Lord Voldemort
05-04-2012, 07:14 AM
RUSH TO THE BRITISH EMBASSY
“Tell me where the package is!”, said a man walking to and fro. The old professor was beaten badly. Blood drooped all over his body and face. He smiled, “Not a chance Von bough, you won’t get it now”. Von Bough considered the old dying professor for a minute and then said, “So you gave it to him then?”, Von Bough walked out of the house leaving the dead body of the aged professor in his study. His evil German face creaked into an inhuman smile staring at a photograph, “You’re the next dead body Prof. Brown”.
Professor Robert Brown was walking swiftly through the narrow roads of Normandy. He was a tall, handsome English dressed in black coat and suite. His hat concealed most of his face. Robert Brown carried two uniqueness with him. His face looking aged and worn, although he was only 30. But this was due to an disastrous physics experiment that he carried out in Cambridge some 3 years ago. The next is his methodical mathematical mind. He had little emotions, pure math, calculating and plotting his escape from his enemies.
Robert Brown received a phone call from his professor old William Jameson, claiming he had something important. On reaching the home travelling for 8 hours from London to Normandy however, his professor, handed him a small package and literally threw him out of the back door. “Reach the British embassy located at the border of Normandy Robert!”, Prof. Jameson’s eyes was wide with shock. “Do not stop for any cause and don’t let yourself get murdered by this foul Nazi lieutenant Von Bough”.
Prof. Brown had a vague recollection of Prof. Jameson telling him that a powerful formula lies in the package he was carrying and if it were to fell into the clutches of Von Bough, surely Germany will win the World War III for good. And so Prof. Brown found himself walking swiftly in a cold frosty winter night on September the 4th, 2015. The Cloud of World War III hung heavy over Europe with the reborn Nazi cults rising in Germany.
Prof. Brown knew he cannot reach the Embassy on foot. The Nazis are lurking in every corner around the British embassy these days, ‘Wonder when they will bomb that’, he thought himself. Prof. Brown waved for a cab and entered. “Where to sir”, asked the cabman. “The Railway station”, muttered Brown. He rarely speaks. The cab rolled as Brown suspiciously studied the cabman. Some announcement came in the car radio. Since Brown is ignorant of German, he barely understood the announcement. He caught a single word ‘English’.
Prof. Brown’s pulse quickened. “Stop the cab!”, ordered Prof. Brown. But to his shock the cab sped faster. Brown tried to open the door. It wouldn’t budge. The instant panic was replaced by the cool methodical thinking machine. Brown did not shout, fret. He merely scanned the cab for some metallic object. He bent down and took a spoon. Prof. Brown looked in front. The cab was speeding to a road spot surrounded by seven Nazi soldiers and three jeeps. In moments the cab would reach them and there will be no escape. A tall slender figure who stood amongst the soldiers turned and smiled, ‘Von Bough!’.
Prof. Brown looked sideways. The cab was travelling in a small bridge under which a railway line stretched east to west. Prof. Brown saw an approaching train with a cool smile. Suddenly yet coolly Prof. Brown, stabbed the metallic spoon in both eyes of the cab driver. The cab driver yelled in pain as Prof. Brown opened the lock next to the steering and place some cash on the dashboard. “Thank you”, he said pleasantly and opened the back door.
Von Bough ran towards the approaching cab which has slowed down as the cab driver writhed in pain. He saw a hat flew away as the dark figure of Prof. Brown jumped out of the cab and on to the approaching train. Von Bough swiftly ran the breadth of the bridge and jumped. He landed on the last bogie of the train under the bridge. The train sped as Von Bough ran for Prof. Brown.
The scene was spectacular. Prof. Brown was standing in the middle of the train which now approached the Berlin Bridge. Prof. Brown smiled at the glittering British embassy which came into view on his left side. It was few miles from the bridge. A distance Prof. Brown was unlikely to cover alive with the murderous Von Bough on his tail so close.
