And there we see the final nail driven into the coffin of Margot's social supremacy.
Now everyone* knows that Marie has usurped her crown and has pretty much taken the lead.
*Everyone except Marie.
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Now everyone* knows that Marie has usurped her crown and has pretty much taken the lead.
*Everyone except Marie.
Ok, so if it is Tatiana, then her identity is burned, but she is still her mothers daughter, and the last time two American spies were watching a Mischner, (in another country, go figure)well....
No Kat does not even have to stir to help her kitten. She has in the no certain order people there who could help or have no choice but to help:
1. Jack Kennedy
2. IRA through Jack Kennedy
3. The Guarda
4. MI5
5. MI 6
6. SIS
7. Ninja's, we know of one but maybe more.
8. BND
9. BII
10. Abwehr
11. Some one in the German Mafia
12. The Italian Secret Service, a Medici owes her big time.
13. The Italian Mafia
14. The Russian Spetnatz, don't forget she has an in with the Czar, the commander of the Spetnaz and the Spetnaz patron Saint.
15. RCMP
Did I leave anyone out?
Part 143, Chapter 2580
Chapter Two Thousand Five Hundred Eighty
4th September 1976
Saint Brenden’s Hospital, Grangegorman, Dublin
The call from the Legate came on Saturday morning telling Ed that there was a major issue with his partner that needed to be sorted out before it became a major diplomatic issue. He couldn’t get the details, but Thorson Greyson had landed in Saint Brenden’s infamous Secure Unit 3A, apparently after a disturbing incident the day before with the details still nebulous. Though Ed had only been in Ireland a few months, he had heard stories about that place and knew that it was nowhere that anyone wanted to end up.
“You can release him into my custody” Ed said as they walked down the hospital corridor. “I can have him on the first flight back to the States this morning.”
“I fear that Mr. Greyson is presently in no state to travel” The Doctor said, “I strongly urge patience in this case.”
This place gave Ed the creeps. It was as if despair was dripping off the walls and he could feel it on his skin. There was also the smell, it was indescribable. Like the hospital smells that people generally disliked anyway, but here it seemed like a thin veneer over decay and dust.
“What exactly happened to land Greyson in here?” Ed asked. It was the question that had been bothering him since he had gotten the call.
“I cannot go into details” The Doctor replied, “I don’t know how you do things in America, but medical privacy is something we take seriously.”
Ed might have pointed out how was more of an aspirational idea in Ireland instead of reality. Anyone who knew what had happened in this country over the last few decades knew that. Of course, this Doctor could easily be taking a strong position because of that history. Ed knew better than to just take the Doctor’s word for it though. When he had been at Ohio State he had mostly majored in partying, but a Psych 101 Class he had taken as an elective had spent a bit of time on an experiment undertaken at Yale University. It was about how a disturbing percentage of people would automatically defer to someone in a position of authority. In that case it had been someone wearing a white lab coat almost exactly like the one that the Doctor was wearing. Would you torture someone? Even kill if ordered to? Depending on the methodology, around a third of people, but upwards two thirds of people would. That had stuck with Ed throughout his training at Quantico and he was reminded of that now.
“Yeah, sure” Ed said as they entered a different ward if you could call it that. It didn’t look like any hospital ward that Ed had ever seen, more like a prison with steel doors and concrete walls.
Opening the slide on one of the doors, the Doctor started cursing under his breath when he looked inside before shouting for help. Ed was left standing there trying to figure out just what was going on.
Breslau, Silesia
“Bas is having trouble fitting his head through doorways” Niko said bitterly to his mother who found that incredibly amusing.
“That won’t last for long” Ilse said as she paused from helping Ingrid with the selection of items in the University Cafeteria. “When life goes back to normal for Sabastian you’ll still be his friend and I figure that he’ll need you to keep him out of trouble.”
“I guess” Niko replied.
