LYDIA DEETZ AND THE ORB OF STORMS
Capítulo 13: Another kind of magic
Both orbs emitted a flash that seemed to want to dim the brightness of the neon lights that had been brought inside the factory.
“Nice lighting," said Weinstein with a sneer.
“They light up well and their flash disappears a few kilometres away," said Ñañiquez, "the important thing is not to attract the attention of anyone who comes to this place.”
“I see, but now can you tell me what you plan to do with these things?”
“I thought you just wanted to see.”
“I became curious.”
“Margaret Thatcher and Ronald Reagan meet to discuss the British victory in the Falklands. It doesn't matter, all I care about is that those two are here.”
“There aren't many men here.”
“Enough of them, now go away.”
Both the producer and Isaiah left the factory, the limousine arrived at a secluded spot, where three women were waiting for them.
“I saw about six guards," reported Isaiah, "but there may be more. What do we do about Weinstein?”
“I don't like it, but he did his part," said Lydia. “We'll need his limo.”
“But what are these men planning to do?” Elvira asked.
“The orbs can create rain, and for that you need storm clouds, clouds that can display several powerful rays.”
“What do you mean, Lydia?”
“Aunt Elvira, I think they plan to assassinate the President and the British Prime Minister.”
“How would they do that?” Gertrude asked.
“Thatcher and Reagan are sure to travel by plane while they are here... An unfortunate bolt of lightning that strikes one of the engines and no one would suspect an attack.”
They all looked at Lydia and swallowed saliva.
“What do we do now?” Isaiah asked.
“We have to wait for Percy," said Lydia, "and I'm sure he'll be able to give us a better account of the situation.”
“Gong barked as if noting his discontent.”
“Don't be envious, Gong," said the owner, "if you knew how to talk, we would have sent you and Percy to the factory to find out more.”
Fortunately no one in the group had to wait too long as Percy in his domestic cat form arrived to give his report.
“The KGB? Are you sure about this?”
“I am, Lydia, I heard all those guys talking to each other.”
“And how many are there?” Gertrude asked.
“There are about nine people.”
“Shall we call the police?” Isaiah said.
“Let's do it, but I think we should still act. Ñañiquez and his men can leave before the police arrive and we may not be able to track them down.”
Everyone looked at each other and knew what they had to do.
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A couple of Soviet agents patrolled the place, the weather was cold and windy, but they didn't mind, after all they were used to the icy climate of the gulags in Siberia.
“Why don't we get the hell out of this place?”
“Because the Profesor wants to first test the power of the artifacts before using them for the mission.”
“Look, a cat. Come here, little kot.”
Not only had Percy infiltrated the factory, so had Gong, and he was also attracting the attention of another group of agents.
“Ouch! The fucker bit me.”
When the men looked away from the wound, they saw that in front of them was not a lapdog, but a ferocious and enormous rottweiler who was already charging against them.
Weinstein's limousine was approaching the factory again and the men were wondering why the producer was coming back.
They pointed their weapons at the luxurious vehicle, the driver's door opened and through it Elvira walked out with a seductive pose.
The windows of the limousine went down and a light show was on as well as disco music, which was used by the woman to perform an act of erotic dance.
The men's discipline was completely relaxed, even some were already dancing, not realizing that a giant was just behind the line of agents, and knocking them down one at a time with a powerful blow to their heads.
“Very good dancing, Elvira, you're great”. Clap Isaiah.
“Thank you, sir," Elvira thanked him and, together with the man and Lydia, they entered the factory.
Ñañiquez performed a ritual to activate the power of the orbs when he heard footsteps behind him, not his men, but Elvira and company.
The old man shouted for his men, but from two side entrances, only a fearsome rottweiler and a panther appeared, dark as night, both with traces of blood in their jaws, human blood.
“It's all over now, professor, Gertrude must be leading the police to this place right now.”
“No, I'm never gonna give up. Death to capitalism!”
The old man directed the power of the orbs towards the group, his intention was to incinerate them, but something seemed to happen to the orbs. A couple of strong explosions destroyed the magical objects and wounded Ñañiquez.
“No... What happened?”
“What we gave you was not the orb," said Lydia, who held the orb of storms, "it was just a crystal ball, Steven miracle showed us when we went to Black Widow. I bought it for Percy.”
“No... My mission...”
“Communism only works when there is money," said Lydia. “Now things look very bad and worse with Thatcher and Reagan, tell me, professor, is Mikhail Gorbachev behind all this?”
“No, in fact he wants to start relations with the West, if that happens it will be the end of communism.”
“I see, well, good thing we stopped your assassination plan. It's all over now, and I think the same thing should happen with the orb, it's very dangerous, it was before and it is in these times.”
“Nooo!” Ñañiquez shouted as Lydia released the orb and it shattered to pieces on the ground.
The man began to cry with rage but that didn't matter anymore, the police sirens could already be heard at the entrance.
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Elvira couldn't be happier, Lydia had paid off all her debts and even got her a very important role in a Black Widow movie.
“The mistress of darkness," said Lydia, "I think telling about your adventures in a film would be very profitable.”
“You're right, I hope I have a good man to go with me, maybe Isaiah.”
“It's a good idea.”
“What about you, niece? Doing the same thing but with your adventures against Bettlejuice could work.”
Lydia hadn't considered this, she petted Percy in her domestic cat form and began to fantasize about another kind of magic: the big screen magic.
FIN
Thank you so much to everyone who read this far.
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