From the Files of Art Inc.: The Heidelberg Affair, Epilogue II (23.05.25) FFF/FFFF

[Beaumains]

I liked this chapter a lot. Despite being Christine, Christine is attacked from all sides and has to react to that. I like that her opponent attacks on more than one front.

[Caesar73]

I liked this chapter a lot. Despite being Christine, Christine is attacked from all sides and has to react to that. I like that her opponent attacks on more than one front.

Thank you so much. Yes, Chris opponents keep her on her Toes. And there are personal matters in play. She is emotionally compromised, she has to deal with health issues - we will learn about that in the next Chapters.

@Windrunner @algebrauk @wolfman @slackywacky @Nainur @LunaDog

Thank you all for your glowing Praise and support - it is highly appreciated. I am glad, I managed so far, to keep all Threads together

What is to expect in the remaining three Chapters and the Epilogue?

Chapter 12: Operation Tartarus, Part 2: The Enemy attacks. Natalie is in Trouble
Chapter 13: Showdown at von Treskow´s Villa. Chris confronts von Winterfeldt
Chapter 14: Recovery
Epilogue: Two Parts actually: "Panem and Circenses" and "Dona eis Requiem"

[Caesar73]

There might be slight delay regarding Chapter 12 - I simply had to write the Epilogue first, I had to!

[GreyLord]

Greetings, @Caesar73; I have finished Chapter 4. Fascinating reading. There seems to be a bit of discussion over your use of hogties. You shouldn't be too concerned about that. The hogtie can be performed quickly and leaves the victim with very options if done correctly. I might join in wishing for more variety in the dress code. All of that is essentially irrelevant compared the the excellence of the story, the setting, and the insight you give us into the characters. Kudo!

[Caesar73]

Greetings, @Caesar73; I have finished Chapter 4. Fascinating reading. There seems to be a bit of discussion over your use of hogties. You shouldn't be too concerned about that. The hogtie can be performed quickly and leaves the victim with very options if done correctly. I might join in wishing for more variety in the dress code. All of that is essentially irrelevant compared the the excellence of the story, the setting, and the insight you give us into the characters. Kudo!

First of all dear Friend, I am glad you were able to read the first four Chapters of this Tale. The Dress Code .... I think about it, but we all do have our Preferences and the Ladies their Style. Developing the Characters, showing different Sides of them - I enjoy very much. You will see, when you read the further Chapters.

[Caesar73]

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Dear Friends and Followers,

you can expect Chapter 12 of "The Heidelberg Affair" on Wednesday. Be assured, it will be quite ride.

[algebrauk]

That's a long two days... but if @Caesar73 says it's "quite the ride" then for everyone else it's going to be a barn burning block busting roller coaster!

[Caesar73]

@GreyLord @Bandit666 @banshee @Beaumains @Bigballgag1 @Trammel @wolfman @mrjones2009 @slackywacky @Nainur @TightsBound @Pantyhose971 @TayDay95 @NotSeen @Fandango @LunaDog @Argentum @h6hlh6h @algebrauk @RopeBunny @RopeBunny @Jenny_S

That's a long two days... but if @Caesar73 says it's "quite the ride" then for everyone else it's going to be a barn burning block busting roller coaster!

The Files of Art. Inc.:



The Heidelberg Affair - Troubles of the Past


Chapter 12:


“Tartarus”


Part Two

Heidelberg: The Schwalbennest – early Evening



Sophie´s Suite:


Sophie gazes out of the Window. From there she has an excellent View into the Neckar Valley. In the Distance, she can spot the River. Darkness is setting in. They all know the Enemy´s Attack will commence under the Cover of Darkness. They are already out there:

A Drone had flown over the Estate several Times. Yet Sybil was totally unconcerned. The Lawyer suspected the IT Geek had one or two Aces up her Sleeve. During the final Briefing Chris, Sarah, and Sybil exchanged a look when they discussed the Enemy's possible Strategy and Tactics.

Sophie´s Trust in them was total.

In a lacy black Bra and Panties, she stepped before the large Mirror: Her Body still bore the gruesome Markings of her Ordeal in von Treskow´s Dungeons. The many Haematomata had begun to change Colour and faded already, thanks to Chris: She had massaged her with the magic Balm several more times.

This Morning the Lawyer had exercised – “I have definitely moved more gracefully than today” She smiled “You are sure, you want to do this?” Chris had taken her aside after the final Briefing and looked intently at her.

Not unfriendly but with that searing intensity Sophie knew so well by now – she felt as if the Pianist saw at the bottom of her soul. Like an Eagle would, flying high over a crystal-clear Mountain Lake in the Alpes seeing to its sandy bottom. Spotting the large Trout … and diving down for it with unerring Precision.

“I am” Sophie confirmed calmly. Calmly and firm. For a long time – at least it seemed like an eternity – Chris just looked at her. Then she nodded and a warm smile like a Sunray curled her Lips “Come” she said simply and opened her Arms – and embraced Sophie tightly. The Lawyer smelled the Scent of Chris´ perfume “The Omniscient Mr. Thompson” by Penhaligon: Strong Wood, Leather, Vanilla, and Sesame Milk.

