A Dogmatic Adventure of Count Pheenic the Third
Day 550, 00:35
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Published in India 
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by H. S. Dovewatch
A Dogmatic Adventure of Count Pheenic the Third
"So we're looking for the Arejayem organization?" Shail sat down on his Wheelie Suitcase
"That is indeed so my fine companion. That women a the information desk was most unhelpful, how is 'oh, it's an ethical investment organization" the legitimate way to start and complete a conversation with a customer?" Pheenic straightened his tie, again, and patted the pile of money at his feet.
"Well, whether the information desk is customer friendly or not we still need to contact these Arejayem people. Seeing as it's an investment company, we could try and see if we can get the whereabouts of their offices from the Knotsworth Bureau de Change over there..."
"A fine idea my both practical and intelligent sidekick, let us make for Currency Exchange Office at once!"
And so Pheenic and Shail took up their suitcases and ran across the cold tiles of eSingapore International Airport toward the Bureau. Upon reaching the little office, Pheenic knocked on the counter twice whilst observing that INR was doing surprisingly well against the other eAsian currencies. A clerk came out of the back room. He wore a Red-striped shirt with a stiff white collar
and a Red and Orange stripy tie under a fitted Black suit; He looked so little like a clerk Shail almost defecated in his pants. "Good eAfternoon, How can I help you?" the clerk said. His voice was crisp and clean cut, again dissimilar to a typical clerk.
"Ah yes, thank you" Pheenic seemed a little phased by the Clerk's appearance and was looking at his face very closely "Err, Yes, We're looking for the Arejayem Organization and if it wouldn't be too much bother could you please, err, provide us with some sort of contact details..."
"I see. And why would you be looking for an ethical investment corporation?"
Shail started to speak, but Pheenic butted in "We're on a very important mission from the Admin's" Shail slapped his head "They've lost something very important indeed and they need our assistance in recovering the missing information" Pheenic continued, mindlessly ignoring Shail "and they said that the Arejayem Organization would know something important so we need to contact them which is why..."
"I see” The ‘clerk’ interrupted the count, which was not something Pheenic was used to or would tolerate
“ Now that sir, was downright rude. You have turned over to the Cad section in my book and I don’t believe I will be bothering this establishment again with my custom!” Pheenic reared up and pushed his chest out, the ‘clerk’ did the same and they stood, glaring, at each other for a moment. Shail noticed how similarly they were dressed, but with Pheenic in a Blue Tie and Blue striped Shirt. The ‘clerk’, eventually, nodded and slumped down. “I’ll get you the address of their offices” the man moved back into the back room.
Away from the two gentlemen out the front, the ‘clerk’ picked up the phone and typed a number in hurriedly.
A few rings, then “Yes?”
“Dr. Knotsworth sir, we have a problem”
“Indeed?”
“Well sir, there are two people asking for the Arejayem Organization and they say they’re on an important mission from the Admins...”
“Dear Didio that’s not good! Alright, well I’ll be over in about two minutes. Stall them!”
the ‘clerk’ put the phone down and checked outside, they were still there. “sorry sirs” he called “I was leafing through the wrong filing cabinet, I won’t be a moment.” He ducked back into the back office and took the address book off the table in front of him. He paused for a moment, then went back outside. “Here you are sirs” he tried his most appealing smile, Shail almost laughed out loud at the pathetic attempt “You should find what you are looking for in here”. Pheenic pursed his lips before picking up the book.
“I say, Shail, what letter does Arejayem start with?”
“A, sir”
Pheenic continued leafing though, oblivious as the ‘clerk’ took out a gun, pressed it to Shail’s head and silently ordered him next to Pheenic. “Ah, found them..” Pheenic looked up to be presented with a cold metal barrel of a cold metal gun “err...”
“It’s okay, Pheenic” Pheenic looked shocked as the ‘clerk’ said his name “Just stay there and don’t move and all will be fine, for you” the ‘clerk’ smiled “Yes I know your name, you’re Count Pheenic the Third and you have a collection of pencils” the ‘clerk’’s smile turned into an evil grin, but the pile of money was climbing, unnoticed, onto the counter.