It was hard for Niko to imagine Ingrid as a six-year-old. When he had described her to Novak he had realized that he still thought of her as a toddler, which she was clearly not. There was also this business of him keeping Bas out of trouble. At Wahlstatt Institute it had often not worked out that way, quite the opposite. With Niko finding himself trying to get both of them out of trouble after one of Bas’ hairbrained schemes or pranks was poised to bring official retribution down on their heads. There had been more than one occasion where Niko had sweated out the final weeks of the school term as the Headmaster was trying to figure out who had done something, dreading what might happen if Bas bragged to the wrong person.
“It is nice to see you eating better without prompting” Ilse said. This caused Niko to glance at his plate. It was something he had done without thinking, getting fresh vegetables and fruit when he saw that they were available. After two weeks of subsisting on what were essentially survival rations he had just wanted something to eat that wasn’t from a tin or had dates stamped on the packaging revealing that it was older than he was as he had noticed with one of the packages of biscuits. When Niko had started at University he had frequently heard complaints about the food and realized that the other students lacked perspective.
“Better than what I was eating last week” Niko said without elaborating.
“They really had you sitting on a road for the two weeks?” Ilse asked.
That got her a bewildered look from Niko.
“Your grandfather was keeping tabs on you the entire time you were out there” Ilse said, “Not much need for riding a horse here if I had to guess.”
“Zwei?” Ingrid asked.
To Niko’s surprise and a bit of annoyance, his cavalry mount had discovered that his little sister was an easy source of the apple/carrot oat cakes that were used as treats for the horses on his grandfather’s estate. Watching Zwei follow Ingrid around like a puppy was just undignified. That there had already been the large collection of dogs and cats who Ingrid was friends with, the results were often strange to witness. It was part of why Niko’s grandfather had included nearly a full chapter about Ingrid’s antics in his latest book, this one comprised of a lifetime’s worth of stories about the dogs and horses who had been his companions.
4th September 1976
Saint Brenden’s Hospital, Grangegorman, Dublin
The call from the Legate came on Saturday morning telling Ed that there was a major issue with his partner that needed to be sorted out before it became a major diplomatic issue. He couldn’t get the details, but Thorson Greyson had landed in Saint Brenden’s infamous Secure Unit 3A, apparently after a disturbing incident the day before with the details still nebulous. Though Ed had only been in Ireland a few months, he had heard stories about that place and knew that it was nowhere that anyone wanted to end up.
“You can release him into my custody” Ed said as they walked down the hospital corridor. “I can have him on the first flight back to the States this morning.”
“I fear that Mr. Greyson is presently in no state to travel” The Doctor said, “I strongly urge patience in this case.”
This place gave Ed the creeps. It was as if despair was dripping off the walls and he could feel it on his skin. There was also the smell, it was indescribable. Like the hospital smells that people generally disliked anyway, but here it seemed like a thin veneer over decay and dust.
“What exactly happened to land Greyson in here?” Ed asked. It was the question that had been bothering him since he had gotten the call.
“I cannot go into details” The Doctor replied, “I don’t know how you do things in America, but medical privacy is something we take seriously.”
Ed might have pointed out how was more of an aspirational idea in Ireland instead of reality. Anyone who knew what had happened in this country over the last few decades knew that. Of course, this Doctor could easily be taking a strong position because of that history. Ed knew better than to just take the Doctor’s word for it though. When he had been at Ohio State he had mostly majored in partying, but a Psych 101 Class he had taken as an elective had spent a bit of time on an experiment undertaken at Yale University. It was about how a disturbing percentage of people would automatically defer to someone in a position of authority. In that case it had been someone wearing a white lab coat almost exactly like the one that the Doctor was wearing. Would you torture someone? Even kill if ordered to? Depending on the methodology, around a third of people, but upwards two thirds of people would. That had stuck with Ed throughout his training at Quantico and he was reminded of that now.
“Yeah, sure” Ed said as they entered a different ward if you could call it that. It didn’t look like any hospital ward that Ed had ever seen, more like a prison with steel doors and concrete walls.
Opening the slide on one of the doors, the Doctor started cursing under his breath when he looked inside before shouting for help. Ed was left standing there trying to figure out just what was going on.
