Wonder Woman was created by Dr William Moulton Marston in
1941 and is the © copyright trademark of DC Comics. My Wonder Woman stories
are only fan fiction and based, primarily, on the 1970s CBS TV show (albeit, updated
to the present time of writing). However, any resources from adaptations
and the comics may be utilised. All characters are entirely fictional. With the exception of Diana / Wonder
Woman and Steve Trevor, the story and characters are my own creation, unless otherwise
stated. In my stories there are no other superheroes in the world, except for
Wonder Woman.
04 When in Parioli
The transatlantic flight from New York to Rome was a long
one; not that Christopher Dalton had noticed; his mind was still buzzing after
reading all Diana Prince’s previous cases which recorded Wonder Woman having
intervened. What he couldn’t figure out was how she was able to rescue Agent
Prince at precisely the right time. Any surveillance cameras, at the scenes,
were always blacked out just before the super-heroine appeared; there must be a link
between the two. These thoughts he presided over while climbing into the first floor of Cardinal
Mendo’s apartment in the Roman district of Parioli, during the
early hours of Sunday morning.
He found himself in a small personal library with the only
light emanating from the flames in the fireplace. There was a desk with the
back of a large mahogany chair facing towards the fire.
“There’s a chill in the air, tonight, Mr Dalton,” a
gentleman said swivelling his seat around to face the I.A.D.C agent, “I’m
Cardinal Mendo.”
Mendo was without his collar, wearing a deep purple dressing
gown. His fingertips were placed against one another, as if in reflection.
“You’re quite welcome to risk your life using my first floor
window for entry, but most people find the front door a much easier prospect.”
Dalton grinned and pulled out his Beretta M9 handgun. “Okay,
wise cracker, time to spill. Who are you? How have you heard of me? And what
are you after?”
Mendo pulled a wry smile, “Why do you Americans always assume the
best way to get a man to talk is by putting a bullet through his brain?
But, I suppose, if we are to do business, we need to
co-operate for the greater objective in mind. I am a spy of sorts for the church, however you won’t be able to trace me on any record. My mission is to seek out miracles wherever
they occur – and who better to investigate than a wonder woman?
Sadly, I’ve found she isn’t anything like Florence
Nightingale. I was there on the top of the Eiffel Tower, you see, when poor Karen Harris
felt propelled to jump off before Wonder Woman gave her the heave-ho. You felt
it too, didn’t you, the evil of the moment?”
Those words had spoken to Dalton. He relaxed his aim and
slumped in a near armchair. “Yeah, you’re right, I guess, I did.”
“And there are numerous other examples of people whom have lost
their lives for no other reason than getting in the way of Wonder Woman,” told
Mendo.
He leaned forward, sensing a breakthrough with the I.A.D.C
agent, “We can put an end to her reign of destruction. Are you with me, Mr
Dalton?”
Christopher placed his gun on a coffee table and looked
straight down at the floor, resting his head on his hands. It could have been
the jet-lag catching up with him, or the intensity of the situation, but either
way he found the Cardinal incredibly imposing - if not hypnotically persuasive.
“How?” he asked.
“Simply make sure Diana Prince is at the Colosseum by fifteen
hundred hours, today.”
“Why get Diana involved? She’s a colleague, I don’t want to
see her hurt,” protested Dalton.
“As you well know, where Miss Prince goes, Wonder Woman
usually follows. In fact, you might term them inseparable. Now, follow my
instructions, Mr Dalton, and all will be revealed in the fullness of time…”
The sound of a phone beeping louder jolted Diana out of her
sleep, at her bedside, in the Rome American Hospital.
“Steve, is that you?” she answered.
“Yes, it’s me, Diana, how is the patient?” replied Trevor.
“Err, the patient is groggy and - ouch!” squeaked Diana, as
she pressed her hand over the left side of her neck.
