features and a small goatee dotted his square jaw. His name was Wasser and he intimidated many people. Glancing at the man who entered he spoke softly yet with severe directness.
"Simon, I pray you have good news or I will have to consider your rudeness a reason to . terminate your employment." Simon stared wide eyed and then swallowed. His eyes seemed larger than usual behind the thick lens. "Sir, I was just informed that we will be arriving in London at 10am. You will be met by a car to take you directly to the British Museum from there." His boss smiled slightly, the sight looking more like a sneer than a smile.
"Good. I shall have the final piece." Gazing again out the window, he took a cheroot from his jacket pocket. Simon rushed over to light it for him and then stood waiting. "Sir, may I ask what is in London? I mean you have been all over the world collecting items from the dynasty of Pharoh Akhenaten. It is almost as if you are obsessed." Chuckling, Wasser stood and stretched. His muscles pressing against the fine material of his suits. He towered over his assistant but did not even glance at him as he continued to stare out the window. "Pharoh? Akhenaten was a sympathetic old fool. He wasn't a leader but a fool who catered to his family. And now I shall have what should have been mind years ago." Simon simply stared. Not understanding but keeping quiet. Knowing it best not to interrupt his boss during his tirades.
"In another life I should have been ruler. But I was ignored and was shunned. I wasn't even good enough for his daughter. But now I will have his fortune and soon I will have the body of Amen-Ra." Turning he glared at Simon. "Get out and make sure I am awoken early enough to bathe and have breakfast. You know I do not like to rush." Simon nodded and quickly left, closing the door quietly. Inside, his boss sat back down and removed a large valise from under the table. Setting it atop he clicked it open and took out a small felt box. Opening the box he stared at the small gold ring that sat inside. With an evil smile he reached out with a large finger and stroked the jewelry.
Opening a folder he removed a picture of an etching found showing the death of Amen-Ra. Almost lovingly he stroked the portrait, his fingers dancing over her form. Then he glanced at her betrothed and he expression changed. The hatred was obvious. Smoking his cheroot he looked back out the window. "Soon I shall have you. I was denied you in life but in death I shall own your body. I will keep you and Khnum apart in the next world. This will be my revenge at taking you from me." Stubbing out the cheroot he continued speaking to no one unparticular. I have the ring so you will never find him. And soon I will have the body so you will not be able to pass into the next world. As Binemwase I was denied but as Benjamin Wasser I will finally have my revenge." Picking up another picture he looked at the dead body of Binemwase laying on the ground. A hole where his heart should be. The picture so similar to Benjamin Wasser it was eerie. Wasser closed the valise and put it back beneath the table then turned the light off leaving himself in darkness. He sat and waited patiently, staring out the window. Always patient.