Von Bough stood breathing heavily as he reached Prof. Brown. Prof. brown smiled pleasantly, “Good evening Von Bough”. Von Bough did not speak, he merely surveyed Prof. Brown. “So you are the famous mathematical genius Robert Brown”, he leered, “And that old fool was so happy and secured for handing over the package to you?”.
Prof. Brown gave an ironic bow. “I accept that I cannot beat you in math, but what’s the use of math in real world?”, smirked Von Bough. People started looking out of the window hearing the voices. Some frightened to see the infamous lieutenant Von Bough.
“Aah…”, said Prof. Brown gravely taking out his mobile phone and operating it casually, “The same question all idiots keep asking over the decades”. Von Bough advanced stealthily. Prof. Brown who appeared not to have noticed, “It’s all mathematics you see”, he was explaining so calmly as if he was in the Cambridge class room,” By analytical geometry I say that we’re nearing the Normandy station. By speed and distance calculations I say we’ll be moving out of this wonderful Berlin Bridge in another 3 minutes and 38 seconds. And again by Trigonometry I could guess that it will take me 4 hours and 37 minutes on foot to reach my destination where you cannot lay your filthy hands on me”, Prof. Brown smiled pleasantly at a glowering Von Bough.
After hearing this Von Bough roared with laughter. “four hours”, he repeated between fits of mirthless laugher, “you really think Professor you live that long. I am Von Bough, The Von Bough. Second in command of the new Nazi army reformed to avenge the fuehrer’s death”.
“Perhaps”, suggested Prof. Brown now scrutinizing his gaze on the blurry water surface of the river under the bridge, “You can avenge Lord Hitler’s death by using some own invention of yours rather than stealing others’ formulae”. “It was in Germany, that old Jameson found out about that weapon and to Germany it belongs”, Von Bough roared with patriotism. “Perhaps it does. I do not know what this package contains”, Prof. Brown held out a brown package. It was square, sharp and quite heavy. Von Bough’s eyes widened. “The very package”, sighed Von Bough, “Now hand it over to me !”.
“Oh yes I will, assuming wonderfully that you’ll let me go to the British Embassy once I hand this over to you”, said Prof. Brown. Von Bough leapt on Prof. Brown. Professor Brown fell on the train trying to take it away from Von Bough. Von Bough however wrenched it from the Professor’s hands and kicked him.
“And he was happy and confident about you”, Von Bough spat across them. He held the package in the moon light and his face split into an evil grin. “And now for the Grand Finale”, roared Von Bough. The train was slowing down. The train was nearing the end of the Berlin Bridge, when Von Bough leapt and clang to a beam in the parapet of the bridge. Prof. Brown stood up with much difficulty and watched Von Bough rummaging in his pockets and drew out a remote control. Von Bough, clinging in one hand, took off his hat and smiled terribly, “God Save the Premier, Professor”. Von Bough clicked the remote and as Prof. Brown stood on the train, the last boogie exploded. The train thundered and people yelled in fear. One by one the twelve bogies of the train exploded into monstrous ball of fire.
With a look of pure horror, Prof. Brown took leaned and entered a bogie at the moment; the ninth bogie from the last has exploded. Von Bough who saw a vague outline of Prof. Brown getting into the train roared with mirthless laughter, “Fool ! Must have jumped out. But to enter….??? Fool !!!”.
The entire train exploded. The fire team has subsided the fire and was transporting burned corpses four hours later. Von Bough entered a manor house at the heart of Normandy. The package clutched tightly in his hand and a proud smile in his face he walked swiftly as Nazis around him saluted and greeted. Von Bough entered a room after knocking. The room was dimly light by a fire. Electric lamps were off. A man sat on a throne like chair surrounded by men sitting on side chairs. The room was in tensed silence as Von Bough entered and bowed to the man above.
The manor house was in view from the British embassy first floor window as two men stood looking towards it. Professor Robert Brown, tired, weary but perfectly calm addressed a grave looking man, “There’s nothing you could do Premier”.
