XI - CRIMSON HORIZON

“I have given to one of his research teams powers and resources to explore the world freely in the quest of the missing ingredient for my success. Something that we can use to enhance the effect of spice for men and Navigators. This is the key to unlock my stalemate with the Guild. With that, I can create my own Guild, with only one omniscient Navigator, generously donated by Leon Tor. I can also create an unstoppable army, turning every citizen and prisoner into a being powerful enough to crush the Sardaukars. This will facilitate my access to the throne.”

—Baron Vladimir Harkonnen to Thufir Hawat, Giedi Prime, M11 10191 AG

Like a soft whisper, Feyd placed his firm hand on Clémentine’s thinly robed body. His hand travelled from her feet to her thighs. The tension rose in the private room as his hand climbed up her thighs.

She nuzzle close to his ear and bit it. She whispered, “I know someone who can help you become Baron.”

He stopped. He removed his grip and stood up in front of her, bare-chested. His face changed from the pervert to the monster he really was.

“Who and where?” said Feyd-Rautha sharply.

“In the Royal cells, I met a spy,” she stood up, loosening her dress, and the top fell off on the left, “who has important intelligence about the Baron,” she explained, putting her hand to his neck. “Intel that can help you overcome him,” she dropped her garment, and his eyes tried to remain focused. “Intel which can make you stronger,” she strode around him like a carousel, “and smarter,” his eyes followed her dance. “Intel that can make you—” she stopped. She saw the deepness of the sea in his eyes, and she drowned in it. She wrapped one leg around him and whispered into his ear finally, “Baron.”

His eyes grew wide, his heart beating faster.

He’s gonna bite, Clémentine thought as she felt Feyd's body fully awaken to her naked beauty.

He opened his mouth to speak, but she placed her soft hand on his lip.

“Cell 24, Alley 2,” she whispered to him.

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He left directly, putting his shirt back on, and closed the door.

Clémentine lay back on the bed, thoughtful. I hope this will work, Nestor seems an excellent spy, maybe a good man.

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A peculiar march woke Nestor up. Two feet, smooth. It’s not guards… It’s Feyd Rautha! Nestor realised with astonishment. He stood confidently in the back of the dark room.

The lightweight young man stopped at the door. He entered the key and unlocked the door before closing it behind him.

“So, you are the spy?” asked a smiling Feyd.

Now I see his crazy smile. Good job, Clémentine. I hope you are safe... “Yes, I’m Hector, the spy.” Nestor noticed the knife Feyd wore on his right. This blade—Hector, I will avenge you. Bless the Wind for giving me this opportunity.

“So, what are you waiting for? Tell me something new about my uncle,” Feyd demanded impatiently.

“Dirty secret, powerful secret,” Nestor spoke slowly. This will do the job.

“Talk! Or I will slash your throat now!” shouted Feyd.

Now he is enraged. I want him to use this mood to make a reckless decision.

“Okay, I speak,” started Nestor. “I was on a mission to spy on your uncle and learn his new plan since he has defeated the Atreides. I followed his men and found a strange place. A secret lab with an energetic advanced spice. I have also seen a programme for an ‘army more impressive than the Sardaukar’. And also a new product for the Navigators,” he explained before Feyd stopped him.

“I already know that he has a secret army to prepare for his new scheme. That’s why I can’t murder him now, because only he knows the word to unlock the Pourpre Power. The security on the site has orders to shoot me if they see me on the secret location,” Feyd snapped and moved to depart.

Ohh, so that’s why he can’t kill him, Uncle Vladimir is always one step ahead of his opponents. It’s clever to make him believe that there is a magic word...

“I know how and where.”

Instantly Feyd turned and jumped with his knife against Nestor’s throat.

“Don’t dance with me. I’m not a man to play with,” he said with his eerily intimidating eyes.

Now I see it even more, the young monster. I will kill him with his own blade.

“Illegal bribes with the Guild, fake Reverend Mother, Pourpre Melange, expensive tests on kidnapped Navigators and mentats… If I got in alone, we can do it together, because I found a hole in their security. I know everything. If you don’t trust me, kill me now—but you will also kill the only key to becoming Baron now, accessing his new tricks, leading his new scheme. You can become the ruler of the universe,” Nestor explained vividly.

Feyd put down his knife.

“I want to kill him.” Feyd muttered ruefully. Then he looked up to Nestor, “Follow me. We will take a little private ship, but if you try something—I execute you!”

See, he is reckless, after all.

“I need something more,” said Nestor.

“What?”

“I need Clémentine. I know she would be useful for dealing with the security.”

“Okay, whatever you want. I’ll grab her,” finished Feyd.

He ran down the corridor.