Sophie was surprised. That Move caught her by Surprise. The Blonde seldom displayed her feelings that openly. Chris broke the Hug and stepped back “Take care of yourself, we will see later!” The Pianist had turned and left – Sophie looked long after her.

Carefully she began to don her Combat Dress, the Body Armour. Now and then she felt a twinge of Pain – but all in all, she felt good. A cool smile curled her Lips “Carl, you would be surprised if you could see me right now. I won´t tell you that ever, but on a certain level I am grateful you abducted me and had my Father-in-Law killed- without you, I wouldn´t be here!”

“Evie and I would not have met! A coy smile curled her Lips. Sophie had visited Evie in London two Weeks ago. By Accident, they had met Sieglinde and Brunhild. Sophie was sure it had been no Chance Meeting …. The Evening they spent at Sieglinde´s Apartment? It was interesting.

Who is Sieglinde? Read the Hunt for the Weinstein Collection!

She eyed her mirror image a final Time. The Lawyer turned on her Heels and grabbed her full Vizor Helmet, and her Heckler & Koch HK416 Assault Rifle. Instead of a Combat Knife, she would use the centuries-old Tanto Chris had presented her with.

Sophie stepped out of her Room, closed the Door, and walked down the Corridor with long purposeful Strides.

Yes, Carl von Winterfeldt would have been surprised – and maybe even pleased: He had recognized Sophie´s Potential first after all.


The Library, around the same Time:


“Have you seen our revered Leader?” Anna grinned at Ragna. The Russian adjusted her Gear. Above her Shoulder, she carried her Sniper Rifle: A Russian Model, the Icelandress noticed: The OSV 96 fired 12,7 mm * 108 mm Rounds. The Blonde smiled: She knew that Anna had still good contacts with Russia, despite the currently frosty Relationships between Russia and the West:

Vasily, a former Spetznaz Soldier, an old Friend the Violinist had told the Icelandress – and smiled coyly. Ragna knew that Smile …. There had been something between the Elite Soldier and Anna. The Curator of the Romanov Foundation, Anastasia Organossova had told her a Story:

“Nervously Anastasia shifted from foot to foot and rubbed her gloved hands to get some warmth in them. Vasyli´s men had secured a perimeter around the private jet, which was ready to take off. Minutes ago, the young historian was sure to have heard some grumbling noise in the distance.

Where was Anna, was she alright? “Anna will get through, Romanova always does” she heard Vasyli´s deep voice. And it calmed her. The former soldier was entirely calm and collected. Now Anastasia believed what Anna had told her about her friend “he keeps his cool even in the thickest of melees, there is no better friend in a tight spot”

“They are coming!” one of Vasyli´s men shouted and pointed east: In the distance Anastasia could make out the lights of an incoming car, driving at high speed. With screeching tires, it came to a halt. The driver´s door opened, and Anna got out, her face covered by camo colour.

Her eyes were bright. From the trunk, she retrieved her gear. “Get her gear and bring it on board” Vasyli ordered. The Operative saluted crisply and went to Anna. The Russian thanked him and walked to the passenger side. She opened the door and bowed inside. Then she helped a woman outside. That Woman was Chris. Restrained, shackled – blindfolded and gagged.”

To learn more read:

Anna Romanova and the Cross of Romanov


“No, I haven´t seen Chris” Ragna shrugged. Anna frowned. That was unusual. As a rule, the Blonde was as punctual as the proverbial Swiss Clockwork. Her being late rarely happened, especially before a Battle “You look concerned” the herculean Icelandress stated “The last Days must have been stressful – and she is not entirely healed” Anna said thoughtfully “Even if she will not admit that”

Resolutely she turned on her Heels “I will see after her”

“No, she would not,” Ragna said aloud, looking after Anna. But the Russian was already gone.

Upstairs the dark-haired Russian knocked firmly at Chris´ Door “Chris?” Anna listened. No response. The Russian knocked a second Time. Still no answer. Decisively she pressed down the Handle and crossed the Threshold. The Room was dimly lit. The large bed was empty. Anna looked at the Floor: In front of the large Mirror Chris laid on the Floor, curled together like an Embryo. Spasms shook her Body.

Her Face was pale. She sweated. She moaned. Anna closed the Distance with two long Strides and knelt “Chris!” Slowly the clouded green Eyes focused on her. The classical Features were a Grimace of Pain “Where is your Medicine?” Anna pressed her Friend “Tell me!” “Second drawer on the left. The Bathroom” Chris squeezed out between clenched Teeth.

“Hold fast Chris! I will be back soon” Anna hurried into the Bathroom, scanned the Room. There! The second drawer … she ripped it open. She skimmed through its Contents. And there was it: A small ebony Box with gilded Hieroglyphs on it:

Anna opened it: 16 small Phials. Sealed. Filled with a thick brownish Liquid. The Violinist grabbed one and hurried back into the Bedroom. Anna knelt, broke the Seal, uncorked the Phial, and pressed it between Chris´ lips “Swallow, Chris! Swallow!” The Blonde´s best Friend pressed her.