Breslau, Silesia
“Bas is having trouble fitting his head through doorways” Niko said bitterly to his mother who found that incredibly amusing.
“That won’t last for long” Ilse said as she paused from helping Ingrid with the selection of items in the University Cafeteria. “When life goes back to normal for Sabastian you’ll still be his friend and I figure that he’ll need you to keep him out of trouble.”
“I guess” Niko replied.
It was hard for Niko to imagine Ingrid as a six-year-old. When he had described her to Novak he had realized that he still thought of her as a toddler, which she was clearly not. There was also this business of him keeping Bas out of trouble. At Wahlstatt Institute it had often not worked out that way, quite the opposite. With Niko finding himself trying to get both of them out of trouble after one of Bas’ hairbrained schemes or pranks was poised to bring official retribution down on their heads. There had been more than one occasion where Niko had sweated out the final weeks of the school term as the Headmaster was trying to figure out who had done something, dreading what might happen if Bas bragged to the wrong person.
“It is nice to see you eating better without prompting” Ilse said. This caused Niko to glance at his plate. It was something he had done without thinking, getting fresh vegetables and fruit when he saw that they were available. After two weeks of subsisting on what were essentially survival rations he had just wanted something to eat that wasn’t from a tin or had dates stamped on the packaging revealing that it was older than he was as he had noticed with one of the packages of biscuits. When Niko had started at University he had frequently heard complaints about the food and realized that the other students lacked perspective.
“Better than what I was eating last week” Niko said without elaborating.
“They really had you sitting on a road for the two weeks?” Ilse asked.
That got her a bewildered look from Niko.
“Your grandfather was keeping tabs on you the entire time you were out there” Ilse said, “Not much need for riding a horse here if I had to guess.”
“Zwei?” Ingrid asked.
To Niko’s surprise and a bit of annoyance, his cavalry mount had discovered that his little sister was an easy source of the apple/carrot oat cakes that were used as treats for the horses on his grandfather’s estate. Watching Zwei follow Ingrid around like a puppy was just undignified. That there had already been the large collection of dogs and cats who Ingrid was friends with, the results were often strange to witness. It was part of why Niko’s grandfather had included nearly a full chapter about Ingrid’s antics in his latest book, this one comprised of a lifetime’s worth of stories about the dogs and horses who had been his companions.
There are a lot of long memories involved here, but I sincerely believe that the BND had nothing to do with this, this is strictly something coming from the "Sisterhood".
FBI Special Agent Greyson should have diplomatic immunity, but he is in a gray area where he is not being held on criminal charges but being held on a medical hold "for his own safety and welfare".
Look for Jack Kennedy to broker any deal that will be off the books.
The latest book by the Red Baron should be a best seller, and I have no doubt that it was Ilse who prompted him to write the book in order to keep his mind sharp and engaged.
Marie should stop worrying about finding a path for herself, instead she should embrace the fact that she can do about anything she wants to do and just go with it.
If she wants to act for a little while, then just go ahead until something else comes along that interests her.
FBI Special Agent Greyson should have diplomatic immunity, but he is in a gray area where he is not being held on criminal charges but being held on a medical hold "for his own safety and welfare".
Look for Jack Kennedy to broker any deal that will be off the books.
The latest book by the Red Baron should be a best seller, and I have no doubt that it was Ilse who prompted him to write the book in order to keep his mind sharp and engaged.
Marie should stop worrying about finding a path for herself, instead she should embrace the fact that she can do about anything she wants to do and just go with it.
If she wants to act for a little while, then just go ahead until something else comes along that interests her.
There is a family story involving my paternal Grandfather and the IRA, (relavent to this story, even if only tangentially).
For reasons that are lost in time, my Granddad was declared outlaw by the IRA in the early 20's. He lived in England by that point so it was left at that.
When his Grandfather died in Ireland, he put a request in, via a local priest in Liverpool, to be allowed back for the funeral.
Word came back he would be allowed back for the funeral and nothing else so he bought tickets for the ferry.
