Ch-14:Acquisition of Estates and Engines

A/N: I'm posting this chapter as I'm walking out of the exam centre. Lol

Anyway Enjoy and vote.

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After walking for some time, Alfred finally spotted a small, discreet sign for a jeweler's shop tucked between a tailor and a bakery. The shop's windows displayed an array of glittering items, from rings to pocket watches, and the sign above read "Briggs & Sons Jewelers."

Alfred approached the shop, noting its modest but respectable appearance. He entered, and a small bell above the door chimed softly, announcing his arrival. The interior was dimly lit, with glass cases showcasing the shop's wares. 

An elderly man behind the counter looked up from a magnifying glass, his eyes squinting slightly as he assessed Alfred.

"Good morning, sir," the jeweler greeted, his voice gravelly but polite. "How can I assist you today?"

Alfred offered a courteous nod. "Good morning. I have some items I wish to have appraised and potentially sell."

The jeweler gestured for him to approach the counter. "Of course. Let's have a look, shall we?"

Alfred placed the pieces of jewelry on the counter, one by one. 

The jeweler's eyes widened slightly as he examined each piece, the quality and craftsmanship clearly impressive. 

He picked up a necklace, holding it up to the light to inspect the gemstones.

"These are exquisite," the jeweler remarked. "Where did you acquire such fine items, if I may ask?"

Alfred smiled slightly, a practiced and nonchalant expression. "They were inherited. Family heirlooms, you might say. But circumstances require that I part with them."

The jeweler nodded, seeming to accept the explanation without further inquiry. "I understand. Well, I can offer you a fair price for these. Give me a moment to tally up the price."

As the jeweler worked, Alfred took the opportunity to glance around the shop, noting the security measures in place and the layout of the room. It was a habit ingrained in him from years of service and training, always assessing his environment for potential risks and exits.

A few minutes later, the jeweler returned with a figure. "I can offer you this amount," he said, sliding a piece of paper across the counter with the total written on it. 

Alfred glanced at the amount, noting that it was a considerable sum, given the value of gold during the war. 

"Due to the war, the price of gold is touching the skies," the jeweler explained, his tone almost apologetic. "However, I must admit, being a small shop, I don't have the full amount in cash on hand. Perhaps we can discuss some alternatives?"

Alfred raised an eyebrow slightly. "Alternatives?"

The jeweler nodded, looking thoughtful. "Yes, well, I could provide part of the payment in cash and the rest in goods or services. We could offer store credit, or perhaps something else that might be of value to you?"

Alfred considered this for a moment. "Would you be able to assist in procuring a house? I'm looking for something modest, but it must be away from the hustle and bustle of the city. A place with privacy and security."

The jeweler's eyes lit up. "I believe I can help with that. My brother-in-law is a real estate agent who specializes in properties just like that. We could arrange for you to see a few options. How soon would you like to move?"

"As soon as possible," Alfred replied. "Privacy and security are of utmost importance."

"Very well," the jeweler said, jotting down a few notes. "I will contact him immediately. In the meantime, I can provide you with half of the payment in cash today, and once you've selected a property, we can finalize the remaining amount."

Alfred reviewed the offer, finding it fair and suitable for his needs. "That will be acceptable," he agreed.

The jeweler smiled, visibly relieved. "Excellent. Please, take a seat while I prepare the cash for you."

As the jeweler busied himself with the preparations, Alfred allowed himself a moment to relax. The transaction had gone smoothly, and soon he would have a secure place for Master Ethan.

After a few minutes, the jeweler returned with a stack of bills and a receipt for the transaction. "Here is half the amount in cash, as agreed," he said, placing the money on the counter. "And here is a note for the real estate agent. His name is Thomas Reed, and he will be expecting you."

Alfred took the cash and the note, offering a polite nod. "Thank you for your assistance. I appreciate your promptness."

The jeweler smiled warmly. "It's no trouble at all. I hope you find the property you're looking for. If there's anything else you need, don't hesitate to ask."

With the transaction complete, Alfred tucked the cash and the note securely into his pant pocket. He offered the jeweler a final nod of thanks before stepping out of the shop and into the bustling street. The sunlight was brighter now, reflecting off the windows of the surrounding buildings and creating a warm glow.

