Novelas y relatos de Budapest

Penelope had been running recovery scripts on the corrupted Zurich folders when a different window ghosted across the screen a blueprint, overlaid in gold and red, framed by a velvet insignia. “Dorian,” she called. “You’re going to want to see this.” He crossed the room. Isolde followed. Penelope pointed. “This isn’t just performance tracking. These are coordinates.” Dorian’s eyes scanned the map dots pulsed across cities. Berlin. Vienna. Madrid. Kyoto. But one glowed brighter than the rest. Bucharest. Vivienne came closer. “Why Bucharest?” “Because,” Penelope said slowly, “the next Bloom, the one Vivienne was supposed to be in, is set there. Four days from now. Final rehearsal… two.”

A Step Ahead The team huddled in a small safe house on the outskirts of Vienna, a stark contrast to the chaos they’d just escaped. Elena sat at the table, staring at the map Luca had salvaged from the safe house. The red circles marked several major cities across Eastern Europe: Budapest, Bucharest, Warsaw, and Prague. Each location had corresponding notes shipment times, code names, and other cryptic details. “This isn’t just a list of targets,” Elena said, her voice low but sharp. “It’s a schedule. He’s moving something.”

Between the grandeur of the castle and the prominence of the UFO tower lay SubClub - the dingy, hole-in-the-wall known for its unique venue, techno music, and cheap drinks. The contrast between Prague - where Chloe had been staying for the last week - and Bratislava, was enormous. She’d travelled by train, as the majestic lights, bridges and buildings of Prague faded into the humble city of Bratislava. People had asked her why she’d decided to come here. Bratislava was the only European capital that bordered two other countries. Despite the grayness of the buildings and the generally dismal look of the place, she was excited to be here.

Her sister has gone there many times and she remembers it very well, even now. “Correct. Cambodia.” “Phnom Penh.” “Correct. Lebanon.” “Beirut.” “....Uzbekistan.” “Tashkent” “...Brunei.” “Bandar Seri Begawan.” “....Croatia.” “Zagreb.” “...Norway.” “Oslo.” “...Djibouti” “Djibouti City” “...Georgia.” “Tbilisi.” “And lastly, Sri Lanka.” “Sri Jayawardenepura Kotte.”

The gates fell soon after. There was a mad rush to enter the city of Muzagah and destroy every living human. Having being in suspense for hours; anticipating and visualizing what they desired: the rape and the sharing of treasures; they drove in furiously into Muzagah with the intention to kill and destroy properties. Suddenly, the sound of a trumpet filled their ears. It was a signal to stop. Prince Habeb had ordered a trumpeter to send the desperate soldiers his message. It wasn’t yet time for the killing game to begin.

"Young man I don't understand, what does this mean?" "Are you attached to this city, Cyrus?" "Well no son, can't say as I am." "Well then, that card means that after I've taken my girl here to see her mom, we're going to swing back here and pick you up. We'll find you a home in Washington. That's as good a place as any, right?" "Well, I don't' is this one of those new fan dangled TV shows?" "No sir, you see those guys over there, we're bikers, and we have a shop where we build custom bikes back in Washington. I'm very serious."

I summon a waiter and quickly scribble a signature on our bill, then hoist Noah into my arms and wait for Lorcan to join us. “If I’m found out, my name will be mud,” I murmur. “In Bulgaria,” points out Lorcan. “Population 7.5 million. That’s like your name being mud in Bogotá.” “Well, I wouldn’t want my name to be mud in Bogotá either.” “Why not? Maybe it is already. Have you been to Bogotá?” “Yes, as it happens,” I inform him. “And I can tell you, my name is not mud there.”

It was thick and hard like an ATM card with some words chiseled on it. It has a six digit number on it, and a logo of a two tulip flower entangled on each other. Serene read the words on top of the ticket. “Casa Roma.” “The Casa Roma was the prestigious hotel freshly built on the Vianca Island. I'm sure you already heard about that island in the east. I stayed there once and they have the best wine ever in the whole continent. It's a good thing they built an official hotel on that place because resort houses was a bit old fashioned for me.” Sydney had gone through the Vianca Island after college graduation. She met few hunks there, but the tourists on the Vianca Island mostly are womanizer.

“Oh, you mean the international harbour? It’s in the City of Kubalt, west of here. Err, if you don’t mind me asking, how did you get here? I don’t see a carriage.” “Oh, don’t worry about that. So it’s west of here, right?” Matthew didn’t answer the guard’s question since it would be ridiculous to say, “I just ran here all the way from Omni.” “Ah, yes, right.” “Okay, I think I’m gonna stay here for the night first. Are there any inns available?” Matthew asked further. “Well, if you head into the city, I’m sure you’ll find out. Can you show me an identification? As any city, we monitor who comes in and out.” The guard explained as he already took out a scanning device.

Especially the Giant wheel. **********************