Chapter Two Thousand Six Hundred Fifty-Five
23rd January 1978
Rural Silesia
Christian Weise had told his superiors that Einar Tann was a wizard with a radio in order to get him assigned to the Artillery Battery. Unfortunately, that had some rather unfortunate consequences because Christian had a bit too good of a job talking up Einar. Just minutes earlier, 15-centimeter shells had churned up the landscape a few hundred meters away. The goal had been to keep the dispersion low, and the Battery had mostly managed to do that.
“You don’t hear it coming Sir, but you certainly know when it arrives” Einar said nervously to Manfred von Richthofen. The König didn’t really respond, he just handed his binoculars back to an aide before giving Einar a slight nod. That was plenty of notice as far as Einar was concerned.
Einar had heard the African expression about how when elephants fight, it is the grass that suffers. The men who had accompanied him today certainly counted as elephants as far as these things go. Manfred von Richthofen, König of Silesia, and the grandfather of Christian’s wife Katherine, accompanied by the Marshal of Silesia, Tilo Schultz. The men who surrounded them were all Brass of one sort or another and as an Oberfeldwebel, Einar understood all too well how easy it would be to paint himself into a corner with such a crowd. Richthofen and Schultz might have been careerists in the Luftwaffe and Marine Infantry respectively, but they had a reputation of giving a bit of latitude to the Soldaten. Einar wasn’t sure about the others. He had already gotten a second chance though his friendship with Christian, one he intended not to jeopardize. Presently, he was explaining how the radio with the built in encoder worked and how in his capacity as a Forward Artillery Observer, he could call down 15-centimeter shells from over the horizon with surprising accuracy for weapons that were not known for finesse.
When Christian had recommended him for this job, it had brought back uncomfortable memories. The crash of the shells as they hit the ground and the sound that made as they sliced through the air that you only heard after they had passed. Einar had been there when Manny von Mischner had called down an artillery strike on their own position when they had been being overrun by the Chilean Army. That had almost worked, but they had briefly been captured by the Chileans anyway. Einar might have been able to live with that, but the idiotic conscript who had insisted that he leave the hole he had been sheltering in had shot him in a case of nerves. He remembered the horrified look on that boy’s face when he realized what he had done. That was small comfort for Einar when it had taken more than a year to recover. For better or worse, Einar had needed to get over all of that in a hurry.
Montreal, Canada
The Barista smiled when Marie Alexandra paid for a cup of coffee and mumbled the words “Thank you.”
Going straight back to her table, Marie gave an exasperated sigh as she looked at the pile of dry material that was a mere fraction of what she would need to get through by the end of the Spring Term. Books, notes from lectures and her own research. While she was set to graduate with the rest of her class in May, there was a staggering amount of work needing to be done between now and then. She had also seen the multitude of devious ways her Professors used to catch students who attempted to sidestep the process, the old line about how you have no idea what was going to be on the test until it got asked certainly applied. So you either knew the subject or you didn’t, and there were no shortcuts. There were days when she worried that she was going to wear out the keyboard of the personal computer that had been a gift from her mother last year because she had needed to type out papers that ran into the tens of thousands of words and others where if she had to look at one more word printed on a page she would lose her mind…
“Can I sit here?” A voice asked. Marie noticed the accent, Metropolitan French. Much to her annoyance.
Marie looked up and saw a man with an easy grin and a wool hat that he was wearing at a jaunty angle. She had seen the same man a few too many times over the last couple months in several different locations. That meant that his presence wasn’t a coincidence. Marie had known two distinct types of spies who had followed her around over the last few years. The most common were those who were basically faceless bureaucrats tasked with merely watching. Then there was the other kind, those who seemed to think that she would just swoon if they presented themselves with a sort of devil-may-care attitude and brash demeanor that was as fake as this man’s smile. For her it was plain to see that his grin did not extend to his eyes.
“I would prefer that you didn’t” Marie replied as the man sat down there anyway. “As you can see, I’ve a lot to do.”
The man looked at the spines of the books that Marie had stacked on the table. “I can see that” He said, “John Calvin and Thomas Hobbes? Those are not two names I would expect to see together.”
“That not your concern” Marie replied, glaring at the man.
“How rude of me not to introduce myself” The man said, “Thomas Lachapelle, of course, you are the beautiful Marie Alexandra Prinzessin von Mischner-Blackwood zu Berlin.”
He then held out his hand, which Marie just stared at.
“What are you doing here?” Marie demanded.
“I won’t insult your intelligence by lying to you” Thomas replied, “I think you already know who I am.”
“I know perfectly well what you are” Marie replied, Thomas just smiled. “Isn’t this exceeding your orders or something? Won’t you get in trouble.”
“My employer gives me rather wide latitude in how I approach matters like this one” Thomas said, “After you eluded my team in this city’s Chinatown a few days ago I figured more direct action was necessary.”
Funny how actually knowing Chinese had helped her vanish in that particular instance, Marie thought to herself. Thomas had also just accidentally revealed who he worked for. She had doubled back and had eavesdropped on some of his team discovering they were French DGSE.
“Just what were you expecting to come of this?” Marie asked, “Bothering me in public.”
Thomas just shrugged, “You never know” He replied.
“You are not my type” Marie stated flatly.
Before Thomas could respond to that, the Barista placed Marie’s coffee on the table. Again she smiled when Marie thanked her before her expression hardened when she saw Thomas as she went back behind the counter.
“I might not be your type” Thomas said with a nod towards the Barista, “But I suspect that you are probably hers.”
That was not what Marie was expecting to hear and she could feel her cheeks burning as she tried to look back to the book she had been reading. Only for Thomas to find her reaction amusing.