Alfred glanced at the note again, noting the address of the real estate office. It wasn't far from his current location, just a few blocks away. As he made his way through the city streets, he remained vigilant, continuously assessing his surroundings and the people he passed.

Then he spotted a cloth shop. Looking at the coat hanging off his arm and the slight stink wafting off himself, Alfred decided to change into a new set of clothes, choosing a practical yet stylish ensemble that would make him look appropriately rich enough for the money he held.

After changing into his new outfit he walked out of the establishment with the shopkeeper asking him to visit again in the future.

Arriving at the real estate office, Alfred noted its professional appearance. The sign above the door read "Reed & Associates Real Estate," and the windows displayed various property listings. He entered the office, the doorbell chiming softly.

Inside, the office was well-appointed, with dark wood furniture and tasteful decor. A receptionist looked up from her desk, offering a welcoming smile. "Good morning. How can I help you today?"

"Good morning," Alfred replied, approaching the desk. "I have an appointment with Mr. Thomas Reed. My name is Alfred Pennyworth."

The receptionist checked her appointment book, then nodded. "Yes, Mr. Pennyworth. Mr. Reed is expecting you. Please, have a seat, and I'll let him know you've arrived."

Alfred took a seat in one of the comfortable chairs in the waiting area, taking the opportunity to observe the office and its clientele. After a few moments, a tall, well-dressed man with a friendly demeanor approached.

"Mr. Pennyworth?" he greeted, extending his hand. "I'm Thomas Reed. It's a pleasure to meet you."

Alfred stood and shook his hand firmly. "The pleasure is mine, Mr. Reed. Thank you for seeing me on such short notice."

"Not at all," Reed replied, gesturing for Alfred to follow him. "Let's step into my office, and we can discuss your requirements in detail."

In the privacy of Reed's office, Alfred explained his needs: a discreet, secure property away from the city's hustle and bustle. Reed listened attentively, taking notes and occasionally asking questions to clarify specific details.

"I understand perfectly," Reed said once Alfred had finished. "I have a few properties in mind that might suit your needs. One in particular is a small estate on the outskirts of the city. It's secluded, with ample privacy and security features."

"That sounds promising," Alfred said. "Can we arrange to see it today?"

"Of course," Reed replied, standing up. "Let me gather the necessary paperwork, and we can head out immediately."

Soon, Thomas Reed gathered the necessary paperwork and keys for the properties he had in mind. "All set," he said, giving Alfred a reassuring smile. "Shall we?"

Alfred nodded, following Reed out of the office. They walked to a nearby parking lot where Reed's car was parked, a sleek black 1941 Buick Roadmaster, a convertible version. "I hope you don't mind a bit of a drive," Reed said as he opened the passenger door for Alfred.

"Not at all," Alfred replied, appreciating the comfort and style of the vehicle.

As they drove, Reed filled the time with pleasant conversation, discussing the city and its history. Alfred listened attentively, occasionally offering his own observations. The drive took them out of the bustling city center and into the quieter outskirts. The landscape gradually changed from urban to suburban, then to a more rural setting.

After about an hour, they arrived at a gated estate. Reed stopped the car and got out to open the gate, then drove up a long, winding driveway flanked by tall trees. The estate itself was a large, two-story house with a wraparound porch, surrounded by lush greenery and high hedges providing natural privacy.

"This is the property I mentioned," Reed said as they stepped out of the car. "It's quite secluded, as you can see, and it has several security features already in place."

Alfred surveyed the property, noting the sturdy construction of the house and the extensive grounds. It seemed ideal for their needs. "May we take a look inside?" he asked.

"Of course," Reed replied, leading the way to the front door. He unlocked it and gestured for Alfred to enter first.

The interior of the house was just as impressive as the exterior. The foyer opened into a spacious living room with high ceilings and large windows that let in plenty of natural light. The house was furnished tastefully, with a mix of modern and antique pieces that added character to the space.

Reed led Alfred through the house, showing him the various rooms and features. There was a well-equipped kitchen, a formal dining room, several bedrooms, and a study. Each room was impeccably maintained, and the overall feel of the house was one of comfort and security.

"There's also a basement that could be used for storage or additional living space," Reed said, opening a door that led down a set of stairs. "It's quite spacious and could be adapted to suit your needs."

