Mornington sat back with his hooves on the bar smoking another cigar. He knew what was coming next. He lit up his fine Montecristo, making sure to blow the smoke towards that strange empty peice of wall next to the irish upright piano. He swirled around the neat Chivas Regal he poured himself and took a deep sniff of the blended malt…looked at his watch, and started counting down…
“and in 5…4..”
At 4 a strange groaning sound started to appear out of nowhere…
At 2 a strange small chinese cabinet appeared against the wall…
Mornington looked at the chinese cabinet…
A thump was heard as the chinese cabinet settled into place, Mornington took a deep long draw from the cigar and blew a big puff of smoke towards the cabinet as it opened up. Two capped guards spilled out, one started coughing. They flanked either side of the cabinet as an old man which white hair, and an air of pomposity walked out of the cabinet, his pompous smile was soon wiped off his face as he walked into a thick cloud of Montecristo cigar smoke.
Mornington turned round and raised his glass as the Cardinal.
“Cardy Patrice! What brings someone from the high council to this backwater timelocked little city?”
Patrice glared at Mornington. Ever since the debacle of Morningtons punishment at the hands of the High Council of timelords…which produced the legs and tail on Mornington, they both hated each other…but never admitted it.
“We know a crate was taken from Egypt, Mornington. We know that old Professor Xan sent you the crate, it was timelocked, the contents of that crate was marked.”
Mornington looked at Patrice with a look of shock on his face.
“What?! You know i dont have the resources to slip a crate thats tagged all the way from ZigZag to here on the same timestream!”
“Dont lie to me Mornington…you might be the former head of the Celestial Intervention Agency but former heads still have their contacts. Wheres the crate?”
“I dont have it”
With that he produced a slip of paper, which had the seal of the Government of the City State of New Babbage. Signed by Mr Tenk, mayor of the city. The seal letter was a declaration of all imports from the city of ZigZag being banned from landing on the docks. It also declared that any and all imports addressed to Mornington was now impounded by the city state and fell under city state ownership.
Patrice looked at Mornington with a little bit of horror in his face…
“You mean…the crate is now under city ownership, imcluding its contents?”
“Yes, thats exactly what i mean Patrice. The contents of the crate is now owned by a Miss Elleon Bergamasco…shes a ‘normal’ person, and the contents of the crate is now on display to the public”
“That breaks all known conventions of the known paleontology rules for this era! The Utahraptor wasnt supposed to be discovered until 1935AD!”
“Well patrice, unfortunatley i dont own the crate anymore…its now city state property and as tiemlords…you folks cant interfere”
Mornington grinned at Patrice, the guards lowered their guns and stepped back inside the chinese cabinet. Patrice gave one last glare at Mornington and stormed off into the cabinet, and after 5 seconds, the cabinet vansihed into thin air. After a few seconds, a shadowy figure appeared out from the side entrance of the bar, it was Charlie Wilson, Mornington’s less than legal ‘go get’ man.
“He didn’t look too happy Vic…”
“No he didnt Charlie…no he didnt, but according to the laws he cant do a dang thing about it this time around”
Vic went back to smoking his Cigar, as Charlie stepped back into the shadows.
Mornington knocked his hoof hard on the floor of the hotel twice…deep down below a strange scratching and groaning sound was heard. He looked into the amber colour of his chivas regal with a slight worried look on his face, downed the rest of the glass in one go, and started to walk over to the Dinosaur Museum to check on his new, stolen exhibit.