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Viper II - Mother of the Dragon Queen, Part 13

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Having heard she knew where there were more victims I was sure we had to get her out quickly to be able to get as much information we could get, before I would have a go at our assault. I gently took her arm again and we started walking towards the Porta del Perugino. I knew we would have to pass the Sant Carlo palace but as hoping, that the two who had been in front of the door there were among our victims. I let out a deep sigh of relief, when I carefully peeked around the corner of the chapel again and saw no suspicious people in our path. The front of the building was clear and it seemed, we were more than just lucky today.

What If?


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A story of heartache and pain, sins, misadventures, curses, a gods wrath and finally redemption.

What If?

by Monique S.

What if even an ordinary mortal could alter history? There are so many theories as to what time is and what it would mean if you could alter history and create an alternate timeline in a parallel universe.

Being interested in extreme Astrology and a technician I have always rejected such theories, just until I woke up in HER bed and found myself changed ...

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Viper II - Mother of the Dragon Queen, Part 12

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Gently leading Mother Daniella after the priest towards the back door and the gardens I wondered if the Assassini were watching the back, too. If they were I would have to either bet on them still having no idea about what was going on and talk to her and then lead her back to her lodgings or kill those, that would see us. If they were not watching the back my best bet would be to make her disappear, so that she could give us all information she had. Then I would group my little force and raid the Vatican this night. In that case I would desperately need to talk to Carlo and Emberto.

Viper II - Mother of the Dragon Queen, Part 11

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I went to have a bit of rest then, as I wanted to go on my own to scout in the small hours. I was sure to be the most safe on my own, as none of the others knew the art of the dragons to melt into the shadows like Liu and I had done at Tivoli. I got up when my feeling said it was time. The clock said half past three in the morning. I put on my black fighting clothes and wrapped my now blond hair in a black scarf, that also covered my face leaving only my eyes free. I wore black leather gloves, just in case I met any assassini. Alphonso insisted on staying at the point where I penetrated the Vatican with his men and that was no problem for me. I was not going to be seen, even if one or two of the assassini would not survive the night, but the men could certainly help to dispose of the corpses if the need arose.

Viper II - Mother of the Dragon Queen, Part 10

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After that call I sat down with Alphonso and his men and told them, what Mother Angelica had said. It meant, that we were ready to make contact with Mother Daniella. The next morning I’d try and meet her at the chapel, so right this afternoon uncle Alphonso and I would go to the Vatican as visitors. I had brought two of my best dresses and some jewellery as well as some heels, so that with the now blonde again hair I looked definitely European. I had another PPK and another silencer as well as some ammunition in my handbag and Alphonso was carrying a gun the same way Franco did, in an ankle holster under his trousers. His men would pretend to be ordinary people on a visit to Rome and the Vatican and stay close, but not too close to Alphonso and myself, as we’d walk towards the Chapel for a first impression of the layout around it and the Palace next to it. It was going towards the end of the afternoon, so I hoped there would not be too many people milling about.

Viper II - Mother of the Dragon Queen, Part 9

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Grandfather then took me aside to tell me about his phone call to Hamburg. Master Hong had promised to put the four young men on the TEE-Helvetia (*) from Hamburg to Zürich, from where they’d be able to take the TEE-Gottardo to Milano. From there it would be an ordinary Italian train to Rome. The whole trip should not take any longer than two to three days at the most. It would help, though, if someone Italian or able to speak the language could meet them at Milano. Both of us thought it best to send Liu, who readily agreed. Grandfather and Franco would meet them at Rome, where Alphonso, his men and I would already have scouted out the Vatican. For that purpose I would have to return to my natural hair colour, which would turn me back into signorina Del Soto, a tourist eager to learn about the Vatican, accompanied by her uncle Alphonso. My goal was to find a way into the chapel Mother Daniella would be praying to find her early in the morning and help her to regain her life and courage. Then I would ask her to give us all the information we needed to find and kill the Assassini, without running into the Swiss Guard.

Viper II - Mother of the Dragon Queen, Part 8

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After a long and passionate cuddle with my love I felt myself prepared to face the Cardinal. I decided to take Alphonso Da Silva with me, as Franco was better employed here to keep looking out for Mei Ling and my mum, both of whom were now occupied with the Capitano and thus out of my mind. I knew I needed to keep myself together and my rage under control. The fool of a Cardinal had really planned to unleash his assassins on the poor children. If I let myself go I might actually skin the bastard alive. Da Silva looked at me admiringly.