The story goes that as the boat tied up in Dublin he was called to the bridge by the Captain where he was met by two, (presumably), IRA men, he was escorted off the boat, past, (not through), customs, taken to the funeral, once the service ended, he was escorted back to the docks and put on the next boat back to England, (not even the one he was booked on). He wasn't even allowed to stay for the wake.
Based on this, (which while it may have been embellished over the years, I have no reason to believe isn't true. Mostly), I would be unsurprised to find that word got to the Boyos in Belfast, that Greyson had messed with a girl he shouldn't have, where he was picked up by certain gentleman, transported securely to the asylum, where paperwork magically appeared, while he was put in a cell and hanged.
OTL, the IRA did not fuck around. There's no reason to believe they would ITTL either.
Ed may have someone sidle up to him in a pub and quietly commiserate over his former partner's death, and suggest that he doesn't look any further into it, as no good will come from such enquiries. They'll be calm, not threatening, and if Ed is smart, (which he seems to be), he'll drop it after getting and sending on the Tax rebate that Anne is due and passing it on as required.
For reasons that are lost in time, my Granddad was declared outlaw by the IRA in the early 20's. He lived in England by that point so it was left at that.
When his Grandfather died in Ireland, he put a request in, via a local priest in Liverpool, to be allowed back for the funeral.
Word came back he would be allowed back for the funeral and nothing else so he bought tickets for the ferry.
The story goes that as the boat tied up in Dublin he was called to the bridge by the Captain where he was met by two, (presumably), IRA men, he was escorted off the boat, past, (not through), customs, taken to the funeral, once the service ended, he was escorted back to the docks and put on the next boat back to England, (not even the one he was booked on). He wasn't even allowed to stay for the wake.
Based on this, (which while it may have been embellished over the years, I have no reason to believe isn't true. Mostly), I would be unsurprised to find that word got to the Boyos in Belfast, that Greyson had messed with a girl he shouldn't have, where he was picked up by certain gentleman, transported securely to the asylum, where paperwork magically appeared, while he was put in a cell and hanged.
OTL, the IRA did not fuck around. There's no reason to believe they would ITTL either.
Ed may have someone sidle up to him in a pub and quietly commiserate over his former partner's death, and suggest that he doesn't look any further into it, as no good will come from such enquiries. They'll be calm, not threatening, and if Ed is smart, (which he seems to be), he'll drop it after getting and sending on the Tax rebate that Anne is due and passing it on as required.
The IRA had nothing to do with this as Margaret Anne Morgan has a Welsh father and her mother’s family came from County Antrìm which is part of Ulster.
The Orange Order could had something to do with this, and they had done business with Jack Kennedy before, but it is unlikely that this is the case.
The nastiness of what is happening to Special Agent Greyson is a trademark of The Sisterhood.
The Orange Order could had something to do with this, and they had done business with Jack Kennedy before, but it is unlikely that this is the case.
The nastiness of what is happening to Special Agent Greyson is a trademark of The Sisterhood.
This. There are several strong possibilities at work here:
1) An American cop threatened a good, working-class Irish lass in front of witnesses. The other American cop, of Irish extraction, did not. This was done without the knowledge of the local Garda. The aforementioned Boyos in Belfast took umbrage and made the arrangements outlined above.
2) An American cop threatened a nice German lass, who was pretending to be a good, working-class Irish lass, in front of witnesses. The other American cop, of Irish extraction, did not. This was done without the knowledge of the local Garda. The aforementioned Boyos in Belfast, being fully aware of exactly who Anne really is, decided to do a totally unasked for favour for one Jack Kennedy and his other employer, the Tigress of Pankau, because both have done the people of Ireland significant solids in days gone by. There was also the perceived insult to one of Belfast's own to be taken into account, as the locals believe Anne to be the good, working-class Irish lass that she appears to be. The community will expect umbrage to be taken. Thus there were talks with their associates in Dublin, who agreed with Belfast's position, resulting in the arrangements outlined above.
3 & 4) As per 1 & 2 respectively, but involving the UVF instead of the IRA.
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If he's dead expect the Offences Against The State Act to come into existence and a serious crackdown as it will be found that a paramilitary force murdered a foreign police officer during his course of duty.
