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“Damn it,” Yossi slams his ale on the bar. The bartender glances over, eyebrow arched. Yossi rubs his five o’clock shadow thinking hard. Where in the world should he start his search for the German.
“Excuse me sir, is this seat taken?” a delicate voice asks from behind his left shoulder threatening to interrupt his thoughts.
Yossi turns slightly to look over his shoulder. He looks the woman up and down and shakes his head. “No.” He turns back and stares into his ale with intense concentration, showing no interest in the woman. There is no time for fun and games. He has a man to catch.
“Thank you sir,” the woman says as she takes her seat.
Yossi simply raises his mug to her when a vision hits him. He leans back on his stool, looking up at the imaginary lightbulb shining bright above him.
Find the woman, find the man. He has to go to Germany straight away. She would lead him to the German.
Anxious to be on the move and determined to make ground, Yossi quickly finishes his ale.
He kisses the woman on the cheek, “Thank you miss,” and rushes out the door.
At the airport, he catches the first flight to Berlin.
Meanwhile, in their London office George and his brother, Thomas, search records looking for any old, semi-retired doctors. Papers strewn across their desks and their computers humming under the strain.
“What about we find out who was actually buried there?”
“I think it matters not,” Thomas says, exasperated.
They had been searching for days already without a lead.
“It might,” George protests.
“Fine then,” Thomas sighs, “you search for the identity of the woman, I will keep looking for the old man.” Thomas is surprised at how well the government faked the death of Von Schumann. His uncle always spoke of conspiracy theories and this was further proof that a conspiracy was indeed in play.
George smiles. He could always convince his brother to let him do what he wanted. However, deep down, he believed that there was a connection between the woman who was buried and the man who should have been.
Rebecca grabs her duffel bag by the door and slings it over her shoulder.
“Where are you going?” von Schumann beckons from the study.
Rebecca drops the bag with an oomph and makes her way to the study.
“Funny,” von Schumann doesn’t look up from the documents on his desk, “you can be quiet as a mouse, but sometimes, usually when you have something on your mind, you are loud and clumsy.”
Rebecca sighs. She forgets sometimes to keep her emotions in check and remember that she is a spy. One of the best Berlin has ever seen actually. But she’s worried. It has been days since she’s heard form Hans and he always checks in. The last she had heard from him was when he boarded the boat. He told her that a shadow hunter was trailing him. But, Hans, he was stealthier than any Shadow Hunter.
“Where are you going Becca?”
“I’m going to find Hans.”
She places her hand on the back of the chair.
“You will not,” von Schumann bellows as he looks up at her, “Hans is capable of handling the hunter on his own.”
Rebecca huffs, about to protest. Before she has a chance, von Schumann says, “The last thing I need is for both of you to be hunted.”
“You’re right,” she says, “Hans can handle it on his own.”
“I hear a but.” von Schuman tilts his head and peers at her above the rim of his glasses, “What is it Becca?”
“I don’t think we were alone at the graveyard that night Doctor.”
“Someone else?” he frowns, “How many people are involved in this?”
“Not a person. But I don't think we were alone.”
“Scheisse .” von Schumann waves his hand and dismisses her.
Rebecca nods, taking her cue, and leaves the study. She grabs her duffel bag and makes her way back to the graveyard to investigate further.
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