RAGER RE JUDAS KISS
THE DEATH OF ONE of the Kingdom of Denmark's most lionized politicians was one of which Nikolaj Brogaard had foreseen hearing of withing few days. If not in foreign papers, then surely in the Danish ones, so when he opened up the 'Berlingske Tidende' each morning – he read both the morning- and evening-edition – with much anticipation, Nikolaj was frustrated to find that Hans Vang's death had not yet been publicized. He had not figured a public death, that undoubtedly would influence many, would take more than two days maximum to make the front pages, so that led him to wonder what exactly was going on over in his fatherland.
It was his mistrust in all but himself and insatiable omniscience that urged Nikolaj to make a telephone call to reach the Brendtsen Brothers. He was met with the gnarly voice of Bjørn Brendtsen, who so moronically asked how he could be of help.
Bjørn Brendtsen would tell him and Nikolaj grew redder than ever, anger enrobing him instantly as he screamed a string of curses in his mother tongue. Was it not because he felt the need to voice his disappointment with the brothers' awful service, he might verily have smashed in the wall telephone. An ashtray and a lamp had to suffice.
As it turned out, the assassination of Hans Vang had turned out fallible. As to why Nikolaj remained unaware as the stupidly uppity Bjørn Brendtsen had the audacity to pretend as if he did not know either. The youngest of the Brendtsen Brother's tried to assure Nikolaj they could 'handle' the diplomat with other means, but Nikolaj was only then beginning to come down from his high of fury.
"Alle er i stand til at begå fejltagelser, Bjørn, men faktummet at du er for stolt til at tage skylden er uhørt!" Nikolaj roared, pausing only to run a hand over his face.<Everyone is capable of making mistakes, Bjørn, but the fact that you're the kind of person who cannot accept blame is egregious.>
After Nikolaj had raged out on Bjørn who sat mortified and listened to appropriate degradation, Nikolaj requested that they met up. He remembered wiretaps were something the governtment experimented with, and while he himself could not be certain some high-authoritative person would be listening in, his paranoia struck higher. Although that meant an agent would have to find him suspicious before action to collect evidence could be taken, and Nikolaj's narcissism prevented him from needing to think up a reason for anyone to care for him.
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WHETHER IT WAS HIS heart of steel with a drop of gold or his wish to never forswear his special place in Ines' heart, Thomas Shelby took up the quest to retrieve Ines' lost green diamond necklace. That meant he had to take the matter up with Grand Duchess Dominika and lucky for him, he was already in the district in which she resided. However, one did not simply waltz into the Grand Duchess' Coventry Manor. There were guards – and Russian of that – and since his last run-in with the nobilities of Tatiana Petrovna and her family, Thomas was justifiably cautious around those.
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LENZ LEATHER ━ THOMAS SHELBY
FanfictionEx-soldier Birmingham-gangster bets his life on luck and illegalities, adroit wit and burning passion streaking his blood-stained fingertips as a dire quarrel commence between himself and the disturbed Dane who purloined his lover.