The next thing that happened was a little disturbing. Seemingly out of nowhere, eight mercenaries had arrayed themselves behind Pheenic and Shail and tall, white haired, man with half moon glasses had joined the ‘clerk’ behind the counter. He had a very nice voice when he spoke to them, but it didn’t harmonize nicely with the situation they were in or what he said “Hello you two gentlemen, how nice to meet you” He smiled a very very evil smile “Now if you wouldn’t mind awfully stepping this way we would be most grateful” the older man gestured into the back room “take them in would you, Blazed?”
“Of course Dr. Knotsworth sir...” Then the most remarkable thing of the entire adventure so far took place:
The little pile of money jumped up from the counter, took Blazed’s gun from his hands and shot, twice, into the ceiling. The lights fell from the ceiling as Blazed and Dr. Knotsworth ducked, something caught fire and then the entire establishment blew up.
Due to their position of crouching in terror immediately behind the counter, Pheenic and Shail survived; Quite unlike the guards behind them who were blown into smithereens.
The little pile of money jumped onto Pheenic’s shoulder and they ran off into the Commercial Sector of eSingapore airport. “That was Count Blazed!” shouted Pheenic as they ran “I wonder what he’s doing as a clerk in a...”
“Well I wonder what he’s doing working for an evil organization!” Pheenic was getting used to being interrupted “It was owned by Robert Knotsworth Capital Services, who were recently bought out by Ambrosia Holdings who simply collect funding from their companies to send clever citizens around the world on an apparent TV show that is actually just Ambrose, the owner, setting them to do his own dirty work in finding various lost artifacts. The latest ‘series’ was called the eMazing Race and I could of sworn he was trying to find the gold standard!”
“Ambrosia Holdings...The only way we’ll defeat them is by getting a company of equal proportions on our side. I’d bet Arjaa Aine could help. Yes, let us to eIndia!”
Pheenic and Shail quickly purchased moving tickets and boarded a flight back to eIndia.
Blazed and Robert Knotsworth picked themselves up and brushed the ashes off in true bad guy fashion. Knotsworth glared over his glasses “In our sweet time, in our own sweet way, we’ll get them. Call Ambrose Didymus, Blazed. We have an awful lot of work to do”.
Read the episode 1 of ‘The Adventures of Count Pheenic the Third’ HERE!
"So we're looking for the Arejayem organization?" Shail sat down on his Wheelie Suitcase
"That is indeed so my fine companion. That women a the information desk was most unhelpful, how is 'oh, it's an ethical investment organization" the legitimate way to start and complete a conversation with a customer?" Pheenic straightened his tie, again, and patted the pile of money at his feet.
"Well, whether the information desk is customer friendly or not we still need to contact these Arejayem people. Seeing as it's an investment company, we could try and see if we can get the whereabouts of their offices from the Knotsworth Bureau de Change over there..."
"A fine idea my both practical and intelligent sidekick, let us make for Currency Exchange Office at once!"
And so Pheenic and Shail took up their suitcases and ran across the cold tiles of eSingapore International Airport toward the Bureau. Upon reaching the little office, Pheenic knocked on the counter twice whilst observing that INR was doing surprisingly well against the other eAsian currencies. A clerk came out of the back room. He wore a Red-striped shirt with a stiff white collar
and a Red and Orange stripy tie under a fitted Black suit; He looked so little like a clerk Shail almost defecated in his pants. "Good eAfternoon, How can I help you?" the clerk said. His voice was crisp and clean cut, again dissimilar to a typical clerk.
"Ah yes, thank you" Pheenic seemed a little phased by the Clerk's appearance and was looking at his face very closely "Err, Yes, We're looking for the Arejayem Organization and if it wouldn't be too much bother could you please, err, provide us with some sort of contact details..."
"I see. And why would you be looking for an ethical investment corporation?"
Shail started to speak, but Pheenic butted in "We're on a very important mission from the Admin's" Shail slapped his head "They've lost something very important indeed and they need our assistance in recovering the missing information" Pheenic continued, mindlessly ignoring Shail "and they said that the Arejayem Organization would know something important so we need to contact them which is why..."
