The Game's Afoot In London

Renfield R. Renfield and Amadeus Emanon were in a red Ferrari parked outside the grounds of Lambeth Palace in London.

Renfield was holding up a pair of binoculars.

"Whose car is this?" asked Amadeus as he spilled some of the sushi he was eating on to the seat.

"Herr Hans' car," Renfield replied.

"Isn't that the Catholic priest and theologian we're supposed to be watching?" Amadeus queried as he accidently spilled some soya sauce to add to the sushi on the seat.

"That's right," Renfield nodded, "I thought while we observe his conversations with the ArchDruid of Canterbury, we might as well sit here in comfort I figure."

"You know," Amadeus stated as some of his Thai chili chicken fell on to the seat, "if I had had a real mother instead of being genetically cloned and created in a laboratory, my mother would probably be telling me to wear a bib while I'm eating."

"Oh, probably," Renfield opened up a can of beer of which half sprayed all over the seat.

"So why have we been following Herr Hans around London the past few days?" Amadeus removed a fudgesicle from a wrapper which proceeded to fall on to the seat, "oh shoot."

"Because Herr Hans is a follower of Osiris and Isis," Renfield replied.

"Oh... the mortal... I mean... immortal enemies of our boss," Amadeus reached for a chocolate eclair from the box of chocolate eclairs in the middle of the seat.

Their boss was of course the London based multi-billionaire ancient Egyptian vampire Set.

"That's right," Renfield started licking the spilled beer off the car upholstery.

"But why is Herr Hans been so busy talking to the ArchDruid of Canterbury the past few days?" Amadeus bit into the chocolate eclair, "I thought the ArchDruid was supposed to be a friend of our boss."

"The ArchDruid is all things to all men," Renfield belched and broke wind at the same time, "when he addresses the Anglican bishops of Africa, he says he sides with them on doctrinal issues against the U.S. Episcopalian bishops. When he addresses the U.S. Episcopalian bishops, he says he sides with them against the Anglican bishops of Africa on doctrinal issues. The ArchDruid has 10 wet fingers and 10 wet toes blowing in the wind."

Amadeus dropped the last half of the chocolate eclair on the seat and then crushed it with his knee as he attempted to pick it up, "Oh gosh! I can't believe the day I'm having!".

"Hey! That's my car!" Herr Hans pointed and shouted angrily as the ArchDruid of Canterbury stared blissfully in the distance at where Herr Hans was pointing.

"I think we better get the Hell out of here," Renfield started the car and drove off.

"Do you suppose we can pick up some spaghetti and meat balls somewhere to eat on the way home?" Amadeus asked as Herr Hans chased after them on foot.

To be continued.