Viper II - Mother of the Dragon Queen, Part 7

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As much as I would have liked to enjoy the peace and healing that now permeated the ward, my mind was occupied by these assassins. How could it have been, that such a group had existed within the church of Rome, without it being discovered and raising objections among the faithful christians? There was only one logical explanation my mind could come up with: fear. Well, I could play that game, too. It had already worked with Michele and his “family” of hell hounds, with the help now of the Great Dragon, master Liu, and my Dì yī qíshì I, as again the ghost of Viper would be able to spread terror inside the Vatican and possibly Rome. But first I needed to know all that Cardinal knew.

Viper II - Mother of the Dragon Queen, Part 6

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When we got back to the ward where the girls were mum and the mother superior came rushing to hug me together with Marina and Mei Ling. I still felt the connection with both of them and was amazed at feeling Sister Angelica hesitantly touch my mind sending love and reassurance. I smiled.
“I have no idea, Xiăolóng, how you are able to do the things you do and not break. Had it not been for Angelica even the reduced version of what you felt would have broken me.” mum said.
“She may not call it Chi, mum, but I realised yesterday already, that she and I draw our strength from the same source. The way we do it and what we use it for may be entirely different, but it definitely is the same source.”

Viper II - Mother of the Dragon Queen, Part 5

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Nothing happened that first night. We all had a good rest in the hours we were off watch, as we knew the compound well guarded. The next morning we all assembled in the canteen of the compound and the nuns prepared breakfast for the girls on Mei Ling’s advice. She had been slow cooking several chickens into a special nourishing soup in accord with the five elements (the Chinese medicine regards the world split in five elements, Water, Fire, Air, Earth and Metal), a preparation specially for recovering from injury and a couple of the nuns were eager students of Mei Ling’s explanations. Then, after an early breakfast we all went to the ward of the children and the nuns fed the girls, all of whom asked after who had prepared the soup.

Viper II - Mother of the Dragon Queen, Part 4

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The energy in the hospital had changed completely. The girls had been in pain and desperate, before my mother and I came in, then they had been disturbed by the harsh confrontation between me and the bishop. When I had gone round and spoken to them and the nuns had started to really help, little Isabella had greatly relieved the fear by calling me an angel and now Mei Ling had helped all of them with their pain. The mother superior and the sisters were now crowding around Mei Ling, who, through Franco, explained Zhēn cì to them in general terms and that it was in a way a development, that was like the counterpart to the martial arts and that she was my sister. The mother superior looked at me questioningly and I just knew what she was asking. She wanted to bless Mei Ling, too. I smiled at her and nodded. She did again what she had done with me, kissed her cross and touched it to my sister’s forehead and just like I had, Mei Ling smiled, as she felt the deep love, that accompanied the blessing.

Viper II - Mother of the Dragon Queen, Part 3

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Holding the Commandante firmly by his arm I led him towards the ward, where the children were. Curious eyes followed us everywhere, only the guys from the Polizia Militare grinned. Emberto stopped to address the soldiers, while Tenente Da Silva saluted me smartly but only had a derisive grin for the Commandante. I knew that the man had wasted any respect he might have had among the men. His career was over. Too many of them had families and children of their own and could not understand his attitude. It was only now that I realised that the family in Italy had at least as much if not more importance as the faith.

Viper II - Mother of the Dragon Queen, Part 2

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It took only about half an hour to get to the hospital in the compound of the Army that was the closest and where the Polizia Militare unit had come from. Emberto was duly greeted by the commander of the brigade housed here and then we were led to a cordoned off building next to the hospital. The MPs I had met at the villa stood watch here and we were greeted by tenente Da Silva.

Viper II - Mother of the Dragon Queen

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It seemed that most of the people in Tivoli were in the mood to celebrate as the trattoria and the place in front were filling up quickly, but as happy as I was about having been reunited with my mum, the fate of the poor girls we had rescued was heavy on my mind and I could feel my Dragons were the same. Mum looked from one to the other of us, wondering why we were not wholeheartedly joining in the fun.
“What is it, Xiăolóng, that keeps you and your dragons from being happy with me?”


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But only signing a petition does not really change anything, it is like demonstrating, mostly hot air. What is needed are consequences, actions that show that what one petitions is worth some effort. So, if Amazon is making lots of money on the health of their employees, what can I, as an idividual do?

An unusual consultation

This is a short story based on a dream I had, that was still vividly present in my mind on waking up this morning. It will be part of my NaNoWriMo efforts this year, so it is copyrighted to Monique S ©2019. All of the characters in this are entirely fictional and hopefully do not have any similarity to people living in my surroundings. Should such a similarity exist I apologize up front as it is certainly not intentional.