Chris seemed to realize what Anna wanted her to do. She swallowed. The thick brownish Potion made her cough, but she swallowed. The Russian looked intently at Chris. The Potion did its work almost instantaneously: The Blonde´s Features relaxed, her Breathing got easier, and her Eyes focused and fixated Anna “Thank you” the Blonde whispered, “It came out of the Blue …it always does”

Anna raised her Hand. “You don´t need to apologize, Chris, for anything!” Now Chris smiled a bit sheepishly. “Come, get up!” The Russian grabbed the Pianist´s left Hand. With surprising Strength, she pulled the Blonde to her feet.

Chris stood. Pulled herself together. Her Features were clear now—as if nothing had happened. “Come, Anna, we have a Battle to fight!” The Blonde went to the elegant white Sideboard, retrieved her two Katanas, turned – and stopped in her tracks:

Anna had folded her Arms under her Chest, blocking Chris's way. “Stop Chris!” The Russian said sternly. You don´t have to play the Hero. Just tell me one thing. “Are you really up for this? Are you ready for this Fight? It would be no Weakness if you stayed back. Sarah would be perfectly up to the Job.”

Something crossed Chris´ face, and Anna was not sure what it was. Anger? Shame? Pain?

The Pianist pressed her lips together. A fine thin Line. Jaws set. The Russian knew her best Friend well enough to know that Chris was fighting a battle right now. The Violinist waited. Finally, Chris spoke calmly and controlled: “I am fit to lead the Charge.” Anna said nothing but stared at the Blonde. “I would tell you if I wouldn´t,” Chris added, not breaking Eye Contact. The Russian still said nothing. She looked sternly at her Friend: “You would?”

The Blonde sighed, but suddenly she smiled “You got me, I probably wouldn´t. I have to go out there. I have to fight this Battle. I never would give Carl the Satisfaction to back down. Never!” Anna opened her Mouth. Chris raised her Hand “I learned a lot in the last Weeks. It was difficult. It was difficult to accept that these Pain Attacks could happen, that I am not in control.” The Blonde paused “It still is difficult.”

Anna looked at her but still said nothing “I know now their Effects and how they affect me.” The Blonde continued and the Russian sensed this was not easy for her Friend to admit “This one was harmless. There have been other ones. Really bad ones. But less and less frequently.”

“So, this was not bad? It did look pretty bad to me!” Anna´s incredulity showed “This was not bad, you say?” She pointed to the Floor. Where Chris had just lay, curled together, shook by Spasms of great Pain.

“No. It was not.” Chris said calmly.

The two Friends looked at each other – and Anna knew how difficult it had been for Chris to admit that Weakness “Right then” she smiled warmly “Come revered Leader, we have a Battle to fight!”

“Ready when you are!” Chris smiled and Warmth flooded her Boody as she followed Anna “Carl, you will regret this day!” Now her smile wasn´t warm and kind anymore.

It was the Smile of a Lioness ready to strike.

The Warrior Princess of the North was back.


Outside the Schwalbennest in the Woods:


Former Staff Sergeant Vladimir Ivanov looked at the rectangular Screen, the Drone made another Pass. The Compound they were about to attack looked calmly and peacefully. Nothing out of the ordinary so far. They would attack the Enemy in two Hours. This would be an easy Job. Tovarich Semjonowitch had been clear about that - Grozny, Syria had been a different Matter.

They had to deal only with some women who tried to play detectives they had been told by the Commander. Ivanov had seen the Pictures. One was a tall Blonde with green Eyes and a Compatriot, Anna Alexandrovna Romanova, offspring of the House of Romanov. Ivanov hoped he would be the one to have this way with the Aristocrat.

He knew though that Comrade Semjonowitch would be the first to have her. The Commander always did.

Ivanow concentrated:

Darkness had already set in. The Drone´s Footage showed that the Targets had no Idea – they would be attacked and obliterated. Two Blondes had stepped out on the Patio earlier. They had chatted amiably and laughed. One was the Blonde with the green Eyes. The other was even taller and even more muscular.

Well, Ivanov thought, they would not laugh later in the Night … They would scream …Scream and beg. Not that it would do them any good.

He activated his Com-System and reported “Eagle one? Everything is clear. Eagle one out.”
A cruel smile curled his lips. Yes, this Evening would be Fun. Tomorrow Evening he would enjoy the Sun of the Caribbean. They had been offered a substantial Payment for this Job – including a Vacation at a Place of their Choosing ….

Ivanov did not know that he and Comrade were watched from behind…... by two Pairs of keen Eyes ….


A Villa in Heidelberg on the other Side of the River, around 0800 PM:


Heinrich Breuninger had to admit, the Dinner was fabulous. They had a perfect View on the other Side of the River – at the “Philosophers Way”. Von Winterfeld´s Lodgings were a Villa not far from Heidelberg Castle. It had been built in the late 19th Century as his Host had told him.

“A Friend of mine allowed me to use it” The blonde Man had explained graciously.

