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CHAPTER SIX
WELCOME TO GERMANY
Berlin, Germany
April 2004
As much as he loved art, Dorian was growing tired of the traveling exhibition. While his part was simple enough, it was getting rather tedious. Look into the added display stands after each move, photograph the contents, have the miniature cameras from NATO realigned to the Major’s specification, monitor any changes, pass on said changes to the Major.
Just as the Major suspected, more bases were filled as the tour progressed. Each time the cameras picked up when this happened.
Since Eroica—and the smuggler—could only gain access during the breakdown and set-up of the exhibition when it moved from city to city, the thief only had to be present for a few days of the month. That is, until the collection arrived in Germany where the Major would be giving the mission his undivided attention.
His trysts with the Major aside, Dorian felt the upside of the mission was Agent G, who had been assigned liaison duty. The downside was twofold; the presence of Interpol in general, and its presence in the person of Agent Adams. He was a handsome man, probably ten years younger than the Earl himself, with the most striking prematurely gray hair. Unfortunately, he was almost as tightly wrapped as the Major. Well, the way the Major used to be, that is. Dorian had managed to avoid too much contact with him in those few days he was exercising his part in the mission. It would be unavoidable now that the exhibition had reached German soil.
Since the Major had instructed that Eroica carry out his thieving before the exhibition left Germany, the Earl had his full team brought in and made ready. He learned that NATO had liked his suggestion of replacing the displays with dummies, but he was unclear as to whether he would be doing this in Berlin or Munich, so he had everyone on standby.
He warned his men to stay well clear of Major von dem Eberbach, not that they needed to be told this at all. After so many years with Eroica, they had learned all the moods of the rampaging German tank, which consisted of loud, annoyed, angry, and homicidal.
With the mission taking a new direction, the Major called an official briefing of all parties involved. The meeting was in the conference room in the hotel that he and his men were using has as a base of operation.
Dorian was in a chair on the far side of the room, watching with an air of nonchalance as his beloved Major ranted to his men. Klaus repeated the need for vigilance, the importance that the men who had been picked up by the cameras not be allowed to vanish into the woodwork, and so on. It was at this meeting that Eroica learned that he would be making the switch when the collection was packed for shipment to Munich, which meant his group essentially had nothing to do until that time.
“Well, that’s that, then,” the Earl said as he got to his feet. “I’ll be off.” He waved his hands and his men filed out. “Perhaps I’ll check on my lovely statue before I go home.” He glanced over to the Interpol agent and grinned. “Come join me, Mr. Adams? Make sure I don’t steal anything.”
Adams jumped to his feet. “You stay away from me, you freak!” he shouted. He recoiled when he came close to one of Eroica’s men and then turned to the Major, pointing across the room. “Do you know what he is?”
“Unfortunately,” the Major groaned.
“He’s not right in the head.”
“I haven’t met a Limey yet who was right in the head.”
“No! He’s a flaming queer! In charge of a gang of queers!”
To Adams’ dismay, everyone save the Major burst out laughing. The officer just rolled his eyes to the ceiling and mentally added this to his long list of reasons why the man was an idiot.
“That’s hardly front page news, Adams, darling,” Dorian grinned. He made a show of pushing his hair over his shoulder and fluttered his eyelashes at the man.
“Don’t look at me like that, you pervert!”
The Major gave the agent a startled look. Hey, that’s my line! he thought, turning to the Earl with a baffled look on his face. “Eroica, what the fuck is this idiot going on about?”
“He propositioned me!” Adams exclaimed hysterically.
“He propositions everyone, you moron!” Klaus saw Dorian’s eyes light up. You’re just eating this up, aren’t you? Always have to be the center of attention.
“Please, Major,” Dorian was protesting mildly, “I only proposition good-looking men. I do have some standards.”
By this time, Adams was as far away from the Earl as possible without being completely out of the room. “There, see? How would you feel if he did that to you?”
Again, the man’s remark was met with peals of laughter and an eye roll from the Major.
“You been living under a rock?” Dorian asked blandly.
“Shut up!” the Major snapped before turning back to Adams. “What do you mean if? This bloody pervert’s been annoying me with that kind of crap for the past twenty-five years.”
Adams was obviously horrified. “And you just take it?”
“Actually,” Dorian injected with a smile, “he usually screams blue murder and then threatens me with grievous bodily harm.”
“You’ll get the same from me, you fag!” Adams huffed before vanishing through the door, leaving everyone in the room in a stunned, if amused, silence.
Klaus was glad his own men were behind him when he turned to the Earl, an incredulous look on his face. Christ, is that what I looked like when I panicked?
“Don’t worry, Major,” Dorian drawled in his usual, exaggerated manner. “No one could ever replace you in my affections.”
“I’m thrilled,” Klaus deadpanned. He turned to his awestruck men, waving his hands. “Well, don’t just sit there, idiots! Go…find something to do!”
The Alphabets fled.
Once the Major was alone with the Earl, he gave him a steady look. “Wanna tell me what the hell that was all about?”
Dorian continued to play the part of Eroica, tossing his hair back and going on to play with one of his curls. “I’m following your orders, Major. You said I should make nice.”
Klaus closed his eyes and put a hand to his head. He already had a headache and felt sure it would turn into a migraine by the end of the mission.
“If I weren’t under oath to follow the ground rules on pain of death, I’d offer to massage your fevered brow.”
“Don’t start with me, Eroica,” Klaus groaned, not even bothering to look up. “Things are fucked up enough already.”
Dorian’s eyes flickered. Oh, God, now I really want to massage your fevered brow—and other body parts.
“I’m just making nice, Major,” Dorian grinned. He waited until the officer looked up before becoming completely serious. He threw a quick glance towards the door. “Believe it or not, Agent Adams is easier to tease than you are—were. I didn’t think it was possible. He may have you beat as the biggest homophobe on the planet.”
“Be careful, Eroica,” the Major said warningly. “Keep playing with fire and you’ll get burned.”
“The only fire I want to play with is you.”
“That’s what I mean.”
Dorian was stunned into silence. His mouth fell open and he stood staring for several seconds. “Klaus, you’re not actually jealous of that…that…” An appropriate description failed him and he just waved a hand in the direction that Adams had taken. “You know me and my…tastes.”
“I do. And I think that’s why that one percent is still there.”
The gravity in the man’s voice sent a chill down Dorian’s spine. He was almost afraid to ask, “Why?”
“I’m waiting for you to get bored.”
“Bored?” Dorian scowled.
“You’re already bored with this mission. When will you get bored with—?”
“With what? You? Never!”
“Never?” Klaus repeated coldly. He gave the Earl a piercing look. “And what happens when the novelty wears off?”
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