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So folks on to Chapter VIII, the final confrontation draws near
Chapter VIII:
Heidelberg: The next morning, Breakfast lounge Hotel Vier-Jahreszeiten
Anna and Kate were already having breakfast, when Christine entered the lounge. Her friends exchanged a look and grinned, they had not seen Chris that relaxed for a while.
“Good morningâ€, Christine said smiling and sat down.
“Ah someone is in good spirits†– Anna grinned wickedly.
“Yes I amâ€, Christine confirmed,
“How was your hog tie contestâ€, Anna? She asked evenly.
To her credit Anna blushed a little. “Well if you must know it, I lost!â€
“Poor Babyâ€, Christine cooed mockingly.
“How was your evening?†Anna changed the subject. “Absolutely fine!†Christine answered cheerily. Obviously she intended not to divulge any details.
Kate asked: So, what is our plan for today, till our Appointment with Stromberg?†Christine thought for a moment. “We will do a little shopping, a little sightseeing and then prepare for our meeting with Stromberg. Robert will meet us at the Hotel at 1600 Hours, so we will have plenty of time to take a look around before we meet with Stromberg.
Anna looked thoughtful at her friends for a moment: “Any ideas why Stromberg insisted on Robert's Presence? There must be a reason.â€
Kate shrugged: “I'm at a loss there. You Christine?â€
Christine considered the question and replied then: “I have the feeling that this might have something to do with Robert being a Corps Student too, but that is just a feeling. I think we will have to wait and be prepared for anything. There is nothing more we can do.â€
“Let us have breakfast now, I'm starving†Christine said, reviewing the menu.
“That must have been a night to rememberâ€, Anna grinned wickedly.
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“May be, may be not – Annaâ€, came the short reply.
Hotel Europäischer Hof around the same time:
The Dark Lady was in a bad mood. Not only that the scar at her neck itched terribly, her professional pride had been hurt. The three detectives had her outsmarted pretty easily. She did not know how they had managed it to break into her suite and spring an Ambush.
Much more uncomfortable than the scar and her pride was the thought that she was now in Christine von der Marwitz´ debt. That was inconvenient at the least. At that moment in her suite she really had thought that the Pianist would behead her.
That she didn't was of no consolation. One thing was that she would not have thought the Artist being capable. The Dark Lady chided herself for she had obviously made a serious error of professional judgement.
Grudgingly she had called her employer yesterday and informed him of what had happened. To say that he had not been pleased was the understatement of the century. The Dark Lady had assured him that she would fulfil the mission one way or another and von Winterfeldt had grudgingly accepted her explanation that mission integrity was not compromised and that all objectives were still well within reach.
What she not had told him was that in her opinion, he had made a serious error in underestimating Christine von der Marwitz and her friends.
The Dark Lady was convinced that von Winterfeldt saw Christine von der Marwitz primarily as the great Artist she undoubtedly was, but that she was also a Professional in her other line of work. And Sarah McKenzie had to admit that von der Marwitz´ skill with the blade was extraordinary to put it mildly and a nasty surprise too.
Nevertheless she would proceed with the plan. She would lie in wait at Stromberg´s Villa and wait for the Detectives to show up. They would achieve nothing. She was pretty sure that Charlotte von Gräfenstein had delivered her message. When the detectives had left she would visit Stromberg. Another direct confrontation with von der Marwitz would be unwise at this stage, since she had lost the tactical and strategical initiative.
If Stromberg would not take heed of her warning, well then? Then she would resort to Plan B.
But that remained to be seen.
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Villa Stromberg, Schloss-Wolfbrunnen-Weg around 1000 Hours:
Charlotte von Gräfenstein had had a bad night. After she had woken up from her drug induced slumber and regained her senses she had returned to the Villa and delivered the message of the Dark Lady.
To her surprise her Boss had reacted calm and collected, he had been concerned about her well-being and more or less ordered her to go to bed early.
It was as if he already had known what she had to tell him and that he already had made a decision.
The anxiety of the days before had vanished.
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Villa Stromberg, Schloss-Wolfbrunnen-Weg around 1600 Hours:
Christine, Kate, Anna and Robert sat in their black SUV and surveyed the entrance of Villa Stromberg. A high wall encircled the estate and in its centre stood the Villa. The Term “Villa†did not do the place justice, Christine thought, far from it.
Situated inside a park with many old trees, the Stromberg-Villa resembled more a smaller Version of the Krupp-Estate Villa Hügel in Essen, itself more a Chateau than a “Villaâ€.

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For the occasion the Girls had all dressed in black. So far nothing out of the ordinary had happened. There were two armed security men standing guard at the entrance gate. Cameras could be seen on the wall. But it was a certain assumption, that many more Cameras and other security systems were hidden out of sight.
