03-01-2015, 09:13 PM | #32 |
Join Date: Feb 2007
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Re: The First Interbellum (1918-1939)
LATER.
Nathan pondered what he had just been told, taking his time to think about the many implications as he sipped his tea. He was aware that Barrington-Shaw was watching and waiting, but saying nothing as he sipped his own herbal brew and waited for his guest to finish his cogitation. Nathan was not at all offended by the admission of ulterior motives on the part of his host, that came with the territory. Intelligence work was not about altruism, there were always hidden agendas and ulterior motives in play, on all sides and by every player. That the British, and Barrington-Shaw himself, had such hidden agendas certainly came as no surprise to Nathan, it was not as if he and his were any different. It was also not a surprise to Nathan that his British counterparts had held back such a considerable amount of information for so long. Again, self-interest was the name of the game in their line of work, and information was a valuable commodity. Besides, Nathan thought to himself in a certain amount of wry amusement, if they had told us about a man over a century old running around today, still young and strong, we’d probably have thought they were insane if we hadn’t already found evidence of it ourselves. Even with all the weirdness we already knew, about Atlantis and the rest, that one would be hard to take on faith! “So why are you telling us this now?” Nathan finally asked aloud. “What’s changed?” “Among other things,” Barrington-Shaw said, after a long sip of his own ‘tea’, “you’ve had your own encounter with the man now, and learned enough on your own to believe the things we’re ready to tell you. For another, I personally have wanted to reveal some of this for a while now, but I had to get approval from...certain people...before I could do so.” Nathan made a mental note about that, suspecting that Barrington- Shaw would say nothing else about those ‘other people’. “When you analyze the papers and materials I’m sending back to the States with you,” Barrington-Shaw went on, “I believe that you’ll see why I say that I think that our mutual ‘acquaintance’ is preparing for something relatively large in the not-too-distant future. I don’t pretend to know what that is, but I’m fairly sure it’s coming, and I’m reasonably confidence that whatever it is, it’ll be bad for the United Kingdom, and bad for your United States. I’m also of the opinion that of stopping whatever he’s planning, or at least mitigating the harm it will do, are better if we work together.” “I can’t commit to anything like that,” Nathan warned. “I know that,” Barrington-Shaw replied. “I’m not asking that of you today, I just want you to know what I’m doing, and why, and give your best advice to Robert McLaird when he asks for it. “My guess,” Barrington-Shaw went on, “is that you’ll agree with me about my worries after you have made yourself familiar with the information I’m sending back with you. You’ve met this bastard now.” “Not socially,” Nathan replied. “But...” “Exactly my point,” Barrington-Shaw went on. “He does make an impression, doesn’t he?” Nathan could not argue with that. There was something about the man in question, something that left an impression that, for lack of a less melodramatic term, simply had to be called sheer evil. Let us take our momentary leave of Nathaniel Conners and his host, and turn our attention westward across the vast Atlantic Ocean. We need now focus upon a town in upper New York State, and a warehouse on the outskirts of said town. MORE LATER. |
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