Esperanza Ramirez

June 17, 2019 at 10:24 pm (Geopolitics and International Relations, International Intrigue, News, Romance, Spy Tales, Vampire novel) (, , , , , , , , )

Esperanza Ramirez

By night, Esperanza Ramirez worked as a singer in a Havana lounge.

By day, she occasionally did intelligence work for London-based Set Enterprises if they felt the need to know what was really going on in Cuba.

Today Esperanza Ramirez sat in her late 1950s convertible with the hood up and the doors open and smoked a cigar as she kept her eyes on the hacienda of the Neo-Nazi billionaire Robur Pike just down the street.

So far Robur Pike had been visited by representatives of the Iranian Islamic Revolutionary Guard, the American CIA, the Israeli Mossad, the Saudi Secret Intelligence Service and the IBC.

In London, British MP Renfield R. Renfield and Canadian vampire hunter Dracul Van Helsing were reading text messages from Esperanza Ramirez on Huawei smart phones.

“An interesting array of clientele visiting Pike,” Van Helsing remarked.

“What is Pike doing meeting the President of the International Biscuit Company (IBC)?” Renfield mused aloud.

“Perhaps he wants to order some more biscuits,” Renfield’s friend Amadeus Emanon answered as he helped himself to some more tea biscuits to go with his tea.

-A vampire novel chapter
written by Christopher
Monday June 17th
2019.

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Renfield and The Gulf of Oman Incident

June 15, 2019 at 10:18 pm (Geopolitics and International Relations, International Intrigue, News, Romance, Spy Tales, The Supernatural, Vampire novel) (, , , , )

Renfield and The Gulf of Oman Incident 

“So,” Amadeus said to Renfield over the 12 servings of shepherd’s pie that he was eating, “are you still in line to become the Deputy Foreign Secretary In Charge of Geopolitical Intelligence Gathering should Boris Johnson win the British Conservative Party leadership next month and move into 10 Downing Street as Prime Minister?”.

“Well I was,” Renfield replied over the single tuna fish sandwich that he was eating, “until I publicly said in a BBC Radio Interview that the Iranians may not be responsible for the attacks on the Japanese owned Kokuka Courageous and Norwegian owned Front Altair oil tankers in the Gulf of Oman.”

“That upset people?” Amadeus queried.

“Yes,” Renfield nodded, “Set Enterprises’ secret agent Harvey Tallbanger, who is currently in North America, reports that huge boxes of Rolaids and Tums tablets for heartburn relief were seen being delivered to National Security advisor John Bolton and U.S. Secretary of State Mike Pompeo shortly after I had made that statement.”

“What about here in Britain?” Amadeus poured a smattering of Lea and Perrins Worcestershire sauce on his shepherd’s pies.

“Apparently leading members of Britain’s Foreign Policy establishment have their panties in a knot as well,” Renfield admitted, “which, while it’s turning out to be great news for the Ladies’ Underwear Department at Harrods in terms of new sales to the fellows in pinstripe trousers in the Foreign Policy establishment, is lessening my chances of becoming a cabinet minister should Boris Johnson become Prime Minister.”

“And does that worry you?” Amadeus inquired.

“Well,” Renfield sipped his brandy, “My mentor the ghost of Winston Churchill often found himself out of high political office from time to time for sticking to his principles.”

“Any idea who else might be responsible?” Amadeus asked as he realized that he had now eaten his entire dozen shepherd’s pies.

“It might be the American CIA, the Israeli Mossad or the extensive cleaning maintenance and janitorial staff of Saudi Crown Prince Mohammad bin Salman,” Renfield answered.

“I notice Mohammad bin Salman just issued a statement,” Amadeus checked the BBC News App on his smart phone, “accusing Iran of carrying out the past June 13th twin attacks on the two oil tankers in the Gulf of Oman. He says that while he does not want a war, he won’t hesitate to tackle threats to his kingdom.”

“Just like Hitler never hesitated to tackle the threats that Czechoslovakia and Poland posed to the Third Reich,” Renfield reflected.

“Wasn’t Michelangelo the Psychic Lobster getting telepathic visual updates on what’s happening in the Desert Kingdom?” Amadeus ordered a dozen steak and kidney pies from the waiter.

“Yes, he’s said the Saudi Crown Prince has been attending seances at which the ghost of Rabbi Simeon bar Yochai has been appearing to him,” Renfield helped himself to some nuts.

“Who’s Rabbi Simeon bar Yochai?” Amadeus sipped his tea.

“He’s a 2nd Century AD rabbi considered to be the author of the Zohar the chief work of the Kabbalah although some Jewish scholars dispute that,” Renfield answered, “and there are some who think he might be the inspiration for a mysterious figure in the Knight Kadosh thirtieth degree of Scottish Rite Freemasonry.”

“That’s weird that the Saudi Crown Prince is talking to some rabbi’s ghost,” Amadeus noted.

“Michelangelo said the Crown Prince was talking to Lady MacBeth’s ghost on how to wipe the blood off one’s hands when his cleaning maintenance and janitorial staff performed an involuntary dissection on journalist Jamal Khashoggi at the Saudi consulate in Istanbul last autumn.”

. . .

An agent for the party involved in the attack on the two oil tankers in the Gulf of Oman was now at the Moscow Zoo in the Russian capital.

He was here to poison a bamboo shoot that would be eaten by Ding Ding a 2-year-old female panda given by China to Russia earlier this year in honour of 2019 being the 70th Anniversary of diplomatic relations between Russia and the People’s Republic of China.

The assassin was startled to hear a noise on the panda grounds just as he was about to inject a lethal poison into the bamboo shoot with a needle.

He looked up and saw approaching him a creature with the head and horns of a stag, the torso and arms of a human and the legs and feet of a deer.

The creature was the Celtic stag god Cernunnos and in his arms the Celtic deity carried a crossbow with a poisoned arrow.

Cernunnos fired the arrow at the assassin and he died instantly.

The horned god then picked up the poisonous needle and attached it to one of his own arrows.

The bamboo shoot was left free of poison and Ding Ding continued to enjoy her Sichuan cuisine.

. . .

Canadian vampire hunter Dracul Van Helsing entered the London hotel room and noticed he was transported once more into a black and white film movie environment.

As always happened when he wore a ring that had once belonged to film director Orson Welles.

Standing alongside an antique writing desk in the room was the Syro-Phoenician goddess Atargatis looking exquisite in a lovely floral decorated evening gown and holding a lovely floral decorated Asian fan.

Van Helsing addressed the goddess, “Your Majesty, on those occasions when you do shapeshift into a mermaid, you have been known to swim the waters of the Gulf of Oman and the Persian Gulf. Did you happen to see who was responsible for the recent oil tanker attacks?”.

Van Helsing and Atargatis engaged in an exchange of information.

-A vampire novel chapter
written by Christopher
Saturday June 15th
2019.

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