“That’ll be the nick in your neck with three stitches,”
Trevor rightly supposed, cheerily, “The doctor said you’re lucky the throwing
star didn’t puncture a major artery.”
“Well, I don’t feel very lucky at the moment, Steve,” Diana
sighed.
“Then, this will cheer you up. Your hunch about Louis Cesario
was right - he’s in trouble. Cesario made several bad investments backing banks
that later collapsed during the financial crisis. In addition, he’s racked up
huge gambling debts to casinos right around the world, one of which is owned by
a Russian neo-Nazi donor, called Marat Osinov. He may be marrying the princess
for her inherited fortune.”
“I can tell you his loyalty to Rosetta is suspect,” confessed
Diana.
“What I don’t get is where the Divina Key fits into all of
this. I can’t see someone like Cesario chasing some folklore treasure trove,” pondered Trevor.
“I’m not sure, Steve, but Cesario is evidently a high
roller. He’s used to taking big risks. Maybe the Divina Key is a leap of faith
by a ludomaniac.”
After the phone call, Diana began to fall back a sleep until
a disturbance was heard outside her room.
“Get off me, jackass, I’m seeing Prince whether you like it
or not.”
The door burst open with Christopher Dalton shaking off an Italian
police guard. Inspector Sergio Nico followed behind.
“Diana mi dispiace,” Nico sighed.
“It’s all right, Sergio,” Diana replied, “Meet Christopher
Dalton, the Head of European Operations for the IADC.”
The two men reluctantly shook hands. Dalton was a few inches
taller, and had a firmer handshake, but Nico wasn’t the kind to be easily intimidated;
he passively returned the taller man’s stare without reacting.
“The situation is somewhat embarrassing for me,” admitted
Sergio, “I’m not here for your protection, Miss Prince, but to question you over
your involvement in the theft of the Divina Key of Belle Terra from Princess
Rosetta suite. Two assigned protection officers have stated you doped them with
coffee before you fell unconscious, yourself, at the hands of the Lost Siren.”
“Inspector, the officers are lying. Serena Rocca, the
Lady-In-Waiting, is the Lost Siren and a Nazi,” informed Diana.
“Unfortunately, for you,” regretted Sergio, “Miss Rocca is
nowhere to be found. I’m afraid you’ll have to stay in custody till we can
establish the facts.”
“Jesus!” uttered Dalton, “Hey, Sergio, how about you you
give us a ten minute time out here?”
Once the Inspector had left the room, Dalton shared his real
intention, “Get your clothes on under the bedding, Diana, we’re breaking out of
here right now.”
“For once, Chris,” Diana replied, “I’m in total agreement
with you. What’s the plan?”
“A little assassination
stunt,” he responded, taking out his Berretta handgun from his jacket.
Dalton took a shot upwards through the window, towards the roof
on the other side. The glass frame shattered into pieces on the floor. Nico and
a guard rushed into the room to see Dalton crouching under the window.
“There’s a hit man on the roof, get down!” Dalton warned.
As the unsuspecting officers knelt, Dalton and Diana dashed
away down the corridor. They, luckily, flagged a cab outside the hospital and
were gone before anybody had seen where they went. The taxi dropped them off at
Dalton’s guest house back in Parioli.
“Thanks for your assistance, today, Christopher,” Diana
said, “But I must chase up a lead by myself.”
“No, you stick with me now,” insisted Dalton, “We’ve got an
important meeting at the Colosseum at fifteen hundred hours.“
“I’ll be there, I promise,” and with that she pulled away in
the cab.
Quiet before the storm ? Great work in creating reader's suspence .... Can't wait, by the way you said "next week" instead of "next weekend" can we hope for an earlier delivery ? Thanks again for the work and the effort
ReplyDeleteTo clarify, it will be the weekend - I don't want to rush it. I usually aim for Friday night (depending on where you are in the world), as I like the notion of somebody being able to relax and read a chapter after the working week.
ReplyDeleteThanks for your support.