Peter Whitstable In Voorschoten

Peter Whitstable In Voorschoten



Peter Whitstable the man they called "the Fox Mulder of Interpol" was in the Dutch town of Voorschoten  near The Hague outside the apartment building where Maria Putina (daughter of Russian President Vladimir Putin) was said to have lived in the top penthouse with her Dutch boyfriend Jorrit Faassen up until a few days ago.



There were rumours she had now fled the country in the wake of anti-Russian feeling over the shooting down of Malaysian Airlines Flight MH17 on which 193 Dutch citizens had died.



But just on the off chance she was still in the apartment, Peter Whitstable waited outside with a small strange machine in his hands.



Peter Whitstable with his interest in the paranormal and all things supernatural had uncovered the design for the machine in a rare Medieval Latin manuscript written by the 13th Century English Franciscan monk, philosopher and scientist Roger Bacon.



The machine was said to prevent attacks by beings who were using astral projection to commit attacks.



Although Whitstable did not know how to build the machine using Bacon's design and instructions, he knew of a man who did.


The man was Dr. Cadbury Rocher the chief research scientist at Set Enterprises Laboratories in London.


Paying Dr. Rocher a small fee, the scientist designed the machine for Whitstable.


Whitstable in the past year had come across the existence of an entity that was using astral projection to carry out killings and assassinations.


The entity was a genetically created half-man half-goat hybrid satyr Pan Goatee.


Pan Goatee had enjoyed a brief stint as a pan pipes player for the rock group Nero Wilson and The Cleveland Cleavers.


He now worked as a hired assassin for both the U.S. government and anyone who could afford to hire him.


Pan Goatee carried out his killings using astral projection.


So in order to prevent some of the killings if Whitstable managed to uncover who was next on the Pan Goatee hit list, he used the Roger Bacon machine to set up an astral wall around the target to prevent Pan Goatee's entry.


Ironically at the time Whitstable had hired Dr. Cadbury Rocher to build the Roger Bacon Astral Fortress Machine for him, he had no idea that it was Dr. Rocher who had actually created the genetic hybrid half-man half-goat satyr Pan Goatee.


Through a series of mishaps, the creature had become lost to Set Enterprises and Pan Goatee had wandered across England on his own as a serial killer prior to joining the music group Nero Wilson and The Cleveland Cleavers.



Now Whitstable had discovered through intercepted emails that Pan Goatee had been hired by powerful interests in the U.S. to bump off Maria Putina as a warning to her father Vladimir to stop rocking the boat of the New World Order.



Unbeknownst to Whitstable and the powerful U.S. interests, the British being a more pragmatic people had hired someone else (Renfield R. Renfield the Chief of Security and Intelligence Gathering for Set Enterprises) to bump off Putin himself.


There was a chance of course that Maria Putina was not in the apartment but Whitstable thought better safe than sorry as he stood outside.


He put on the pair of goggles that had been specially invented by Nikola Tesla to spot beings and entities flying in their astral bodies.



Whitstable had recognized and spotted the goggles in a second-hand store in Brooklyn.


He purchased them from the unknowing store owner for $10.



DARPA was continuing to desperately search for them and offering hundreds of millions of dollars to anyone as finder's fee for providing the secretive U.S. government research agency with the goggles.



Sure enough within a matter of minutes, Whitstable spotted Pan Goatee's astral body and astral machete flying towards the penthouse at the top of the apartment building.


Whitstable pushed a few buttons on the Roger Bacon Astral Fortress Machine.


An astral wall emerged around the penthouse.


Pan Goatee who of course wasn't wearing Tesla goggles did not spot the wall.


He flew directly into it and fell with a thud to the ground.


"I hate it when that happens," said the half-man half-goat satyr with hairy legs up in the air as he lay on the ground as someone walked by.

"I really should give up drinking," hiccoughed the unemployed former maker of Dutch wooden shoes whose business had gone up in smoke when it fell prey to a bad case of termites.




To be continued.




-A vampire novel chapter
 written by Christopher
 Sunday July 27th
 2014.


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