The old polished heavy wooden Table had been laid for Two. Two Maids served them. One a Blonde, one a Brunette. The first Course had been a Broth, made from Tafelspitz. It had been perfect. Now the second Course was about to be served, a mixed Salad.

Von Winterfeldt was in High Spirits. He regaled his Guests with Anecdotes. The District Attorney had to admit, that the Nordstern Trust´s CEO was a gifted Storyteller. Effortless he jumped from one Subject to the next. Heinrich Breuninger noticed that von Winterfeldt seemed to follow the old Rule, that Religion or Politics were no Themes a Gentleman should touch at Dinner.

Instead, they conversed about the Arts: The latest Exhibition of Michelangelo´s Paintings in Firenze, Goya´s captivating Paintings of the Spanish Uprising against Napoleon. And Music. The Tycoon told him enthusiastically about a Concert he had attended in Dresden of late:

Christine von der Marwitz playing Chopin. Chopin and Schuman. Von Winterfeldt had praised the Performance of the Pianist “I never heard anyone play the Preludes so perfectly! Her Touch, her Virtuosity! And she played a Composition which was thought lost!”

For a fleeting Moment, a Shadow crossed the blonde Man´s Face. His Expression grew hard “This Composition was mine. She was meant to play it for me. Only for me!” For a Moment the Atmosphere changed. But then? From one Moment to the next? Von Winterfeldt was the perfect Host again. As if nothing ever had happened “Have you ever been to Dresden Heinrich?”

While they enjoyed the Main Course – a fine Roast Venison - the Rioja shimmered ruby red in their Glasses “The Attack will begin at 1000 PM Heinrich – we will have the perfect View!” Von Winterfeldt smiled! You want some more Wine?”

Breuninger´s Smile was forced. He felt uncomfortable. Those Mood Swings gave him the Creeps. Von Winterfeldt hid it well, but he was unstable. The DA knew he had to play along he had to play along for the greater Good – or more precisely? His own. He was not very keen on watching the Live Feed of the Attack. He had a fickle Stomach …. When it came to watch Bloodshed …. real Bloodshed …

The DA stole a Glance at the Tycoon´s artificial right Hand “Remarkable” he thought “I see no difference to his left hand!”


Villa von Treskow: The Cellars, early evening:


Natalie opened her Eyes. It was an incredible effort to do so. Her Body hurt in many places. Especially the Soles of her feet and her Butt. When her Eyes had adjusted, she understood what she was looking at: At a vaulted Ceiling. Made of red Bricks.

A dim bulb flickered at the ceiling. “I lay on a coarse Mattress” The Investigator realized. To her Surprise, she was not shackled to the Cot. With a Groan she sat up and looked around. In the Corner on the left was a Bucket. Natalie had a shrewd Guess what for.

Also, on the left? A roughly hewn wooden Table with a wooden Stool. On the Table a Bottle with Water. On a Plate some Bread and Cheese. She sat up and put her bare Feet on the cold Floor. She shuddered. Natalie realized now she wore an orange Jumpsuit. Her Wrists and Ankles were shackled with heavily padded broad Manacles.

She stood and shuffled to the Bucket. Nature called. There was no way around it. With a Sigh she pulled her Trousers down – and squatted down. The Investigator had no doubt she was under surveillance. Someone was watching.

What to do now? The brown-haired Woman was pretty sure: Her Captor would not give her much time to regroup “I have to conserve my Strength” she mused. Natalie looked at the Table:

The Bread and the Cheese did not look too bad. For now, she could do nothing else than wait and hope that Sophie Reichenbach read her Message and acted. Natalie smiled ruefully “What were you thinking? Going in here alone. Thinking that von Treskow had no Backup.” That she would one day have to rely on the Lawyer with the green Eyes, the high Heels, and the perfect Power Suits. No, Natalie Jungklausen would have not dreamt that.

She sat down on the Chair and pulled the Plate and the Bottle nearby. To her Surprise the Bread was fresh and the Cheese of good quality. A Cheddar.

“You Bitch, von Treskow!” Natalie looked up at the Camera in the right Corner next to the massive Door “Fuck you!”

Only now she realized how famished she was. The Investigator tucked in. Somewhat later she washed down the last chunk of Cheese down with the Water. Out of a sudden, she felt sleepy. Natalie stumbled to the cot, lay down, and curled together ….

She was out to the Count quickly.

“They drugged me …” was the last coherent Thought before the Curtain fell ….


The Schwalbennest: 0900 PM, somewhere on the Grounds:


Anna peered through the Night Vision Scope of her Rifle. Nothing so far. The Enemy had not yet made his first move. Under normal Circumstances, the Russian would have preferred to have Kate Beckett as Spotter at her Side.

The Detective and the Violinist were a perfect Team since the two Hunts, the one for the Weinstein Collection and the one for the Lost Scrolls – but the American had not been able to leave her Precinct in New York on short Notice. And they could not spare anyone to replace her. This was a highly risky Game.

They were outnumbered. True. Anna smiled grimly. But they had one crucial Advantage: The Element of Surprise and Intel. So, Anna would have to do the Job on her own. She checked Sector for Sector for suspicious Movements. The dark-haired Violinist loved Situations like these. When nothing else counted then a clear Eye and a quick reaction.