Alfred followed Reed down into the basement, noting the solid construction and the potential for various uses. "This is excellent," he said, already envisioning how the space could be utilized.

They returned upstairs, and Reed showed Alfred the back of the house, which opened onto a large, private garden. The garden was enclosed by high walls, adding an extra layer of security.

"What do you think?" Reed asked, watching Alfred's reaction.

Alfred nodded approvingly. "This property is quite suitable. The seclusion and security are exactly what I'm looking for. What are the terms?"

Reed smiled, pleased with the positive response. "The owner is willing to negotiate, given the current market conditions. With the cash you've provided and a reasonable payment plan, I believe we can come to an agreement."

"Excellent," Alfred replied. "Let's proceed with the arrangements."

Reed led Alfred back inside to the study, where they went over the necessary paperwork. Alfred appreciated Reed's efficiency and professionalism as they finalized the details. However, a challenge soon became evident: Alfred did not possess any form of identification in this world. As Reed began filling out the forms, he glanced up, a question forming on his lips.

"Mr. Pennyworth, I'll need some identification to finalize these documents."

Alfred hesitated only a moment before responding with practiced calm. "Mr. Reed, I find myself in a rather peculiar situation. Circumstances have brought me here without the benefit of my usual credentials. Perhaps there's a way we can resolve this matter discreetly?"

Reed raised an eyebrow, curiosity piqued. "Unusual circumstances indeed. Without proper ID, it could be complicated. But, given the substantial cash payment and your respectable demeanor, I might have a solution. It won't be entirely above board, but I can introduce you to someone who specializes in such matters. Of course, it will require an additional fee."

"Of course," Alfred replied smoothly, "I'm prepared to meet whatever conditions are necessary."

Reed nodded, making a quick phone call. After a brief conversation, he hung up and turned back to Alfred. "We can meet my associate this afternoon. In the meantime, let's complete what we can."

They proceeded with the paperwork, leaving the identification details blank for the moment. By the time they finished, Reed had received confirmation that his contact was available.

They drove to a nondescript building on the edge of the city. Inside, they met a man introduced simply as Mr. Smith, who specialized in obtaining and producing high-quality forged documents.

Mr. Smith examined Alfred with a scrutinizing eye. "Mr. Reed vouches for you, so I'll do the job. It'll take a few hours. You can wait here, or come back later."

"I'll wait," Alfred decided. Reed excused himself, promising to return once the documents were ready.

As Alfred waited, he observed the meticulous process Mr. Smith used, appreciating the man's skill and attention to detail. It was clear that this wasn't Smith's first time creating identities for individuals in unusual circumstances.

After several hours, Smith handed Alfred a set of documents: a birth certificate, a driver's license, and a social security card, all bearing the name Alfred Pennyworth and details that would withstand casual scrutiny.

"These should serve you well," Smith said. "But be cautious. They'll hold up to most inspections, but if someone digs too deep..."

"I understand," Alfred replied, taking the documents. "Your work is much appreciated."

Reed returned shortly after, and they finalized the paperwork for the property using the newly minted identification. With everything in order, Alfred finally had the keys in hand.

As they stood on the front porch, Reed extended his hand. "It's been a pleasure doing business with you, Mr. Pennyworth. I hope this estate serves you well."

Alfred shook his hand firmly, his grip steady and confident. "Thank you, Mr. Reed. Your assistance has been invaluable. Before we part ways, might I ask—will these documents suffice for purchasing a vehicle?"

Reed nodded thoughtfully. "They should. The quality is excellent, and unless someone has a specific reason to doubt them, you'll be fine. Are you in need of a vehicle immediately?"

"Indeed, I am," Alfred confirmed. "Would it be too much trouble to ask if you could give me a lift to a reputable car dealership?"

Reed smiled, gesturing towards his car. "Not at all, Mr. Pennyworth. It would be my pleasure. Let's get you set up with a proper vehicle."

The drive to the dealership was smooth, with Reed providing helpful tips on navigating the city and the local market. They arrived at a well-established dealership, its lot filled with a variety of cars. A large sign read "Harrison's Auto Sales."

Reed parked and accompanied Alfred into the dealership. A salesman, a middle-aged man with a broad smile and a distinctly American accent, greeted them warmly. "Good afternoon, gentlemen! Welcome to Harrison's. How can I help you today?"