Sir Jones Bernwell the then Prime Minister of England was upset that the entire train that he came has exploded and all the poor innocent citizens were dead. In fact it wasn’t for Professor Brown; even he too would have died. Sir Bernwell still couldn’t believe that when three bogies ahead were engulfed in explosion, Prof. Brown slid in through the window. And now the nearest bogie exploded as he addressed very calmly as if he was in the King’s courtroom as Professor Robert Brown and asking an excuse he had grabbed the sleeve of the Premier and jumped through the window into the river. The Premier was further surprised to see three British soldiers waiting for them with a high speed motor boat. One of them smiled to Prof. Brown ,“Received your message Professor”. The Premier still felt the heat on his heels as the fire chased him when he left the bogie an instant before it exploded.
Back at the manor house a voice rang, “What you have for me Von Bough?”. Von Bough walked stiffly towards the man in the throne and produced the brown package. The man in the throne smiled hungrily, “The train?”.
“Train?”, Von Bough asked in mock amazement, “I saw a train debris”. The room rang with laughter. “And the Premier?”, whispered the man in the throne. “Oh my Lord! You mean Late Sir Jones Bernwell?”. Again Appreciative laughter filled the room. The man in the throne stretched out his hand as Von Bough obligingly placed the brown package on it.
Exactly at the same time, Professor Robert Brown placed a brown package on the Premier’s hand. The Premier quickly slid it into his pocket and said, “England owes you a great debut Prof. Brown”. Emotions are not Prof. Brown’s character. He merely bowed. “I was foolish to let slip that I’d be here to three people. One of them had warned Von Bough and so he detonated the train. Von Bough that cunning fiend ! ”, the Minister looked angrily.
“Cunning?’, Prof. Brown spoke amusingly, “I don’t think he is”. “What?”, gaped the Premier, “If Von Bough is not cunning enough Prof. tell me who else is?”. At that moment, from the British embassy window, they both saw a distance manour house explode into huge flames. The manor house burned with huge dancing fires in the night. The premier looked shocked at it as Prof. Brown whispered in his ears, “The name’s Robert Brown”.
“Tell me where the package is!”, said a man walking to and fro. The old professor was beaten badly. Blood drooped all over his body and face. He smiled, “Not a chance Von bough, you won’t get it now”. Von Bough considered the old dying professor for a minute and then said, “So you gave it to him then?”, Von Bough walked out of the house leaving the dead body of the aged professor in his study. His evil German face creaked into an inhuman smile staring at a photograph, “You’re the next dead body Prof. Brown”.
Professor Robert Brown was walking swiftly through the narrow roads of Normandy. He was a tall, handsome English dressed in black coat and suite. His hat concealed most of his face. Robert Brown carried two uniqueness with him. His face looking aged and worn, although he was only 30. But this was due to an disastrous physics experiment that he carried out in Cambridge some 3 years ago. The next is his methodical mathematical mind. He had little emotions, pure math, calculating and plotting his escape from his enemies.
Robert Brown received a phone call from his professor old William Jameson, claiming he had something important. On reaching the home travelling for 8 hours from London to Normandy however, his professor, handed him a small package and literally threw him out of the back door. “Reach the British embassy located at the border of Normandy Robert!”, Prof. Jameson’s eyes was wide with shock. “Do not stop for any cause and don’t let yourself get murdered by this foul Nazi lieutenant Von Bough”.
Prof. Brown had a vague recollection of Prof. Jameson telling him that a powerful formula lies in the package he was carrying and if it were to fell into the clutches of Von Bough, surely Germany will win the World War III for good. And so Prof. Brown found himself walking swiftly in a cold frosty winter night on September the 4th, 2015. The Cloud of World War III hung heavy over Europe with the reborn Nazi cults rising in Germany.
Prof. Brown knew he cannot reach the Embassy on foot. The Nazis are lurking in every corner around the British embassy these days, ‘Wonder when they will bomb that’, he thought himself. Prof. Brown waved for a cab and entered. “Where to sir”, asked the cabman. “The Railway station”, muttered Brown. He rarely speaks. The cab rolled as Brown suspiciously studied the cabman. Some announcement came in the car radio. Since Brown is ignorant of German, he barely understood the announcement. He caught a single word ‘English’.