Foreign influence: part 43, final

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seventy one

Life at Davidwache went back to normal, as Biggi, Marion and Esme finalized the preparations for our celebration. Our outside guests, ThreeB and Maureen, Chris and Helena and most important of all Kathrin and Martin had been alerted and I had finally remembered to ask Esme about Agatha. Evidently she was a lost daughter of the house of Hessen, who had been written off immediately after her disappearance. We both thought it best to leave it at that, I because I knew Agatha would like it that way and Esme because she knew the parents and siblings.

Foreign influence: part 42

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Once the surprise had died down I introduced Katharina to Annmarie and then I got to work a little with my team, while Angela wet off with Katharina, Annmarie and Harry to talk in his office. I left it to her to bring them up to speed on the developments as to Marina’s adoption of Anna, Esme, Marion and Biggi preparing the picnic our realisation and Sasha`s betrothal and impending surgery.

Foreign influence: part 41

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sixty eight

We left then to return to the house. On the way we persuaded Katharina to go to New York and come back with Maureen and ThreeB for the picnic. She was a bit unsure about going and meeting people she did not know, but I calmed her by telling her, that she would talk to Maureen on the phone beforehand. Now it was time to have a serious chat with Esme. I did not like her plotting at all in this instance. Maybe Grishka was ready in her opinion, but for one I disagreed. And Katharina certainly wasn’t. Angela just looked at me and grinned.
“Oh, my love, I am really going to enjoy what will happen now.”
I just grinned.
“What do you think will happen now?” Katharina asked her.
“I think, for the fist time in her life, the mighty Esmeralda will get to be seriously told off.” Angela giggled.

Foreign influence: part 40

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sixty six

It was a rather subdued Grishka, who returned from the walk on his own. Sasha greeted him back and looked into his eyes then said:
“You feel rejected, because Mamushka and Angela spent the night without you?”

Foreign influence: part 39

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sixty four

The evening had been a quiet one, all of us more or less exhausted or lost in our own thoughts, but it had nevertheless been a companionable silence. I had had to convince Grishka of the necessity to keep out of the filming with a compromise. We would go together, Grishka, Sasha and I, an hour before meeting Constantin, by which time Sasha and he would be gone and they would keep to Sasha’s bedroom, while the interview was going on. Biggi, on the other hand I wanted to be home to greet Angela and myself as a token to the truth. She had no problem with that, as it was free advertising for her shop. We would keep quiet about the picnic, though.

Foreign influence: part 38

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sixty two

I arrived at Hamburg Hauptbahnhof shortly before midnight. This time I had asked the conductor early to please wake me in case I had fallen asleep, but this time I did not. My thoughts had been with my love. I was so looking forward to holding her again, waking up next to her, caring for her, loving her. I would take some days off, knowing that my team would have my back, as would have Harry and the president. I would definitely need to book at least a couple of sessions with Dr. Baumann, but most of all I wanted to spend time with Angela, Grishka, Sasha and Sergeij. And I also needed to talk to Esmeralda about Agatha and Heinrich in Wiesbaden.

Foreign influence: part 37

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Arriving at the pension a surprise awaited me: Kathrin. The moment she saw me get out of the taxi she came and embraced me in a tight hug. Then she kissed me gently on both cheeks, twice each. Four kisses for family. I started to cry. She held me at arms length and smiled.
“How can such a deadly woman be such a cry baby?”
She got a tissue from her bag and started cleaning the tears off my face. Another time I was glad not to have put any make-up on.
“Oh Monika,” she sighed “you are so sweet.”
“Kathrin!” I whispered “you want to say good bye in person?”
“Of course, you silly girl. After all I have to thank you and Marina and that amazing daughter of yours for? There was no way I’d let you go without a kiss. I am going to take you to the station in Frankfurt, Angel.”
She giggled.
“And then I am coming back here to try and seduce that sidekick of yours.”

Foreign influence: part 36

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fifty eight

Sasha had not rung so far, so I was wondering if she had anything arranged yet. I really wanted to have a nice night out. Especially for Martin and Kathrin. As I rang the flat from Heinrich’s desk I got Kathrin on the line.
“Hi Monika, I just got in the door. What is happening?”
“I am wrapping things up, Kathrin. I managed to avoid a press conference, but I’ll have to go to Karlsruhe the day after tomorrow to give one with Dr. Winter, the Generalbundesanwalt.”
“Oh, where is Martin?”
“I have managed to keep him here for you for another couple of days, Honey.”