At 50 years since a "total" victory what is left of the 'Ra should have long been broken by the State and this sort of action would be the sort of thing that has capital R repercussions. If there is a corpse involved.
If it's from the Orange side, expect riots in Belfast and Derry. But without MI5 to hold their hands through it don't expect anything more serious than that at whatever crackdown happens from Dublin.
If it's the Germans, and it is found to be the Germans, expect unofficial notes of protest from whoever is in the Taoiseach's chair at the moment.
At 50 years since a "total" victory what is left of the 'Ra should have long been broken by the State and this sort of action would be the sort of thing that has capital R repercussions. If there is a corpse involved.
If it's from the Orange side, expect riots in Belfast and Derry. But without MI5 to hold their hands through it don't expect anything more serious than that at whatever crackdown happens from Dublin.
If it's the Germans, and it is found to be the Germans, expect unofficial notes of protest from whoever is in the Taoiseach's chair at the moment.
This is all the Sisterhood’s handiwork, and they did in such a way that look like it was all Greyson’s fault and it won’t be connected in anyway back to either Tatiana von Mischner-Blackwood or Margaret Anne Morgan.
Asia was picked up by the FBI in April 1957, and it has never been forgotten by The Sisterhood, and now they got their opportunity for some sweet, sweet, payback.
Asia was picked up by the FBI in April 1957, and it has never been forgotten by The Sisterhood, and now they got their opportunity for some sweet, sweet, payback.
Part 143, Chapter 2581
Chapter Two Thousand Five Hundred Eighty-One
8th September 1976
Belfast, Ireland
Ed didn’t buy the story that the preliminary investigation had settled on. That Thorson Greyson had suffered some sort of psychiatric break and had landed in Saint Brenden’s. The next morning Greyson had been found dead having hung himself with a pair of shoelaces that he had been left with as the result of negligence by the overstretched staff of that hospital. Everything was cut and dry with nothing else to see. Ed didn’t trust that, not for a second. People were messy. They left paper trails, bragged, got lonely or homesick. It was what made the job of the FBI far easier. People could change their appearance, move to distant places, but they found circles of friends, family, and old habits far more difficult to make a break from. Normally if someone was going to kill themselves they telegraphed it in a thousand different ways and Greyson didn’t have a history of mental illness. Something had happened and it felt to Ed like if the Bureau was trying to bury the matter and he wasn’t inclined to wait for the post-mortem by the Medical Examiner since Greyson’s body had been sent home. The results of the autopsy would probably take several days to come back.
That was why Ed was back in Belfast watching the building where he had talked with Anne Morgan a couple weeks earlier. He didn’t feel like taking the risks involved in going into the building alone, so he was waiting in the car for Anne, or whatever her name was, to turn up. Greyson had been convinced that she was at the center of a network of multiple intelligence agencies, politicians, and organized crime syndicates. Not as an active player, but as someone who had inadvertently placed herself in a position where it all revolved around her.
That had sounded unlikely to Ed, and it had been Greyson’s theories that had caused him to be assigned to the Legate in Dublin in the first place and Ed suspected that it was the reason why their superiors had so quickly excepted the craziness angle. Ed wasn’t so sure. What if Greyson had been onto something? Looking into it to see if there was any substance was the least that Ed could do on a day off.
Looking in the rearview mirror of his car, Ed saw a familiar figure walking up the street. A woman with short dark hair and a slender build, blue jeans and a light jacket which was perfect for a cool early autumn afternoon. Stepping out his car, Ed stepped into her path and instantly saw that while she had nearly identical features, she wasn’t the same woman he had met before.
“Anne Morgan?” Ed asked.
“Yes” She replied, “Do I know you?”
“I guess not” Ed said wondering exactly what was going on here.
“You’re American, right?” The woman, the actual Anne Morgan, Ed realized, asked with a smile. “I’ve always wanted to go there, but never had the time or money.”
She was warm and outgoing while the woman he had met before had been cold and guarded. That perfectly described someone who was studying to become a teacher. There was also the business of her saying that she had never been to the United States.