Prof. Brown’s pulse quickened. “Stop the cab!”, ordered Prof. Brown. But to his shock the cab sped faster. Brown tried to open the door. It wouldn’t budge. The instant panic was replaced by the cool methodical thinking machine. Brown did not shout, fret. He merely scanned the cab for some metallic object. He bent down and took a spoon. Prof. Brown looked in front. The cab was speeding to a road spot surrounded by seven Nazi soldiers and three jeeps. In moments the cab would reach them and there will be no escape. A tall slender figure who stood amongst the soldiers turned and smiled, ‘Von Bough!’.
Prof. Brown looked sideways. The cab was travelling in a small bridge under which a railway line stretched east to west. Prof. Brown saw an approaching train with a cool smile. Suddenly yet coolly Prof. Brown, stabbed the metallic spoon in both eyes of the cab driver. The cab driver yelled in pain as Prof. Brown opened the lock next to the steering and place some cash on the dashboard. “Thank you”, he said pleasantly and opened the back door.
Von Bough ran towards the approaching cab which has slowed down as the cab driver writhed in pain. He saw a hat flew away as the dark figure of Prof. Brown jumped out of the cab and on to the approaching train. Von Bough swiftly ran the breadth of the bridge and jumped. He landed on the last bogie of the train under the bridge. The train sped as Von Bough ran for Prof. Brown.
The scene was spectacular. Prof. Brown was standing in the middle of the train which now approached the Berlin Bridge. Prof. Brown smiled at the glittering British embassy which came into view on his left side. It was few miles from the bridge. A distance Prof. Brown was unlikely to cover alive with the murderous Von Bough on his tail so close.
Von Bough stood breathing heavily as he reached Prof. Brown. Prof. brown smiled pleasantly, “Good evening Von Bough”. Von Bough did not speak, he merely surveyed Prof. Brown. “So you are the famous mathematical genius Robert Brown”, he leered, “And that old fool was so happy and secured for handing over the package to you?”.
Prof. Brown gave an ironic bow. “I accept that I cannot beat you in math, but what’s the use of math in real world?”, smirked Von Bough. People started looking out of the window hearing the voices. Some frightened to see the infamous lieutenant Von Bough.
“Aah…”, said Prof. Brown gravely taking out his mobile phone and operating it casually, “The same question all idiots keep asking over the decades”. Von Bough advanced stealthily. Prof. Brown who appeared not to have noticed, “It’s all mathematics you see”, he was explaining so calmly as if he was in the Cambridge class room,” By analytical geometry I say that we’re nearing the Normandy station. By speed and distance calculations I say we’ll be moving out of this wonderful Berlin Bridge in another 3 minutes and 38 seconds. And again by Trigonometry I could guess that it will take me 4 hours and 37 minutes on foot to reach my destination where you cannot lay your filthy hands on me”, Prof. Brown smiled pleasantly at a glowering Von Bough.
After hearing this Von Bough roared with laughter. “four hours”, he repeated between fits of mirthless laugher, “you really think Professor you live that long. I am Von Bough, The Von Bough. Second in command of the new Nazi army reformed to avenge the fuehrer’s death”.
“Perhaps”, suggested Prof. Brown now scrutinizing his gaze on the blurry water surface of the river under the bridge, “You can avenge Lord Hitler’s death by using some own invention of yours rather than stealing others’ formulae”. “It was in Germany, that old Jameson found out about that weapon and to Germany it belongs”, Von Bough roared with patriotism. “Perhaps it does. I do not know what this package contains”, Prof. Brown held out a brown package. It was square, sharp and quite heavy. Von Bough’s eyes widened. “The very package”, sighed Von Bough, “Now hand it over to me !”.
