Wow , its been that long since my last and only post. Well I've been on assignment. I've put in some months in Europe working on a special project. I was posted in the Bastille area in Paris working on a very inportant contact.
I may as well identify her as Amy. She is a Russian operative that I have been infiltrating over the past year. We have a mutual understanding and she does not judge me when I do things like forget to load my gun and trip on my cord choking thing.
Its been five weeks tonight since we were walking through the streets of Paris looking for very hidden train station. We we on our way to Prague and I had no intention to fly. It is far to easy to become detected by interpol now in your movements.
We took a night train from Paris to Frankfurt and then connected on a sleeper there to Prague. Unfortuntly the safe agent double booked and we were stuck with two CIA operatives that were quite possibly the biggest assholes I could describe. Asshole #1 spent the first hour talking with his "girlfriend" via satellite phone. The idiot actually thought we were a couple of dumb tourists and had no idea he was delievering code back to some slob in Virgina. Asshole #2 never said a word.
I had a chuckle though. After chasing a valium with a couple shots of brown liqour I drifted off forgetting that we would probably have to deal with Czech/ German immigration somewhere. As I started to fall asleep I watched out the window at the passing sights in the small cabin. I had this uneasy feeling, Germany is not a place I like, as I travel through it I cant help but think of its fairly recent history. What bothers me more is the travelling on train tracks. Who actually travelled on these same tracks, going in these same directions....fucking Germans. They say its in thier past but shit how long ago was that?
Then it came, out a very deep sleep. Amy was shaking me awake telling me to open the door as she struggled to get dressed, a fight she was winning. I on the other hand was losing in my sense to get orientated, I cursed myself. What kind of a professional was I getting in the shape I was with these to knuckle heads in the cabin. Like the unseasoned morons they were they didnt move. I stuggeled to get the door open as I familarized my self with the situation. I decided that I would play dumb. A risky move considering the company.
We were met with a leather jacket clad Czech offical, he sounded German but I knew better. His short cropped blond hair and mean looking demeanor made me snicker under my breath. Since most Eastern European counties have joined the EU they have no scary powers like they once had, this guy didnt get the memo. I started in with some confusing story about getting lost in Paris when he moved on to the dumb asses upstairs. I had confused him so much with my story of getting lost in the London under ground he figured I was civilian. Travelling on a Canadian passport basically obsolves you of ignorance. Unlike the US passport.
He was so delight when he saw the United states of america on their passport he could hardly hold back the joy. Normally I would have been as equally entertained but I was travelling naked and would have to snap a neck or two if I really needed to get out of this situation. I hate when I dont have a gun. Amy had convinced me to dump it a few hours earlier. I hadnt done any knife fighting in months and felt way out of practice. The horney man in me made me listen to her anyway. ...sometimes Im a sucker for the girls.....especially the ones that look like her.
After a very amusing wait, listenting to the two dummys use their so called field training to get out of this they finally got off the train. Well we made it to Prague and I'll explain that later. Im tired and need to catch some sleep. I have a big contract in the morning. A couple of corporate warnings and an anthrax scare.
Please forget that thing about the gun....I was drunk.
I may as well identify her as Amy. She is a Russian operative that I have been infiltrating over the past year. We have a mutual understanding and she does not judge me when I do things like forget to load my gun and trip on my cord choking thing.
Its been five weeks tonight since we were walking through the streets of Paris looking for very hidden train station. We we on our way to Prague and I had no intention to fly. It is far to easy to become detected by interpol now in your movements.
We took a night train from Paris to Frankfurt and then connected on a sleeper there to Prague. Unfortuntly the safe agent double booked and we were stuck with two CIA operatives that were quite possibly the biggest assholes I could describe. Asshole #1 spent the first hour talking with his "girlfriend" via satellite phone. The idiot actually thought we were a couple of dumb tourists and had no idea he was delievering code back to some slob in Virgina. Asshole #2 never said a word.
I had a chuckle though. After chasing a valium with a couple shots of brown liqour I drifted off forgetting that we would probably have to deal with Czech/ German immigration somewhere. As I started to fall asleep I watched out the window at the passing sights in the small cabin. I had this uneasy feeling, Germany is not a place I like, as I travel through it I cant help but think of its fairly recent history. What bothers me more is the travelling on train tracks. Who actually travelled on these same tracks, going in these same directions....fucking Germans. They say its in thier past but shit how long ago was that?
Then it came, out a very deep sleep. Amy was shaking me awake telling me to open the door as she struggled to get dressed, a fight she was winning. I on the other hand was losing in my sense to get orientated, I cursed myself. What kind of a professional was I getting in the shape I was with these to knuckle heads in the cabin. Like the unseasoned morons they were they didnt move. I stuggeled to get the door open as I familarized my self with the situation. I decided that I would play dumb. A risky move considering the company.
We were met with a leather jacket clad Czech offical, he sounded German but I knew better. His short cropped blond hair and mean looking demeanor made me snicker under my breath. Since most Eastern European counties have joined the EU they have no scary powers like they once had, this guy didnt get the memo. I started in with some confusing story about getting lost in Paris when he moved on to the dumb asses upstairs. I had confused him so much with my story of getting lost in the London under ground he figured I was civilian. Travelling on a Canadian passport basically obsolves you of ignorance. Unlike the US passport.
He was so delight when he saw the United states of america on their passport he could hardly hold back the joy. Normally I would have been as equally entertained but I was travelling naked and would have to snap a neck or two if I really needed to get out of this situation. I hate when I dont have a gun. Amy had convinced me to dump it a few hours earlier. I hadnt done any knife fighting in months and felt way out of practice. The horney man in me made me listen to her anyway. ...sometimes Im a sucker for the girls.....especially the ones that look like her.
After a very amusing wait, listenting to the two dummys use their so called field training to get out of this they finally got off the train. Well we made it to Prague and I'll explain that later. Im tired and need to catch some sleep. I have a big contract in the morning. A couple of corporate warnings and an anthrax scare.
Please forget that thing about the gun....I was drunk.
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