Foreign influence: part 35

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fifty six

I was about to call everyone together, when Chris turned up with the mayor of Wiesbaden and the minister of the interior of Hessen in tow. It was two in the afternoon. He introduced me to both of them and I asked them into Wagenhuber’s office, where they wanted a short summary of what all this was about, so I gave them an abbreviated history of the case against the Russian gang, the violence of them and how Holtusen’s intervention had led to Angela’s assassination. I gave them the details of how Marina and I had arrested the pimp in our effort to gather material against Holthusen and how that had led to the discovery of the corruption and the involvement of internal affairs. Finally I advised them against a press conference.

Foreign influence: part 34

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fifty four

The next morning, waking up in the arms of Grishka another time, was bliss. He was awake already, having been able to sleep on the plane, so I was looking into his eyes lifting my head from his chest when I woke up. He smiled.
“Good morning little woman,” he said softly “You went out like a light last night.”
“Things rolled over me like a run away freight train, after Marina and I arrested that pimp at the casino.” I replied yawning.
“Well, nothing that a bit of a cuddle and a good breakfast wouldn’t cure, I am sure.” he said, pulling me back into a loving embrace.
“Hmmm.” I hummed into his chest, relishing his smell.

Foreign influence: part 33

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fifty two

I did not take long to get back to the station, where Sasha and Anna were waiting for us anxiously. Sasha was more afraid for Sergeij, I thought. I was sure she had not planned for to him take any part in this. And, what I expected, she went to embrace him first, but Anna went straight for Marina, seeking her protection. Geraldine was smiling as she came to look into my eyes saying:
“If your daughter is to be believed you are an angel in disguise, Monika.”
I could not help some tears ruining the rest of my make-up.

Foreign influence: part 32

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Marina’s encouragement really helped. She was becoming such a lovely friend.
“Honey,” I said “Kathrin has called Sasha, who is now on the way here with Sergeij. She should be meeting with Kathrin in an hour or so. I want you to go and be there for Anna and guide Sasha in what we want to know. And, of course, to give Kathrin my heartfelt thanks. If you can, please give a short report to Harry over the phone? The situation here seems under control. The pimp and Wagenhuber are being locked up at the MEK under Geraldine’s control. She has been put under my command until this is sorted by her boss and so has Joachim.”
“Wow, Moni, you have more people under your command now than your previous boss, I suppose.”
“I hope he never hears of this. He’d have a stroke now, if I was still under his command.”
“Just as well that the President, Dr. Heemann and Dr.Winter trust your instinctive decisions as much as the logically reasoned ones. How did you find out about the corruption here?”
“Pure intuition, Marina.”

Foreign influence: part 31

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forty nine

The sergeant sorted and the station sealed I decided to ring Kathrin. She obviously had been waiting for a message as she picked up the phone and said:
“Hello, this is Kathrin, is that you, Marina?”
“No, Kathrin, it is me, Monika.”

Foreign influence: part 30

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forty seven

All three of them, Gerhard, Karl and Martin seemed for the first time to get a glimpse, of what we had been through in this case. Karl shook himself and looked into my eyes as he asked:
“Who trained you, Monika?”
“Well,” I replied “There is a who and also a what. I was on loan to NYPD once, due to my good English with a proper UK accent, posing as a European buyer on a drug bust. The who is Special agent in charge Washington Farmer, who’s called ThreeB in the NY underworld as in Bad Black Bastard.”
“I see,” Karl said “that explains the Smith and Wesson and the Glock and ammo.”
“That was also where I got my first experiences of violent and heavily armed gangs.”
Karl smiled.
“Well, girl, things fall into place now.” He paused “Where do we go from here?”

Foreign influence: part 29

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forty five

After the call back to ThreeB and Grishka Marina and I took Anna back to the lovely little pension we had found and she was over awed about the way we treated her. She was a lovely girl underneath, but well and truly not quite fifteen yet. I wished my Sasha was here, but she needed her undisturbed time with Sergeij. To my surprise Marina took me aside, once Anna was comfortably settled in my bed.
“Moni,” she started “I think I am beginning to understand, what makes you so happy to have Sasha. Anna is such a lovely girl, really, I fear I am developing motherly feelings here.”

Foreign influence: part 28

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forty three

Harry and Annmarie left soon after that and Marina and I spent some time with my love, before it was time to go home.
“What are you going to do tomorrow, my love?” Angela enquired.
“I am going to the airport to meet the US-Marshalls, who are coming to collect the assassin. I think they are going to be very happy to have him finally. He must have quite a list of kills they want him for.”