Alfred stepped forward, his demeanor calm and composed. "Good afternoon. I'm interested in purchasing a vehicle. Specifically, a 1942 Lincoln Continental."

The salesman's eyes lit up. "Ah, an excellent choice! We happen to have a few in stock. Follow me, please."

They were led to a section of the lot where several Lincoln Continentals were parked. Alfred's eyes roved over the sleek, elegant lines of the cars, appreciating their classic design.

"This model here," the salesman said, patting the hood of a dark green Continental, "is in pristine condition. Low mileage, well-maintained. It's a beauty, isn't it?"

Alfred nodded, inspecting the car closely. "Indeed, it is. May I take it for a test drive?"

"Of course!" The salesman beamed, quickly retrieving the keys. "I'll ride along to answer any questions you might have."

Alfred settled into the driver's seat, appreciating the craftsmanship and comfort. He started the engine, and the car purred to life. The test drive was smooth, the car handling beautifully. Alfred asked a few pointed questions about the vehicle's history and performance, all of which the salesman answered confidently.

Returning to the lot, Alfred parked and turned to the salesman. "I'm satisfied. Let's proceed with the purchase."

Back inside the dealership, the paperwork was swiftly completed. The salesman's enthusiasm never waned as he guided Alfred through each form, explaining the terms and conditions with the practiced ease of a seasoned professional.

"And that's the last of it," the salesman said, handing Alfred the keys. "Congratulations, Mr. Pennyworth. You're the proud owner of a 1942 Lincoln Continental."

Alfred accepted the keys with a small nod. "Thank you. Your assistance has been most helpful."

Reed, who had observed the process from a distance, approached Alfred. "It seems you're all set. Do you need any further assistance?"

"No, thank you, Mr. Reed. You've been more than generous with your time and help," Alfred replied, his tone appreciative but firm.

Reed chuckled, but there was a hint of curiosity in his eyes. "You know, it's a bit unusual for someone of your stature to suddenly need so many things at once. Or, Did you rob a bank or something?" He joked, though Alfred could sense a flicker of genuine doubt behind the humor.

Alfred's mind raced as he crafted a believable story. "Ah, a fair question, Mr. Reed. The truth is, I recently returned from an extended stay overseas, managing some rather remote family estates. Upon my return, I found that my old possessions had been, unfortunately, lost in a fire at our family home. It's been a rather hectic process trying to rebuild, as you can imagine."

Reed nodded, the explanation seemingly satisfying his curiosity, though a trace of doubt lingered in his eyes. "I see, that does make sense. Rebuilding after a tragedy can be quite an ordeal. I hope things go smoothly for you from here on out."

"Thank you, Mr. Reed," Alfred said, shaking his hand. "Your understanding and assistance have been invaluable."

With their final handshake, Alfred parted ways with Reed, who watched him drive off with a mix of admiration and residual curiosity.

Alfred slid into the driver's seat of the Lincoln Continental, the leather seats a reminder of the luxury he had secured. 

Driving through the bustling streets, Alfred's mind was already strategizing the next moves. He needed to gather more information about this world, establish a network of contacts, and ensure that his master, Ethan, was well-protected and informed. 

The cityscape, a mix of old-world charm and wartime austerity, passed by in a blur as his thoughts raced ahead.

After driving for some time, Alfred pulled over at a small tailor shop and proceeded to purchase a few more outfits, ensuring he had appropriate attire for various occasions. 

Along with clothing, he acquired other essential items needed to settle into the new house—basic provisions, household goods, and a sturdy torch.

Satisfied with his purchases, Alfred resumed his journey, his car now laden with the necessities for their new home.  

He soon reached the alley where it had all begun, a stark contrast to the bustling city around him. The narrow, dimly lit passage seemed almost unchanged, a silent witness to the start of his mission.

Alfred parked the car discreetly and approached the manhole cover. With practiced ease, he lifted it, the metal scraping softly against the pavement. 

He climbed down into the darkness, the torchlight cutting through the pitch-black surroundings. Each step echoed ominously, the only sound in the otherwise silent sewer.

A sudden chill crept up his spine, causing him to shiver uncontrollably. Despite his years of training and experience, a veteran of countless challenges, this unexpected fear pervaded his senses…

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