Britz, Berlin
Sitting in Ziska’s room with Ziska and Gabbi reading fashion magazines, listening to records, and gossiping might have seemed like something that they had outgrown, but for Sophie it was very welcome after so much had happened. They were also plotting how they might spring Nella and Nan from the Winter Residence so that they could see the show that Gabbi’s band was going to play in a few weeks. They were going to be opening for a British band fronted by a daring woman who totally outrageous. Gabbi said she wished she had that much courage. If they asked permission for Nella and Nan to go to the show then they would be inviting a contingent of the First Foot Guard and that would be a massive wet blanket on the whole thing.
“Sepp Deisler and his little brother Dieter told me to tell you hello” Gabbi said to Sophie. With a touch of guilt, Sophie realized that she had not thought about Sepp in ages. She had been completely consumed with training for the Olympics that there had been little time for anything else. Gabbi had been the only one of them to go to Hohenzollern Castle this year. Ziska had gone with her family on the sort of once in a lifetime vacation to the Caroline Islands. Of course, Sepp and Didi would be there, they were exactly who that program had been created to serve.
“Is Sepp doing well?” Sophie asked.
“As well as he ever is” Gabbi replied, “You know how he is, every silver lining is part of a storm cloud. Dieter was accepted into a gymnasium on the recommendation of his school and Doctor Ott. You remember him?”
“I guess that looking for fictional Doctors in the Emergency Department pays off” Sophie said, “Didi has always wanted to be Noah Bauer from that television show, probably still does.”
“Really?” Ziska asked with a disbelieving tone.
“I can think of worse things” Gabbi replied, “He want’s to help people, plus the actor is kind of hot.”
“If you are into men old enough to be your father” Ziska said with a laugh only remember too late that was a sore subject for Sophie and Gabbi.
8th September 1976
Belfast, Ireland
Ed didn’t buy the story that the preliminary investigation had settled on. That Thorson Greyson had suffered some sort of psychiatric break and had landed in Saint Brenden’s. The next morning Greyson had been found dead having hung himself with a pair of shoelaces that he had been left with as the result of negligence by the overstretched staff of that hospital. Everything was cut and dry with nothing else to see. Ed didn’t trust that, not for a second. People were messy. They left paper trails, bragged, got lonely or homesick. It was what made the job of the FBI far easier. People could change their appearance, move to distant places, but they found circles of friends, family, and old habits far more difficult to make a break from. Normally if someone was going to kill themselves they telegraphed it in a thousand different ways and Greyson didn’t have a history of mental illness. Something had happened and it felt to Ed like if the Bureau was trying to bury the matter and he wasn’t inclined to wait for the post-mortem by the Medical Examiner since Greyson’s body had been sent home. The results of the autopsy would probably take several days to come back.
That was why Ed was back in Belfast watching the building where he had talked with Anne Morgan a couple weeks earlier. He didn’t feel like taking the risks involved in going into the building alone, so he was waiting in the car for Anne, or whatever her name was, to turn up. Greyson had been convinced that she was at the center of a network of multiple intelligence agencies, politicians, and organized crime syndicates. Not as an active player, but as someone who had inadvertently placed herself in a position where it all revolved around her.
That had sounded unlikely to Ed, and it had been Greyson’s theories that had caused him to be assigned to the Legate in Dublin in the first place and Ed suspected that it was the reason why their superiors had so quickly excepted the craziness angle. Ed wasn’t so sure. What if Greyson had been onto something? Looking into it to see if there was any substance was the least that Ed could do on a day off.
Looking in the rearview mirror of his car, Ed saw a familiar figure walking up the street. A woman with short dark hair and a slender build, blue jeans and a light jacket which was perfect for a cool early autumn afternoon. Stepping out his car, Ed stepped into her path and instantly saw that while she had nearly identical features, she wasn’t the same woman he had met before.
“Anne Morgan?” Ed asked.
“Yes” She replied, “Do I know you?”
“I guess not” Ed said wondering exactly what was going on here.
