The transformation of the mansion into a training ground was something that had only happened before on the rarest of occasions. The act of turning the master suite from Carl's style to Melinda Moasts was an all new kind of transformation.
Carpenters and movers swarmed all over the place, adding their own mayhem to
the general chaos of the mansion.
To those moving Carl's things out, and the Moast things in, they assumed that
everything going on in the rest of the house was other moving teams at
work. The scheduling worked out perfectly such that any outside observer
would view all the trucks outside as mere movers, and certainly not delivers of
sophisticated training equipment. If asked, the few actual movers at work
in the Moast wing would think nothing of corroborating the story.
Melinda watched as a pair gently lowered the massive tiger head ("Shere Khan",
as the Bible Study had dubbed him) from over the fireplace.
Below, a contractor lie on his back, shining a pen light up into the
chimney. "Looks doable, miss. 'Course the big thing is gonna be
fishin' a gas line through the sub-floor."
"And how much is... Hold on." Though her attention was already
divided between removal of the beast and the new fireplace, she had
to snap at a mover walking past behind her. "You there. Where do
you think you're going?"
"Taking a load a' dishes to the truck."
"Uh, uh. Those are mine. Put them back."
"Yes ma'am." He sounded almost disappointed.
She heard a cry and sudden silence. She spun around to see Shere Khan
lying on the contractor's stomach. He was winded from the impact and
wide-eyed at the sudden fanged face staring back at him.
The movers rushed to pull the head off and then placed it on top
Melinda's box of dishes, (which had been returned, only with the "This End Up"
label pointing down.)
She frowned. Though moving day was nothing like being targeted for extermination
by international cartel kingpins. She was surprised to learn that the
stress was actually worse.
"What... is this place?" wheezed the carpenter.
If you only knew... thought
Melinda. This mansion held all kinds of secrets, left behind by untold
generations of Bible Study adventurers.
As she was thinking these things, another of the movers tapped Melinda on the
shoulder. "Ma'am, where do you
want the bookcase?"
"Which?" she asked.
The man led her to a mahogany case with his partner standing next to it.
Carl had said he didn't want any of the furniture, so...
"How 'bout over there?" She pointed.
The man nodded. On "three", he and his partner lifted and started walking.
Behind the bookcase was no wall, but a cobweb-filled niche. In the niche
was a hook. On the hook was an ancient suit Samurai armor.
armor was the
Color drained from Melinda's face. "Uuuuuuuh...!" she stammered
through her revulsion.
The mover looked up at her, a question on is face.
"Put it back! Put it back!" she said quickly, and waving.
They did so, never suspecting that the urgency in her voice came from a surprise
face-to-face encounter with a decaying skeleton.
One mover rolled his eyes and gave the other a, "Women, sheesh!" look.
The other smiled and nodded knowingly.