A Situation - in military parlance – a meeting Engagement. Two Forces meet randomly on the Field of Battle. The one who reacts quicker, who is faster on his feet than the opposing Forces? Prevails.

Of Course, there was, what Carl von Clausewitz called “The Fog of War” – no Battle Plan survived the first Contact with the Enemy. Anna peered again through the Scope. Nor would any Enemy survive a hit of her Rifle.

She felt very comfortable with that Gun. Vasily had offered her one, to test it “For old times Sakes Romanova!” He had smiled that impish Grin. The Aristocrat had quickly fell in love with the Rifle.

It pulled a mighty Punch and was accurate at a Distance of 1800 Metres. The Distance would not be a Problem this Night. Even a gifted Amateur could hit a Target at 100 Metres. And Grand Duchesse Anna Alexandrovna Romanova was no Amateur. In her Hands this Weapon was deadly.

But the Battle Plan they had worked out? It left no Margin for Error. Of course, they had planned for Contingencies. But no Plan was foolproof. And their Enemy was no Amateur. The Butcher of Palmyra had a Reputation.

They counted on that: His Arrogance. His Machismo.

Semjonowitch thought he was against Women who – he was led to believe – played Detective.

“I will teach him the Error of his Ways” Anna smiled grimly and scanned the Vicinity again.



The Schwalbennest: 0900 PM:


Chris stood in the dark Living Room and stared into the Darkness. They had done their best to create an Illusion for the Enemy. That they had no Idea, they were about to be attacked. To the casual Observer, everything must look perfectly normal:

In a few Rooms, the lights were on: The Library, Sophie´s Room, and her own. Chris did not fear for her own Safety. This was what she was born for. But there was Rahel and Ruth. Ruth was aloof. Averse to Teamwork. At least she could handle herself. Chris hoped. Rahel had never been in a Situation like this – as far as she knew. And she had learned quite a few things in the last Days she had not known. About Robert, about Rahel, and about herself.

What she had told Anna had been true: She did not know when these Pain Attacks would happen. That she could not trust her Body fully was something she was not used to. Never had been. To accept that had been hard. At least she had made Progress. Today had been the first Time in ten Days that the Poisonings Side Effects had hit her again.

And that was a good Sign. The Blonde listened to her Body, for any Signal another Pain Attack was imminent.

She had not lied to Anna. This Attack had been a minor one. Resolutely she brushed the Thoughts of the Moment she got poisoned, the Time afterwards away. As far as she could, one Moment stood clear before her Eyes:

The gloating face of Madame Maintenon, the Moment Anna had pressed the Gun Muzzle against Louis XIV´s Mistress forehead “You won´t kill me!” The Noblewoman had chuckled maliciously “Try me!” Anna had said cold and hard. The two Women had locked Eyes. But something had given the French Pause.

“You have three Second´s Bitch! You let Chris go or I will spill your Brains on the Floor!” Anna pressed the Muzzle more firmly against her Opponent's forehead.

“You will pay for this, you Russian Whore!” Maintenon had hissed but ordered her Lady in Waiting to loosen Chris´ Restraints “I doubt that” Anna had smiled cooly “You are a Coward, I am a Romanova” The Russian chuckled “And really? If I look around? I see only one Whore. And it is not me.”

Anna changed Aim and pulled the Trigger. The Bullet graced Maintenon´s left Temple. The French touched her Skin. Looked in disbelief at the Blood on her Palm and back at Anna. The Violinist cocked the second Duel Pistol Ragna had given her ….

What happened afterwards Chris only remembered dimly.


Chris forced herself to focus on the Task at Hand, as her Sensei had taught her so long ago. There was nothing else right now. Not the Future. Not the Past. Only the Present “Remember Christine Sama” she heard a soft Voice speaking “You are Samurai!”

“Hai Sensei!” She whispered in Japanese into the Darkness “I am. I am Samurai.”

Instinctively she folded her Hands before her Breast and bowed:

“I am Samurai”

Chris rose.

Tall.

Erect.

Concentrated.

Focused.


At the same Time outside in the Woods:


Colonel Arkadi Semjonowitch peered through his Night Vision Googles. His Men were in Position. The latest Drone pass confirmed that the Targets were totally unaware of their Presence. Too bad. This Job seemed to be too easy. The Colonel loved a Challenge. He had fought the Chechens in bloody House-to-House Combat and the Insurgents in Syria. Both had been formidable Opponents. Not that it had done them any good in the End.

Their Resistance had been heroic – heroic but foolish. The Task at Hand? He would have preferred a more thorough Reconnaissance. But on the other Hand? They were not dealing with Professionals or Fanatics. And von Winterfeldt had paid without hesitation, the outrageous Sum his Boss had demanded.

Semjonowitch did not expect serious Resistance. They were dealing with Women, after all. Well, he had dealt with some female Militia in Syria. They had fought heroically, but in the End, they had only been Women to be used and thrown away like Garbage afterward. Today would be no different.