The Villa Stromberg resembled very much a Castle under siege Kate thought. The detectives had chosen a place from which they had a perfect view on the Entrance of the Villa. Time passed slowly. Robert could not hide his anxiety. “What is the plan, when we meet Stromberg?â€
“Have a little chat among old friendsâ€, Anna said cheerily.
Suddenly much more serious she added: “We will try to persuade him to give the Score of the Dufay-Mass back to Oskar Weinstein's heirs and share with us, what he knows about von Winterfeldt.â€
“It is a safe assumption that the relationship between von Winterfeldt and Stromberg is not as cordial as it has beenâ€, Christine explained. “So there might be chance to persuade him to cooperate with us.â€
“I don´t think it will be that simpleâ€, Kate said. “What makes me a little nervous is the fact that he insisted on your presence Robert. There must be a reason. We will have to be very careful.â€
Time passed slowly. Nothing happened.
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90 Minutes later:
Christine checked her watch. “It is timeâ€, she said simply. They left the Car and made their way to the entrance gate of the Villa, Christine in the middle, Kate at her left Anna and Robert to her right, calmly but determined without any obvious haste.
Two meters before the gate, they halted. The two guards looked at them, relaxed, but at alert. Christine spoke to them: “I'm Christine von der Marwitz, this is Grand Duchess Anna Romanova, Captain Kate Beckett with the NYPD and Robert von Hardenberg, we have an appointment at 1800 hours with Herr Stromberg.
One of the guards spoke into his radio quietly. He listened to the voice at the other end then nodded: “You may enter, Mister Stromberg is expecting you. Follow the way up to the entrance. Do not leave the paved pathway. We cannot guarantee for your safety if you leave it.â€
“No problem. We understand and will follow your instructions to the letter.†Christine responded politely but firm, holding the gaze of the guard for a moment. The Gates swung wide open and they passed the guards. The Gates closed behind them.
“That went remarkably well.†Robert said relieved.
“That was the easy partâ€, Anna shrugged. “The game begins when we enter the Villa. We do not know, what will await us there.†‎
They followed the way upwards the hill, which led in slight curve upwards, along the well-lit path.
“What did he mean, when he cautioned us, not to leave the paved way?†Robert mused.
“That is simpleâ€, Kate explained. “I would say there are some nasty obstacles for any intruder. Booby traps, automatic guns and such. This Villa is secured like Fort Knox.â€
They walked in silence. All senses at high alert. It was a warm September evening. Not dark yet, but it became darker by the minute. Christine and her friends had discussed about arms. In the end they had opted for Sig Sauer´s P 320 and Christine carried her Katana and the wakizashi across her back. Robert had declined to carry a weapon.
After ten minutes they reached the imposing entrance of the Villa Stromberg, to the left and the right stood two additional guards.
When Christine and her friends reached them the left guard spoke into his microphone. They stood across each other in silence. Then the large Door swung wide open. In the doorway Charlotte von Gräfenstein stood. Clad in a black power suit with matching high heels. "She looks calm." Christine thought. "But that is only the surface. Something has clearly changed since yesterday.â€
Charlotte von Gräfenstein made an inviting gesture. "Please come in, Mr. Stromberg awaits you.†and turned on her heels. Christine and her friends followed and the Doors closed behind them.
They had entered a large hall way, at least 20 Meters long, 5 or 6 Meter high at least, Anna guessed. Charlotte von Gräfenstein´s heels clicked loudly on the black marble floor. The walls were covered in black ebony the coffered ceiling was made of the same material.
“Spookyâ€, Kate muttered under her breath.
“Reminds me of Bram Stoker´s Draculaâ€, Anna whispered.
Christine gave them a look and they fell silent, as they reached the large wooden doors.
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Charlotte von Gräfenstein knocked three times, not very loud, but firm. “Enterâ€, a clear commanding voice answered. Their chaperone opened the door and they followed her in a large room, in the centre stood a large wooden desk. At the other end in front of a window, turning his back to them stood a tall man, broad shoulders silver grey hair.
“Herr Stromberg, may I introduce Herr Robert von Hardenberg, Frau Christine von der Marwitz, the Grand Duchess Anna Romanova and Captain Kate Becket with the NYPD?â€
The man turned around and Christine saw a clear cut face, piercing grey eyes which regarded them sharply and a slight smile curling around his lips, which did not reach his eyes though. "This is a man of quiet power. One who commands all he surveys and is comfortable with it." Kate thought, but there was more.
After a moment of silence Stromberg spoke, a well-articulated sonorous baritone. “Welcome Robert! It is so good to see you, it has been a while.“
He turned to Christine and her friends. Charlotte Gräfenstein had melted into the background. “Your fame precedes you Frau von der Marwitz, as does that of your Companions, Grand Duchess Romanova and the famous Captain Beckett. But I am forgetting my manners." Charlotte would you bring us the Wine, if you please?