Chapter One Thousand Three Hundred Seventy-Seven
2nd June 1960
Tempelhof, Berlin
Kiki got the worst of the dried mud off her flak vest before she put it in her locker. It wasn’t like the rest of her uniform that she could just throw in the washing machine.
“Why are you doing this to yourself?” Vanesa asked.
Kiki closed the padlock on the locker that she kept in her dorm room. She was fighting fatigue as she tucked the chain that had the key to her locker and her two identity disks down the front of her Hertha jersey. She didn’t have the energy to explain this to Vanesa. Kiki had just stepped out of the shower and only wanted to get as much sleep as she could before she had to be up in the morning.
“Couldn’t you go off and just be a Princess” Vanesa said, “Look pretty in front of the cameras, sit on a beach and cause scandals or something.”
Kiki gave an exasperated sigh. “That is not a good life” She said.
“Perhaps” Vanesa said, “But having you staggering in looking half dead, that gun and knife. That all seems extreme.”
The pistol and karambit were secured in the locker, they had been in there for months and Vanesa had said nothing. Why now? The other weapons were in the armory in Potsdam. God only knew how Vanesa would react if she brought those around. Instead, Vanesa watched every evening as Kiki came back from her training sessions with Kat and as had been drilled into her head, saw to her equipment first.
“I don’t want to be dead weight wherever they send me over the summer” Kiki said, “And I cannot expect others to protect me.”
“I just wanted to let you know how crazy your actions seem to everyone else” Vanesa said.
“Then it’s a good thing that everyone else is not anyone I feel I need to answer to” Kiki replied.
“We have to live with you” Vanesa said, “Ever thought of that?”
“Well, duh” Kiki replied, “Why do you think that I keep everything locked up?”
Vanesa clearly didn’t like that answer, but Kiki was beyond caring. Tomorrow, she had classes and there were important examinations that were only a few weeks away that would gain her certification as a Field Medic. There was too much to do and time was running so short. Caring about what her peer group thought would be wasting time she didn’t have. Getting into bed Kiki was asleep almost as soon as her head hit the pillow.
Indianapolis, Indiana
Entering the convenience store, Robert Bryant saw the headlines of the newspaper in the rack next to the door.
President Announces China-Korea Peace Initiative, U.S. to entice nations to mediation.
Below it was a photograph of the President behind the podium in what was presumably the White House. Below the photograph was a quote from his announcement.
“The World has seen enough war this century to last it three, let’s end this cycle of violence before it starts anew.” -President A. Harriman.
Robert wished the President luck in his efforts to bring peace to Asia. He just wished there was more peace to be found here on the streets of Indianapolis as he walked through the store. It was typical of stores found everywhere. Selling mostly beer, cigarettes and candy. It did have a small selection of groceries for those too lazy to go to an actual grocery store and number of items behind the counter that more respectable establishments wouldn’t sell. Girly magazines, condoms and the like.
As an experienced Homicide Detective, Robert knew an open and shut case when he saw one. Still, he was required to treat like any other homicide and investigate the matter like if it involved the corpse of someone who he didn’t already know. In this case it was the body was of a young man who was well known to the Indianapolis Police Department having spent half his life behind bars and seeming to break every single law on the books when he was out. Presently he was sitting with his back against the glass of a cooler full of beer with an expression of surprise frozen on his face and three bullet holes in his chest. The blood that was pooled around him would be a real mess for someone to clean up.
“The owner said that he was closing out the day when Chucky here bursts in and tries to stick up the place” Sam, Robert’s partner, said, “He’d been stuck up before and had a .38 behind the counter just in case. Turns out that Chucky was bluffing and didn’t have a gun, just a carrot of all things in his pocket.”
“How did the owner take learning that?” Robert asked.
“He’s kind of torn up about it” Sam replied.
“He shouldn’t be” Robert said, “Chucky was a two-time loser who going to die this way or in prison. All he did was spare the taxpayers a great deal of future expense.”
“I know that, and you know it too” Sam said, “But the owner, he doesn’t.”
Robert just shrugged, that’s life. Better to have a dead skell like Chucky for the Coroner to take to the morgue than a dead store owner. Robert knew full well that if Chuck Manson had been the one with the gun then that was exactly how it would have turned out.
“The owner also demanded to know what the Hell he’s paying us for if shit like this keeps happening” Sam said.
“Remind him that we’re Homicide and tell him to take it up with Patrol” Robert replied. What was the World coming too where the store owner would have the balls to make a comment like that?