They dealt with Artists after all. He looked forward to reaping the Spoils of War. The German, von Winterfeldt, wanted the Head and the right Hand of the blonde Pianist. He smiled. The Tycoon would get them – after he had his way with the Blonde ….

He concentrated: His Team was in Position. Now they had to wait.

The Attack would commence as planned – at 1000 PM. He was patient. He breathed in the Scents of the Wood. It reminded him of Hunting Trips in Siberia.

A cruel hard smile curled his lips.




A Villa in Heidelberg on the other Side of the River, around 0915 PM:


Carl von Winterfeldt and his Guest had relocated to the Library. A Fire was burning in the Fireplace. They sat near two comfortable Armchairs, both Men enjoying a fine Armagnac. Across the eastern wall of the room, a very large rectangular Screen dominated. “We will watch the Attack live via Drone Feed,” Breuniger´s Host had explained.

From the hidden Speakers of a High-End Sound System, the majestic Sounds of Bruckner´s Seventh Symphony filled the Room, the famous Adagio. Under any other Circumstances, the DA would have enjoyed the Music. He loved Bruckner – and the 7th in Particular.

He had recognized the Conductor: Sergiu Celibidache, directing the Berlin Philharmonic Orchestra. The Record had been made in 1992:

Check this out on Youtube:

Bruckner: Symphony No. 7 | Celibidache & the Berlin Philharmonic



But Heinrich Breuninger could not shake the Feeling of imminent Doom. His host's boundless Enthusiasm about the Demise of his Enemies made him even more uneasy. He noticed that von Winterfeldt looked frequently at his expensive Watch, a Patek Philip, as Breuninger recognized.


In the Woods, later: One Minute to Ten:


The Colonel was looking at his Watch. One Minute to go. The former Spetznaz Commander loved these final Moments before an Attack. Before Hell broke loose. Ten Seconds … Precisely at 1000 PM the Lights in the Villa got out like cut off with a knife. He ordered the Advance … his Men moved silently as Ghosts to the Compounds Wall.

Sixteen Shadows, moving swiftly and precisely.


Somewhere in the Woods the same Time:


Former Staff Sergeant Ivanov maneuvered the Drone over the Estate. Lights had gone out as planned. The Electricity was off. He and his Comrade sensed the Movement behind them, but too late. A firm gloved Hand was pressed over his Mouth. A searing Pain in his Chest. A Combat Knife had been rammed into his Chest, hard and precise. Ivanow was dead before his body hit the Floor. As did his Comrade.

Natasha Bolkonskaya and Sarah McKenzie exchanged a look. The Canadian nodded and bowed down. She took the Drone´s Control and maneuvered it skillfully. On the Screen, they could see the Mercenaries approaching the Wall.

The Black Lady smiled. This would be fun. The Enemy had no Idea that his Opponents were already in their Back.

The Master Thief sent a silent Signal: Mission accomplished. The Attack from the Rear had been her Idea


A Villa in Heidelberg on the other Side of the River:


To Breuninger von Winterfeldt seemed like a Child before they opened the Birthday Presents. The Tycoon was giddy with Excitement “Look, Heinrich! The Lights are out! They have no Idea what is coming at them!”

He pointed at the large Screen “There! The Spetznaz they are moving!” They could see the Soldiers moving. Skillfully. From Shadow to Shadow! “Now!” von Winterfeldt exclaimed “They are scaling the Walls!”


Another Place on the Compound – at the same Time:


Anna was tense and she was not. Precisely at 1000 PM, the Lights went out. As they knew they would. She waited patiently. Aiming at a Spot to the left of the heavy Entrance Gate. This was one Moment when she would have liked to have a Spotter at her Side …. A Shadow appeared on the Crest of the Wall. Anna scanned the Area quickly. More of them. Those Guys were good. They were Spetznaz after all.

The Violinist was tempted to pull the Trigger “I could take out any of them easily. This is like a Shooting Range!” But Anna restrained herself. She would adhere to the Plan. Firing now would be premature. They wanted them over the Wall and on the Grounds … when they were there though ….

Anna smiled and waited. She had made out two Targets to take out first: One carrying an RPG and one a light Machine Gun.


Somewhere:


Chris waited. She knew Ragna was not far away as was Sophie. She was not scared. The Enemy was in for a Surprise. The Blonde did not need the Night Vision Capabilities her Vizor Helmet provided. Her Eyesight was good enough under most of Circumstances. One of her Skills her Sensei had honed relentlessly.

She held her Assault Rifle steady. Focused on the Wall. There! She saw what Anna spotted at the same Time. Shadows. Scaling the Wall “Let them Come!” she smiled grimly. The Stage was set.

The Shadows moved with the Movements of Professionals. For a second they stood on the Wall´s Crest then jumped down – and advanced. Guns at the Ready. Chris smiled – it would be an uphill battle in any Case

Only Seconds now ….


Somewhere else, not far:


Ragna focused. Her Finger touched the Trigger of the MG 5 – only one slight touch and she would unleash hell. She sensed Sophie´s Presence next to her right. The Lawyer would serve as her Spotter. The last Days had not been easy for Sophie.