“Oh yes I will, assuming wonderfully that you’ll let me go to the British Embassy once I hand this over to you”, said Prof. Brown. Von Bough leapt on Prof. Brown. Professor Brown fell on the train trying to take it away from Von Bough. Von Bough however wrenched it from the Professor’s hands and kicked him.
“And he was happy and confident about you”, Von Bough spat across them. He held the package in the moon light and his face split into an evil grin. “And now for the Grand Finale”, roared Von Bough. The train was slowing down. The train was nearing the end of the Berlin Bridge, when Von Bough leapt and clang to a beam in the parapet of the bridge. Prof. Brown stood up with much difficulty and watched Von Bough rummaging in his pockets and drew out a remote control. Von Bough, clinging in one hand, took off his hat and smiled terribly, “God Save the Premier, Professor”. Von Bough clicked the remote and as Prof. Brown stood on the train, the last boogie exploded. The train thundered and people yelled in fear. One by one the twelve bogies of the train exploded into monstrous ball of fire.
With a look of pure horror, Prof. Brown took leaned and entered a bogie at the moment; the ninth bogie from the last has exploded. Von Bough who saw a vague outline of Prof. Brown getting into the train roared with mirthless laughter, “Fool ! Must have jumped out. But to enter….??? Fool !!!”.
The entire train exploded. The fire team has subsided the fire and was transporting burned corpses four hours later. Von Bough entered a manor house at the heart of Normandy. The package clutched tightly in his hand and a proud smile in his face he walked swiftly as Nazis around him saluted and greeted. Von Bough entered a room after knocking. The room was dimly light by a fire. Electric lamps were off. A man sat on a throne like chair surrounded by men sitting on side chairs. The room was in tensed silence as Von Bough entered and bowed to the man above.
The manor house was in view from the British embassy first floor window as two men stood looking towards it. Professor Robert Brown, tired, weary but perfectly calm addressed a grave looking man, “There’s nothing you could do Premier”.
Sir Jones Bernwell the then Prime Minister of England was upset that the entire train that he came has exploded and all the poor innocent citizens were dead. In fact it wasn’t for Professor Brown; even he too would have died. Sir Bernwell still couldn’t believe that when three bogies ahead were engulfed in explosion, Prof. Brown slid in through the window. And now the nearest bogie exploded as he addressed very calmly as if he was in the King’s courtroom as Professor Robert Brown and asking an excuse he had grabbed the sleeve of the Premier and jumped through the window into the river. The Premier was further surprised to see three British soldiers waiting for them with a high speed motor boat. One of them smiled to Prof. Brown ,“Received your message Professor”. The Premier still felt the heat on his heels as the fire chased him when he left the bogie an instant before it exploded.
Back at the manor house a voice rang, “What you have for me Von Bough?”. Von Bough walked stiffly towards the man in the throne and produced the brown package. The man in the throne smiled hungrily, “The train?”.
“Train?”, Von Bough asked in mock amazement, “I saw a train debris”. The room rang with laughter. “And the Premier?”, whispered the man in the throne. “Oh my Lord! You mean Late Sir Jones Bernwell?”. Again Appreciative laughter filled the room. The man in the throne stretched out his hand as Von Bough obligingly placed the brown package on it.
Exactly at the same time, Professor Robert Brown placed a brown package on the Premier’s hand. The Premier quickly slid it into his pocket and said, “England owes you a great debut Prof. Brown”. Emotions are not Prof. Brown’s character. He merely bowed. “I was foolish to let slip that I’d be here to three people. One of them had warned Von Bough and so he detonated the train. Von Bough that cunning fiend ! ”, the Minister looked angrily.
“Cunning?’, Prof. Brown spoke amusingly, “I don’t think he is”. “What?”, gaped the Premier, “If Von Bough is not cunning enough Prof. tell me who else is?”. At that moment, from the British embassy window, they both saw a distance manour house explode into huge flames. The manor house burned with huge dancing fires in the night. The premier looked shocked at it as Prof. Brown whispered in his ears, “The name’s Robert Brown”.