2nd June 1960
Tempelhof, Berlin
Kiki got the worst of the dried mud off her flak vest before she put it in her locker. It wasn’t like the rest of her uniform that she could just throw in the washing machine.
“Why are you doing this to yourself?” Vanesa asked.
Kiki closed the padlock on the locker that she kept in her dorm room. She was fighting fatigue as she tucked the chain that had the key to her locker and her two identity disks down the front of her Hertha jersey. She didn’t have the energy to explain this to Vanesa. Kiki had just stepped out of the shower and only wanted to get as much sleep as she could before she had to be up in the morning.
“Couldn’t you go off and just be a Princess” Vanesa said, “Look pretty in front of the cameras, sit on a beach and cause scandals or something.”
Kiki gave an exasperated sigh. “That is not a good life” She said.
“Perhaps” Vanesa said, “But having you staggering in looking half dead, that gun and knife. That all seems extreme.”
The pistol and karambit were secured in the locker, they had been in there for months and Vanesa had said nothing. Why now? The other weapons were in the armory in Potsdam. God only knew how Vanesa would react if she brought those around. Instead, Vanesa watched every evening as Kiki came back from her training sessions with Kat and as had been drilled into her head, saw to her equipment first.
“I don’t want to be dead weight wherever they send me over the summer” Kiki said, “And I cannot expect others to protect me.”
“I just wanted to let you know how crazy your actions seem to everyone else” Vanesa said.
“Then it’s a good thing that everyone else is not anyone I feel I need to answer to” Kiki replied.
“We have to live with you” Vanesa said, “Ever thought of that?”
“Well, duh” Kiki replied, “Why do you think that I keep everything locked up?”
Vanesa clearly didn’t like that answer, but Kiki was beyond caring. Tomorrow, she had classes and there were important examinations that were only a few weeks away that would gain her certification as a Field Medic. There was too much to do and time was running so short. Caring about what her peer group thought would be wasting time she didn’t have. Getting into bed Kiki was asleep almost as soon as her head hit the pillow.
Indianapolis, Indiana
Entering the convenience store, Robert Bryant saw the headlines of the newspaper in the rack next to the door.
President Announces China-Korea Peace Initiative, U.S. to entice nations to mediation.
Below it was a photograph of the President behind the podium in what was presumably the White House. Below the photograph was a quote from his announcement.
“The World has seen enough war this century to last it three, let’s end this cycle of violence before it starts anew.” -President A. Harriman.
Robert wished the President luck in his efforts to bring peace to Asia. He just wished there was more peace to be found here on the streets of Indianapolis as he walked through the store. It was typical of stores found everywhere. Selling mostly beer, cigarettes and candy. It did have a small selection of groceries for those too lazy to go to an actual grocery store and number of items behind the counter that more respectable establishments wouldn’t sell. Girly magazines, condoms and the like.
As an experienced Homicide Detective, Robert knew an open and shut case when he saw one. Still, he was required to treat like any other homicide and investigate the matter like if it involved the corpse of someone who he didn’t already know. In this case it was the body was of a young man who was well known to the Indianapolis Police Department having spent half his life behind bars and seeming to break every single law on the books when he was out. Presently he was sitting with his back against the glass of a cooler full of beer with an expression of surprise frozen on his face and three bullet holes in his chest. The blood that was pooled around him would be a real mess for someone to clean up.
“The owner said that he was closing out the day when Chucky here bursts in and tries to stick up the place” Sam, Robert’s partner, said, “He’d been stuck up before and had a .38 behind the counter just in case. Turns out that Chucky was bluffing and didn’t have a gun, just a carrot of all things in his pocket.”
“How did the owner take learning that?” Robert asked.
“He’s kind of torn up about it” Sam replied.
“He shouldn’t be” Robert said, “Chucky was a two-time loser who going to die this way or in prison. All he did was spare the taxpayers a great deal of future expense.”
“I know that, and you know it too” Sam said, “But the owner, he doesn’t.”
Robert just shrugged, that’s life. Better to have a dead skell like Chucky for the Coroner to take to the morgue than a dead store owner. Robert knew full well that if Chuck Manson had been the one with the gun then that was exactly how it would have turned out.
“The owner also demanded to know what the Hell he’s paying us for if shit like this keeps happening” Sam said.
“Remind him that we’re Homicide and tell him to take it up with Patrol” Robert replied. What was the World coming too where the store owner would have the balls to make a comment like that?
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