Foreign influence: part 27

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forty one

That organised I sat back to think about Mrs. Myers. How could one be so obedient to stupid religious rules? Was there not enough evidence in the world, that giving the other cheek never led anywhere good? Vlad would have loved that. In fact, I thought, he was the perfect example of the flaws of that kind of thinking. I could relate to Gandhi's passive resistance, but Catholicism had always seemed bordering on silly to me, be it the interdiction of the pill or abortion or the infallibility of the pope, after centuries of corrupt and lecherous ones … but well, belief you cannot discuss, not like knowledge. And that humanity seems to have rejected now for millennii.

One more week

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Another week and I will take Viper off. For those of you who might want to be able to re-read it before the sequel, don't forget to ask for your free epub, there are still some left in the give away. All I'd like in return is a review (or rating) on Goodreads. or directly [email protected] via email.

Happy easter all,

Foreign influence: part 26

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thirty nine

Another night in the arms of my friend and future lover did wonders to my spirit. It was so nice to be able to move freely without any fear of causing a strange reaction seeing me naked. Grishka was a wonder of patience and I actually surprise myself, too, being so very restrained with anything but and occasional kiss. But both of us knew it was worth the wait. When he had showered I sent Grishka into the kitchen to make coffee so that I’d have the opportunity to put on Frau Holzer’s dress with all the appropriate undergarments and surprise Grishka with it. The guys at Davidwache, too were in for a surprise. I could not help giggling.

Foreign influence: part 25

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thirty seven

The news about Mrs. Myers was not good when it came. Her husband had seriously injured her and she would need to stay another night at the hospital. I told Kerstin to take a statement and ask her, if she wanted to press charges, then come back with the result. As soon as I had put down the receiver I picked it up again and called Winston. He was all but pleased at the news.
“If the wife will press charges, I think we can send him back under guard.” he said “So check with her on that. Otherwise you’ll have to charge him here under German law and see where that leads, I am sorry to say.”
“OK, I replied, I’ll ring my DA.” and as an afterthought “Have you heard anything about the American assassin we have caught here shooting at Angela, my sidekick?”

Foreign influence: part 24

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thirty five

Veronika and Oleg arrived about half an hour later. Veronika was still not quite calmed down, but Oleg had at least gotten the fact across, that Angela was alive. I hugged Vroni as she stood in the door and kissed her last tears away.
“Vroni, I am so sorry to have forgotten about you coming back and to have missed informing you!”
“It’s OK, Moni, you probably had a lot on your mind. How did you cope?”
“Well, there was Professor Doehn, to start with and everybody else was just marvellous, too. But it was hard nevertheless. But now she is on the mend and will be home in a couple of weeks. I’ll tell the whole story tonight at Wohltorf, where you will meet some very interesting people. But I invited you not only so that you hear the story, but also to get a bit distracted, too.”

Foreign influence: part 23

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thirty three

Biggi showed up soon afterwards and had to be told what happened. I had decided not to tell her the whole truth. I did not want her to worry. Sasha – of course – had already heard it. When Grishka and I had finished the tale as a natural death Biggi was relieved in two respects: I had not killed the bastard but he was dead nevertheless.

Foreign influence: part 22

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thirty one

The drive was uneventful and appeared very long, but we reached Berlin at about six. Grishka wanted to go to the embassy first, to make some calls and so pretty soon the embassy's gates closed behind our car. As we left the car and entered the building we almost bumped into a man whom I took to be Alexander Saitzew, the ambassador, but I got some doubt when he greeted Grishka with:
"Grishka, you old scoundrel, where have you been?" and then added with a significant glance at me "And who is your pretty friend?"

Foreign influence: part 21

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twenty nine

The press conference over I had a bit of breathing space. Sure, I would have to work with Wolfram on the paperwork for the demand for extradition from wherever he might get apprehended, even though we were both certain that once he got to Russia he'd be out of reach. I introduced Grishka to him and Wolfram was impressed. Grishka confirmed that once in Russia the guy that called himself Vlad Dracul would be free to do what he pleased. But we could make it as difficult as possible for him to get there. Wassilij was a major trump in our game, he said.

Foreign influence: part 20

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twenty six

The news from Grishka about Sergeij must have been good, because Sasha was smiling when I finally got time to talk to her.
“Oh mamushka, she gushed, he is better and coming to Hamburg soon to see us!”
“That certainly is good news, honey,” I answered “But how on earth did you get Angela's Glock?”
“I was still in the office, mamushka. They surprised her coming from were the Stempels should have been and knocked her out. They did not even bother to search her, they felt so confident.”

Feminine wiles

Feminine wiles

We had been sharing a flat for about three years now, Colette and I, because we had quite a lot in common. Both of us had always dreamt about becoming women, but while Colette was really serious about it and now in the last stage of her transition, meaning that she was pre-op, I had always been reluctant to start hormones, because I simply liked sex with girls too much.


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