Fic - The Phone Call
Challenge: CastleGloria Canon Challenge
fanfic100 prompt: 001 Beginnings
pyramid_dares : Set 2, Level 1 - Phone Call
My Tables 'O Links -- Pyramid table, FanFic100 Table
Rating: G
Pairings: Pre-Dorian/Klaus
Summary: In “Iron Klaus,” the Major arrives home to find the Earl in his study enrapt by the Eberbach Collection. How did Dorian know about it in the first place?
By: Margaret Price
Written: August 26, 2007
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The Phone Call
Word count: 338
It all began with a phone call…
Dorian politely listened to the voice at the other end of the phone. He put a hand over the receiver so the yawn he was attempting to stifle did not carry over the line. He often received tips about artworks that might excite the desires of Eroica. Nothing in this call seemed to qualify.
It was still early in the thief’s carrier. He had made his grand entrance this past Christmas, pulling off three major heists simultaneously. But Eroica needed targets that were a challenge. How much of a challenge could there be in a castle in West Germany?
“Where did you say this collection was?” Dorian asked blandly.
“Outside the capital. The castle’s called Schloss Eberbach,” the voice on the line replied. “It’s from the 13th century. Lots of history.”
“Yes, yes,” Dorian sighed. He grabbed a pen and quickly wrote the directions. “Thank you, darling. I’ll be sure to give it a look-see.” He rang off and sat back, looked at the paper a moment before tossing it onto the table beside the phone.
Dorian sat thoughtfully several minutes, staring out the window. A quick trip to West Germany might shake him out of his lethargy. He could rent one of those new supercars and open it up on the Autobahn. He’d always wanted to do that.
Dorian got up and went to his desk, pulling out a map of Europe. He couldn’t find the little town outside of Bonn where this castle was supposed to be located. He’d have to get a map of West Germany, not that he expected it to appear on that either.
A 13th century castle belonging to an old, established family. Dorian snickered at the thought. The owner was probably some broken-down old Prussian war horse. A relic. Someone he could easily talk into selling his dusty artworks for a song.
Yes, he would go have a look at this…Eberbach Collection, Dorian decided. But, he wasn’t going to hold his breath that anything there could possibly spark his interest.
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fanfic100 prompt: 001 Beginnings
pyramid_dares : Set 2, Level 1 - Phone Call
My Tables 'O Links -- Pyramid table, FanFic100 Table
Rating: G
Pairings: Pre-Dorian/Klaus
Summary: In “Iron Klaus,” the Major arrives home to find the Earl in his study enrapt by the Eberbach Collection. How did Dorian know about it in the first place?
By: Margaret Price
Written: August 26, 2007
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The Phone Call
Word count: 338
It all began with a phone call…
Dorian politely listened to the voice at the other end of the phone. He put a hand over the receiver so the yawn he was attempting to stifle did not carry over the line. He often received tips about artworks that might excite the desires of Eroica. Nothing in this call seemed to qualify.
It was still early in the thief’s carrier. He had made his grand entrance this past Christmas, pulling off three major heists simultaneously. But Eroica needed targets that were a challenge. How much of a challenge could there be in a castle in West Germany?
“Where did you say this collection was?” Dorian asked blandly.
“Outside the capital. The castle’s called Schloss Eberbach,” the voice on the line replied. “It’s from the 13th century. Lots of history.”
“Yes, yes,” Dorian sighed. He grabbed a pen and quickly wrote the directions. “Thank you, darling. I’ll be sure to give it a look-see.” He rang off and sat back, looked at the paper a moment before tossing it onto the table beside the phone.
Dorian sat thoughtfully several minutes, staring out the window. A quick trip to West Germany might shake him out of his lethargy. He could rent one of those new supercars and open it up on the Autobahn. He’d always wanted to do that.
Dorian got up and went to his desk, pulling out a map of Europe. He couldn’t find the little town outside of Bonn where this castle was supposed to be located. He’d have to get a map of West Germany, not that he expected it to appear on that either.
A 13th century castle belonging to an old, established family. Dorian snickered at the thought. The owner was probably some broken-down old Prussian war horse. A relic. Someone he could easily talk into selling his dusty artworks for a song.
Yes, he would go have a look at this…Eberbach Collection, Dorian decided. But, he wasn’t going to hold his breath that anything there could possibly spark his interest.
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