Chapter One Thousand Two Hundred Forty-One
15th September 1957
Berlin
As the airliner descended into Berlin in the early morning hours Kat couldn’t help but notice how many of the dark gaps that existed during the years after the war had ended were finally gone. While the city had long been considered a world capital, the crossroads of Europe, where Eastern and Western met, it had taken two decades for her to reclaim that mantle. For Kat it was a wonderful thing to see because she liked to think that she had played a substantial roll in bringing back the city that was her birthplace.
This was also the last day that Kat would be considered active in the military. She intended to go home and just be a mother to her children for a while, Helene had warned her that she would get bored and would be begging for something exciting to do after a few weeks. Helene seemed to think that she was just going to sit at home and do nothing, that was the furthest thing from what Kat would be doing. Instead, she had taken the position that Louis had offered her. Regular hours and not having to worry about getting unexpectedly called away at any time, a chance to travel with Douglas when he went off on photographic expeditions, plenty of time to pursue her own projects. It all sounded so good her. She felt like she was secure for the first time in her life and it was a good feeling.
The meeting with the American President had gone well enough. Still though, he had been long winded in the manner that most of his kind were no matter their nationality and was a reminder as to why she disliked most politicians. Kat had heard the words that he had spoken, and they had sounded good if one could ignore the historical context with which he spoke and didn’t know about the not so neutral role that the country had played during the Second World War. Many in Europe had been speculating for years as to whether or not Stalin would have been so bold as to provoke the war had it not been for the sale of grain, oil and other war materials from the United States. Kat herself remembered her father’s cynical jokes about British rifle cartridges with American headstamps long before the Des Moines incident resulted in the United States entering the First World War. As much as Kat had wanted to give President Harriman a piece of her mind over all of that and how Asia had been treated, the Emperor had explicitly ordered her not to do that or tell anyone in America what she thought about what the President, no matter what he said. Kat was to accept Thorwald’s rifle on behalf of the SKA, she was to graciously thank the President for being a good host and she was to echo his sentiment that as Liberal Democracies their respective nations should be friends and allies. The whole thing had left a bad taste in Kat’s mouth.
Instead, Kat got to sit there quietly and do her best not to create an international incident. She had talked to Asia just before she had left for America and while Asia was recovering slowly it was clear that what had happened had taken a severe toll on her. Some part of her had been damaged in Danvers State Hospital and that was the slowest part to recover. The comments the hospital staff had made about her ethnicity and gender, how that meant that she was less than human in their eyes. She was just an object to them, a plaything. When they discovered that she would hit back they had done their level best to destroy her. She had been helpless, unable to stop them and that had affected her deeply. Kat understood what Asia was going through as she came to grips with what had happened, it was something that Kat wished that she didn’t. For Asia though, the most offensive aspect of all of this was that partially because of her the current incarnation of the Sisterhood had been effectively sidelined. Kat had told Asia that she shouldn’t read too much into that. The Sisterhood would be back in some form in the future, she just needed to be patient.
Gloria, who had followed her around for the entire week had talked with her about her life in Germany. What Kat did when she wasn’t off being a soldier, secret agent or whatever it was she did. That had been fun, but there had been a few times when she had gotten the impression that Gloria had wanted her to answer questions a certain way and had been disappointed by the answers that she had gotten instead. Kat had eventually given her a bit of advice. She could cover the stories, or she could play a role in them, but trying to do both was a disservice to herself, her newspaper and her readers who would eventually tire of her having an agenda. Kat was unsure if she had gotten through to her, but she remembered that Maria had told her almost the exact same thing shortly before getting caught up in the Reichstag bombing ended her journalistic aspirations forever.
Kat had however parted on good terms with Gloria. They had last seen each other at Idlewild Airport, in the lounge as they had waited for their respective flights to depart. Kat was going home, and Gloria was headed to Los Angles to cover the unfolding scandal that was unfolding in the big Hollywood studios. Jane Wyman and her husband had fallen on hard times following his felony arrest a few years earlier. Now they were at the center of a prostitution scandal that many thought was going to be the undoing of the studio system. Personally, Kat felt that it was profoundly ironic that the scandal that took down the studios was someone doing on a small scale what the studios themselves had been doing for decades. Kat had told Gloria that there she thought that there would no good side to what she found in Hollywood, just different sides of bad and worse.
Once the plane landed, Kat trudged up the jetway, an agent from Lufthansa had made sure that Thorwald’s rifle was well cared for during the flight and he handed it to her as she walked past. Kat preferred to travel light and had never liked the risk involved when checking luggage. Thorwald’s rifle had been a bit different in that regard. Arrangements had been worked out with the airline ahead of time. It was with great relief that Douglas was there to meet her and help with her bag and the rifle case. The plan was that Kat they were going to drive across town and deliver the rifle to the military museum the instant the office opened. Her last duty to Thorwald and the SKA would be complete.