"I see” The ‘clerk’ interrupted the count, which was not something Pheenic was used to or would tolerate
“ Now that sir, was downright rude. You have turned over to the Cad section in my book and I don’t believe I will be bothering this establishment again with my custom!” Pheenic reared up and pushed his chest out, the ‘clerk’ did the same and they stood, glaring, at each other for a moment. Shail noticed how similarly they were dressed, but with Pheenic in a Blue Tie and Blue striped Shirt. The ‘clerk’, eventually, nodded and slumped down. “I’ll get you the address of their offices” the man moved back into the back room.
Away from the two gentlemen out the front, the ‘clerk’ picked up the phone and typed a number in hurriedly.
A few rings, then “Yes?”
“Dr. Knotsworth sir, we have a problem”
“Indeed?”
“Well sir, there are two people asking for the Arejayem Organization and they say they’re on an important mission from the Admins...”
“Dear Didio that’s not good! Alright, well I’ll be over in about two minutes. Stall them!”
the ‘clerk’ put the phone down and checked outside, they were still there. “sorry sirs” he called “I was leafing through the wrong filing cabinet, I won’t be a moment.” He ducked back into the back office and took the address book off the table in front of him. He paused for a moment, then went back outside. “Here you are sirs” he tried his most appealing smile, Shail almost laughed out loud at the pathetic attempt “You should find what you are looking for in here”. Pheenic pursed his lips before picking up the book.
“I say, Shail, what letter does Arejayem start with?”
“A, sir”
Pheenic continued leafing though, oblivious as the ‘clerk’ took out a gun, pressed it to Shail’s head and silently ordered him next to Pheenic. “Ah, found them..” Pheenic looked up to be presented with a cold metal barrel of a cold metal gun “err...”
“It’s okay, Pheenic” Pheenic looked shocked as the ‘clerk’ said his name “Just stay there and don’t move and all will be fine, for you” the ‘clerk’ smiled “Yes I know your name, you’re Count Pheenic the Third and you have a collection of pencils” the ‘clerk’’s smile turned into an evil grin, but the pile of money was climbing, unnoticed, onto the counter.
The next thing that happened was a little disturbing. Seemingly out of nowhere, eight mercenaries had arrayed themselves behind Pheenic and Shail and tall, white haired, man with half moon glasses had joined the ‘clerk’ behind the counter. He had a very nice voice when he spoke to them, but it didn’t harmonize nicely with the situation they were in or what he said “Hello you two gentlemen, how nice to meet you” He smiled a very very evil smile “Now if you wouldn’t mind awfully stepping this way we would be most grateful” the older man gestured into the back room “take them in would you, Blazed?”
“Of course Dr. Knotsworth sir...” Then the most remarkable thing of the entire adventure so far took place:
The little pile of money jumped up from the counter, took Blazed’s gun from his hands and shot, twice, into the ceiling. The lights fell from the ceiling as Blazed and Dr. Knotsworth ducked, something caught fire and then the entire establishment blew up.
Due to their position of crouching in terror immediately behind the counter, Pheenic and Shail survived; Quite unlike the guards behind them who were blown into smithereens.
The little pile of money jumped onto Pheenic’s shoulder and they ran off into the Commercial Sector of eSingapore airport. “That was Count Blazed!” shouted Pheenic as they ran “I wonder what he’s doing as a clerk in a...”
“Well I wonder what he’s doing working for an evil organization!” Pheenic was getting used to being interrupted “It was owned by Robert Knotsworth Capital Services, who were recently bought out by Ambrosia Holdings who simply collect funding from their companies to send clever citizens around the world on an apparent TV show that is actually just Ambrose, the owner, setting them to do his own dirty work in finding various lost artifacts. The latest ‘series’ was called the eMazing Race and I could of sworn he was trying to find the gold standard!”
“Ambrosia Holdings...The only way we’ll defeat them is by getting a company of equal proportions on our side. I’d bet Arjaa Aine could help. Yes, let us to eIndia!”
Pheenic and Shail quickly purchased moving tickets and boarded a flight back to eIndia.
Blazed and Robert Knotsworth picked themselves up and brushed the ashes off in true bad guy fashion. Knotsworth glared over his glasses “In our sweet time, in our own sweet way, we’ll get them. Call Ambrose Didymus, Blazed. We have an awful lot of work to do”.
Read the episode 1 of ‘The Adventures of Count Pheenic the Third’ HERE!
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fantastic 🙂, when do I come in 😛
Cool.... When's the next coming???
This is great. I can't wait for the next one.