But Ragna knew she was determined to pull through. They, Chris and Sophie, had not known what they would find here at Heidelberg. Robert had called and Chris had come. That had surprised the Icelandress. That Chris had heeded the Call.

Ragna knew how many Times Chris had refused to take a Call from Robert. Why had she done it now? The herculean Blonde did not know. Her Friend had refused to talk about it. And the Icelandress knew Chris well enough not to press the Issue.

She concentrated: The Enemy scaled the Wall. Well, Ragna smiled grimly, should he. They were ready. Ragna was tempted to pull the Trigger right now ….


A Villa in Heidelberg on the other Side of the River:


“Look!” Von Winterfeldt pointed at the Screen “They scaled the Wall! They advance!” The Tycoon was giddy with excitement “As if he is watching a Football Match!” Breuninger scoffed. The Man was unstable. No doubt about that. He took another Sip of his Armagnac. Savoured the rich Taste.

Then it happened:

From one Moment to the next the Screen went black.

The blonde Man seemed irritated “What is this!” he fumed “Now when the Show is about to begin!”

“Friedrich!” Von Winterfeldt called “Friedrich!“

His Personal Bodyguard, a tall muscular stoic Man with a Soldier's bearing appeared in the Doorway! “Have the Transmission checked!” the Head of the Nordsterntrust demanded “At once Sir!”

The man called Friedrich nodded curtly and turned on his Heels.


The Schwalbennest, the same Time:


Chris watched: Thirteen or so Shadows had scaled the Walls and were advancing now uphill. A grim smile curled the Pianists Lips. Not much longer now. Only just a little more … “Come!” she whispered, “Come, you Bastards! You want my Head and Hand? Come and claim them!”

On the right Flank, one of the Enemies stepped forward. The next Moment, the World turned upside down. A deafening Explosion was ripening through the Silence. A Body was hurled through the Air, and a scream pierced the Silence.

“Good!” Chris smiled “Now Anna, give them Hell!”




Anna´s Position:


Anna had marked her first two Targets: the soldier carrying the RPG and the one holding the light Machine Gun—of Russian Make and Model, the Russian saw. An Explosion and a piercing Scream broke the Silence. The Enemy hesitated. Good! But not for long. Those Mercenaries were professional Soldiers after all.

Anna targeted the Spetznaz carrying the RPG 28. The Man knelt. Putting the Rocket Launcher on his Shoulder about to fire. Anna had his Face in her Crosshairs. Calmly and controlled she pulled the Trigger …

The Man´s head dissolved in a Mist of Brains, Blood, and organic Matter as the heavy antipersonnel 12,7 mm Round smashed into his Head. Anna changed Aim to the MG-Team and pulled the Trigger twice …. Two more Screams ….

Hidden entirely by Surprise the remaining Mercenaries were taking cover.

Now Ragna opened Fire pinning the Enemy to the Ground.



On the Grounds:


Arkadi Semjonowitch held his Head down. The Staccato of a heavy MG ripped through the Night, pinning him and his remaining Men to the Ground. The Machine Gun was of German Make and Model, the Sound told him – an MG 5 probably. Its Sound was very characteristic.

The Germans had always made excellent Machine Guns, most notorious the famous MG 41, the “Hitlersäge” as allied Soldiers dubbed them. He had talked to Veterans who had encountered the heavy suppressive Fire the Weapon could bring to bear.

They had walked right into an Ambush the Colonel analyzed. The Ground before them was obviously mined – making any Advance highly risky. Behind them? The Wall. A Retreat was not an Option – it was not in the Spetznaz Nature to abandon a Mission.

Semjonowitch made a Decision: “Smoke Grenades!” he commanded. The Manoeuvre was executed promptly. The Smoke would give them Cover to advance. The Antipersonnel Mines were a Risk.

But one they had to take.

From her Position, Anna watched as the Smoke Grenades detonated. The Western Wind drove a Wall of thick white Smoke uphill in their Direction. Difficult to penetrate …


Outside the Compound:


Two black Shadows were ducking from Cover to Cover through the Woods. Their Assault Rifles at the Ready. They had heard the Detonations, the Shots of Anna´s Sniper Rifle, and the long Bursts of a Machine Gun.

Natasha smiled, that was Fun! How much she had missed a good Brawl in Ages! Boy, she was ready!

They stopped before the Wall – not far from the massive Entry Gate. Sarah McKenzie smiled. The Enemy had been kind enough to leave their Gear in Place, which they used for scaling the Wall. The Russian and the Canadian quickly made it over the Wall:

A Wall of thick white Smoke moved uphill. The Silence was Eerie. Through their Night Vision Vizors, they could make out Shadows carefully moving forward in a picket line.

Another Detonation ripped through the Silence, a piercing Scream. The Minefield had claimed another Victim. The Enemy advanced, nevertheless. The Russian Commander cared little for the Lives of his Soldiers. Sarah and Natasha had one crucial Advantage as they followed the Russians: They knew the precise Location of the Mines ….


On the Patio:


Chris´ Nerves were taut like Bowstrings. So far, their Tactics worked. But the Enemy was still on the Move and advancing. The Antipersonnel Mines had claimed another two Victims. The Mines did what they should do: They slowed the Enemies Advance down and evened the Odds.