“You’re American, right?” The woman, the actual Anne Morgan, Ed realized, asked with a smile. “I’ve always wanted to go there, but never had the time or money.”
She was warm and outgoing while the woman he had met before had been cold and guarded. That perfectly described someone who was studying to become a teacher. There was also the business of her saying that she had never been to the United States.
Britz, Berlin
Sitting in Ziska’s room with Ziska and Gabbi reading fashion magazines, listening to records, and gossiping might have seemed like something that they had outgrown, but for Sophie it was very welcome after so much had happened. They were also plotting how they might spring Nella and Nan from the Winter Residence so that they could see the show that Gabbi’s band was going to play in a few weeks. They were going to be opening for a British band fronted by a daring woman who totally outrageous. Gabbi said she wished she had that much courage. If they asked permission for Nella and Nan to go to the show then they would be inviting a contingent of the First Foot Guard and that would be a massive wet blanket on the whole thing.
“Sepp Deisler and his little brother Dieter told me to tell you hello” Gabbi said to Sophie. With a touch of guilt, Sophie realized that she had not thought about Sepp in ages. She had been completely consumed with training for the Olympics that there had been little time for anything else. Gabbi had been the only one of them to go to Hohenzollern Castle this year. Ziska had gone with her family on the sort of once in a lifetime vacation to the Caroline Islands. Of course, Sepp and Didi would be there, they were exactly who that program had been created to serve.
“Is Sepp doing well?” Sophie asked.
“As well as he ever is” Gabbi replied, “You know how he is, every silver lining is part of a storm cloud. Dieter was accepted into a gymnasium on the recommendation of his school and Doctor Ott. You remember him?”
“I guess that looking for fictional Doctors in the Emergency Department pays off” Sophie said, “Didi has always wanted to be Noah Bauer from that television show, probably still does.”
“Really?” Ziska asked with a disbelieving tone.
“I can think of worse things” Gabbi replied, “He want’s to help people, plus the actor is kind of hot.”
“If you are into men old enough to be your father” Ziska said with a laugh only remember too late that was a sore subject for Sophie and Gabbi.
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I don't think the Germans had anything to do with Greyson's death, although I suspect that they are going to suffer the consequences of the Americans thinking they did. The fact that Greyson had been a little too aggressive in his initial approach to "Anne Morgan" would have indicated to the BII that an opportunity to feed selected information to the FBI had just presented itself. Even if they suspected that "Anne" had been burned, that opportunity would remain because the FBI would want to keep "Anne" in play for as long as possible. Both agencies would have benefited from the intel gathered from the US politicians "Anne" came in contact with, and both would have tried to feed false intel to the other via "Anne", while also trying to discover the identities of other agents involved.
Which is why I think this action was carried out by an interested 3rd party, probably the IRA based on the Boston connection, for their own purposes. Remember that ITTL the IRA is far less of a political organisation than it is a criminal one. Moreover, they are an organisation with close links to the Irish Diaspora in US cities such as Chicago, New York and Boston. This opens up the possibility that Greyson and his theories threatened an IRA operation in Boston that may or may not involve some of the politicians that frequent that bar. Hell, the bar itself could be an IRA front for the purpose of gathering intel beneficial to IRA operations within the USA, and they are far more likely to remove a potential threat than an official government agency.
Which is why I think this action was carried out by an interested 3rd party, probably the IRA based on the Boston connection, for their own purposes. Remember that ITTL the IRA is far less of a political organisation than it is a criminal one. Moreover, they are an organisation with close links to the Irish Diaspora in US cities such as Chicago, New York and Boston. This opens up the possibility that Greyson and his theories threatened an IRA operation in Boston that may or may not involve some of the politicians that frequent that bar. Hell, the bar itself could be an IRA front for the purpose of gathering intel beneficial to IRA operations within the USA, and they are far more likely to remove a potential threat than an official government agency.
I think who has killed Greyson is related to the organized crime, being Irish or German.
Coming from the left field, but has anyone thought that maybe the hit originated from the other side of the Atlantic... like the Boston Mob or someone who fears the information that Grayson could potentialy unearth?