Chapter One Thousand Five Hundred Twenty-Six
21st December 1962
Mitte, Berlin
Sitting on the deck of the Meta Kiki had a front row seat of what happened across the river. Smoke and dust came billowing up from between the buildings up the river off to the south. Seconds later came the roar of the explosion and Kiki felt the barge rock as the big bay windows on the back of the museum rattled.
In the course of events, you will have a duty to respond. Kiki was reminded of that as she watched, she was also acutely aware that she had no idea what was going on. The Berlin East Railway Station was over there, so it could be an accident of some kind. Rushing into the saloon, Kiki threw open one of the lockers that was under the floor. She yanked her field pack out from where she had stored it and it seemed much heavier than she remembered. Two items that she felt reluctant to grab were the pistol and the gas mask that she had never needed in Korea. The memories of her shooting into the night months earlier came to mind, but Kiki’s Instructors drilling the idea that she be prepared for anything until she understood exactly what she was dealing with.
Kicking off her shoes, Kiki pulled on the steel-toed hobnailed boots. Then with movements that had become automatic through long practice, she put on the flak vest over the parka that she was already wearing and the belt which had the holstered pistol on it among other things went on over that. She avoided looking at the pistol as she buckled it around her waist, it was somewhat dismaying that she needed to pull it tighter than she had worn it in Korea. That meant she had lost weight again and Berg would give her an earful when she found out. Pulling the straps of her pack over her shoulders, Kiki walked towards the ladder up to the pilot house. The blue beret that hanging on its peg, Kiki had taken it off a few weeks earlier and had not thought any more about it. Today it felt right to put it back on.
Minutes later, Kiki was walking towards the nearest bridge crossing the river. When the BII Agents who had been tasked with giving her a loose protection detail caught up with her.
“We can’t let go any further” The Lead Agent said as he tried to keep up with the brutal pace that Kiki was keeping, “Our orders are to get you to a safe place until we know what we are dealing with.”
“That’s not happening” Kiki replied as she kept walking.
“Princess Kristina” The Agent said stepping in front of her, “We are not asking.”
Kiki gave him a smile that could have frozen water, the perfect way of letting him know that he clearly had more nerve than sense. “I outrank you in every respect. You can help me, or you can get out of my way.”
“Threats are not going to get you anywhere” The Agent said.
“That was a promise” Kiki replied vehemently. The Agent gulped, they were aware that she had gotten through FSR training and that she was perfectly capable of dismantling an offensive BII Agent who had overstepped his authority.
That was when the streets were rocked by a second explosion.
As the Agents stared at the cloud of smoke rising over the city.
“Do you see that?” Kiki yelled, “That was aimed at people responding to the first blast. You said that you wanted to know what we are dealing with, there was your answer.”
That seemed to end the argument.
With that Kiki started walking in the direction of the explosions. Much to her annoyance, the BII Agents kept following her. Why had she mentioned that they had the option of helping her? After walking several blocks, they started seeing damage to the buildings. The East Railway Station was a completely shattered wreck. The only time in the past that she had seen destruction on this level had been when she had been in Andong, where every building had been gutted by fire and they were all falling in on themselves. This looked just as bad. Looking into a car that had been crushed by falling rubble, Kiki saw that the driver was pressed hard against the steering wheel. His skull was caved in and just looking she could see that he was already dead. He didn’t use a seatbelt, Kiki thought to herself as she saw that is was hanging next to the door post. Pressing on, there was a man wearing the green uniform of the Berlin Police and he was still bleeding. Without thinking about it, Kiki rushed forward and saw that he had a hole in his chest. No sooner than she registered that then dust was kicked up by her feet and the sound of a bullet ricocheting reached her ears. Someone was shooting at her and the BII Agents were yelling at her to get back to the alley where they were sheltering. Grabbing the policeman under his arms she pulled him towards the alley. Something hit Kiki’s chest and she was knocked over backwards. Getting back to her feet, Kiki pulled the policeman into the alley.
“That was stupid” The BII Agent said as Kiki cut open the policeman’s shirt. She saw that it was a hole that had blood seeping out of it. There had been talk of equipping the police with armored vests similar to those worn by the military, that would have prevented this injury. Looking at her own vest, Kiki pulled the bullet that had hit her out of the fabric that had melted around it. Nine-millimeter if she had to guess, there would probably be a massive bruise caused by that. At least whoever was shooting at them didn’t have a rifle.