The initiate couldn't quite think of what to expect; for very few, the chosen few, had ever managed to reach the inner circles of Rectus Maximus's organization. Even its very existence was known to very few men and women, an exclusive club whose entry was ultimately controlled by Him, Rectus Maximus, Himself.
And as he waited for Him in His dimly lit cabin, he couldn't help but gaze in amazement upon the countless evidences of His venerable stature - evidences in the form of photographs, trophies and medals. He observed the upholstery and admired the smooth and scarlet texture of it. Even the chair he was sitting in felt powerful. He knew he was in a privileged seat. He knew he was in a position of acquiring power. He knew.
And as he began to grasp the significance of the moment, he heard footsteps coming up from behind him. Before he could react to look behind, a hand clasped his left shoulder and a soft but intense voice spoke, "Be seated. And you can call me Alec. I prefer to use my more social name. Would you care for some wine?" As the initiate opened his mouth to answer, Alec indignantly said, "You should. You will." Alec strode over behind the table in a rather arrogantly nonchalant way, the way one would walk after sizing up and then dismantling countless powerful competitors. He took out a beautiful bottle of a rare breed of red wine - for Alec owned only unique wines, just as His unique virtues - one of a kind. He took out two wine glasses too and set the glassware on the table and half-filled both the glasses with the scarlet liquid. Then He sat down at the table on His Audi designed cockpit chair. And in the full glow of the table lamp, the initiate could see Alec's face quite clearly: Silky, white hair, deep, all-seeing set of eyes and a reddened nose. He was having a warm smile on His face now and anyone who would look at Him now would never in one's wildest dreams would take this man as fiery as He really was.
"Do ye know why ye have been called here? I assume you do. Do ye know what do ye have to do? I assume you don't. This is where I tell you what and how you do it." The initiate merely nodded and sipped his wine. Portuguese, he thought. A fine quality, no doubt. Definitely a token of submission by one-time competitor, he knew.
As they sat there, face to face, sipping wine, talking, most of which was done by Alec obviously, there was a shy but sharp knock on the door. "Come on ye in", said Alec. A blonde-haired, lanky young lad barged in. In a thick Glasgoweign accent similar to Alec's, he said, "You were right Boss, Rangers were torn apart." Alec smiled and motioned him to keep the bundle of money on the table and then told him to go away, smiling all the time. As the blonde reached for the door, Alec said in a slightly hushed tone, "Lock the door, Darren." Darren looked back at Alec and nodded. Alec winked and his smile grew wider. Then He turned to the initiate and chuckled, "A little bit of betting never hurt anyone, did it?" before palming the money away.
Alec continued to instruct the initiate and all that while, the initiate nodded and took down notes. He did have doubts but they were cleared as soon as they were born, just as Alec had promised. Impeccable. As always. At the end of their discussion, Alec said, "If ye cannae 'andle the pressure, ye got me hotline. Or ye could call Agent Hughes or Agent Queiroz, both have been efficient and carried out the plan till the last detail at the local rivals and in Madrid. And after you're done with it, tell the BBC that them Scousers are dozy bastards and that them BBC are dozy bastards and jump the ship. You get the plan?" The initiate said, "Aye, I'll get to it."
The initiate then got up to leave and as he reached for the door, Alec said in a slightly hushed tone, "And Roy, don't forget Lucas." Agent Roy Hodgson looked back at Alec and nodded. Alec winked and his smile grew wider. Impeccable. As always.
And as he waited for Him in His dimly lit cabin, he couldn't help but gaze in amazement upon the countless evidences of His venerable stature - evidences in the form of photographs, trophies and medals. He observed the upholstery and admired the smooth and scarlet texture of it. Even the chair he was sitting in felt powerful. He knew he was in a privileged seat. He knew he was in a position of acquiring power. He knew.
And as he began to grasp the significance of the moment, he heard footsteps coming up from behind him. Before he could react to look behind, a hand clasped his left shoulder and a soft but intense voice spoke, "Be seated. And you can call me Alec. I prefer to use my more social name. Would you care for some wine?" As the initiate opened his mouth to answer, Alec indignantly said, "You should. You will." Alec strode over behind the table in a rather arrogantly nonchalant way, the way one would walk after sizing up and then dismantling countless powerful competitors. He took out a beautiful bottle of a rare breed of red wine - for Alec owned only unique wines, just as His unique virtues - one of a kind. He took out two wine glasses too and set the glassware on the table and half-filled both the glasses with the scarlet liquid. Then He sat down at the table on His Audi designed cockpit chair. And in the full glow of the table lamp, the initiate could see Alec's face quite clearly: Silky, white hair, deep, all-seeing set of eyes and a reddened nose. He was having a warm smile on His face now and anyone who would look at Him now would never in one's wildest dreams would take this man as fiery as He really was.
"Do ye know why ye have been called here? I assume you do. Do ye know what do ye have to do? I assume you don't. This is where I tell you what and how you do it." The initiate merely nodded and sipped his wine. Portuguese, he thought. A fine quality, no doubt. Definitely a token of submission by one-time competitor, he knew.
As they sat there, face to face, sipping wine, talking, most of which was done by Alec obviously, there was a shy but sharp knock on the door. "Come on ye in", said Alec. A blonde-haired, lanky young lad barged in. In a thick Glasgoweign accent similar to Alec's, he said, "You were right Boss, Rangers were torn apart." Alec smiled and motioned him to keep the bundle of money on the table and then told him to go away, smiling all the time. As the blonde reached for the door, Alec said in a slightly hushed tone, "Lock the door, Darren." Darren looked back at Alec and nodded. Alec winked and his smile grew wider. Then He turned to the initiate and chuckled, "A little bit of betting never hurt anyone, did it?" before palming the money away.
Alec continued to instruct the initiate and all that while, the initiate nodded and took down notes. He did have doubts but they were cleared as soon as they were born, just as Alec had promised. Impeccable. As always. At the end of their discussion, Alec said, "If ye cannae 'andle the pressure, ye got me hotline. Or ye could call Agent Hughes or Agent Queiroz, both have been efficient and carried out the plan till the last detail at the local rivals and in Madrid. And after you're done with it, tell the BBC that them Scousers are dozy bastards and that them BBC are dozy bastards and jump the ship. You get the plan?" The initiate said, "Aye, I'll get to it."
The initiate then got up to leave and as he reached for the door, Alec said in a slightly hushed tone, "And Roy, don't forget Lucas." Agent Roy Hodgson looked back at Alec and nodded. Alec winked and his smile grew wider. Impeccable. As always.