She peered into the dense Clouds of billowing thick white Smoke. Even the sophisticated Night-Vision-Vizor could not penetrate it. In the End, her perfect Pitch picked up the carefully advancing Spetznaz. Chris smiled grimly. The Mines had made them more carefully. They would not Charge in full Gallop.

In roughly 20 Metres Distance Shadows manifested themselves in the Mist …. The Pianist counted eight …. Chris knew Anna, Ragna, and Sophie nearby. Nevertheless, she had difficulties concentrating.

The Blonde had not told Anna that, but the Pain Attack had shaken her more than she wanted to admit. She couldn´t tell if it would happen again …. Chris holstered her Gun and laid her Assault Rifle down. Silence and Stealth counted now.

The Shadows got more defined …. Yet they were too far away for what she had in mind “Ever do the unexpected!” Sensei Nakamura had taught her. What she was about to do was dangerous, reckless even.

“Follow the Plan Blondie!” The Black Lady had admonished her at the Final Briefing “I know you!” To Chris´ Chagrin, the Masterthief seemed to have read her Thoughts.

But Chris had to do this. For her own´s Sake. To ascertain herself. The Poisoning and its Effects had shaken her Belief in herself. That she could rely on her Body, on herself under any Circumstances.

Anna´s staged Death in Egypt had thrown her off Balance completely. In a Way unfamiliar to her. But she knew she could rely on her Body, on her Abilities. This Trust had been shaken. Chris was not sure of herself as she had been. Something she did not like.

The Pianist shoved these Thoughts aside. Not here. Not now. Now was not the Time. Now was the Time to act …. She readied herself ….


Anna´s Position:


Slowly Anna rose. The Russian had changed Weapons. The heavy Sniper Rifle was unsuited for the Situation at Hand. Anna had changed it for a Submachine Gun, a PP 2000 – with armour piercing Ammunition. Carefully she stepped down the Stairs, which led to the Patio …


On the Grounds:


Arkadi Semjonowitch stepped carefully forward. Him in the Centre his Men formed a Picket Line. They had lost two more Men to Antipersonnel Mines. The Adrenaline was coursing through his Veins. As it always did. He firmly believed in the concept of leading upfront.

The Colonel was more committed now than ever to accomplishing the Task. He would behead the Blonde Woman and sever her right Hand -after he had his way with her. This was now not a Job anymore. This was now personal.

Well, the Blonde would soon learn the Error of her Ways. She would scream and writhe under him. He would kill her slowly. She would beg to kill her in the End …. He would not only cut off her Hands but her Breasts too.

He stopped in his Tracks:

A human Figure stepped into View ….tall, erect, moving elegantly, gracefully – she moved quickly – and threw something … a piercing Scream ripped through the Night. The Man next to him crashed to the Floor: A Shuriken embedded in his forehead …


Behind the Spetznaz:


Natasha and Sarah moved carefully forward. They had cleared the Minefield. Their Assault Guns at the Ready. Natasha loved this. The Thrill. The Anticipation. She did not have that much fun in a while.

How they had sneaked up at the Drone Operators, taken them out? That alone had been all worth the Effort. To come to Heidelberg, to aid Chris and her Friends? It had been the right decision.

The Smoke Screen was still dense. But Natasha could make out Shadows in Front of them. A piercing Scream broke the eerie Silence …

Sarah and she exchanged a look – and the black-haired Thief suppressed a Curse “What did I tell you Blondie? Adhere to the Plan!”


On the Patio:


Chris had thrown the Shuriken with deadly Precision. The Soldier had crashed to the Floor. Hit right between the Eyes. Chris smiled. Now was the Time. She unsheathed her Katanas. The Blonde strode at her Enemies “Arkadi Semjonowitch, you wanted my Head and my Hand? Come and claim them!”

Ragna and Sophie watched in disbelief “What is she doing?” Sophie whispered agitatedly “What she must” the Icelandress replied calmly “Get ready Sophie! Chris might need our help!” The herculean Blonde stood and drew her Glock “Follow me!” Sophie took her Submachine Gun and followed

The Russian Commander laughed derisively “You are one, we are Eight. We have Guns, you have only Swords. I will enjoy using them to cut off your Heads and Breasts! Chris´ Laugh was like a cold Shower “You make one Move, and you are dead! You are surrounded! Anna the good Colonel needs a Warning!”

A shot rang through the Night: The Projectile hit the Floor at Semjonowitch´s Feet. The Russian stopped in his Tracks. Chris sensed a Movement on the left and whirled around. One Spetznaz had drawn his Combat Knife. Another Shot: His Head exploded. To the Russians' Surprise, the Shooter had to be behind them.

“You see how things are Arkadi Andreevich” Chris´ Voice sounded as cold as Ice “You are surrounded. Lay down your Weapons and nobody gets hurt!” To Chris Surprise, it was the Russian who smiled, cold and cruelly.

He bellowed a sharp Command in Russian and closed the Distance rapidly. Shots rang through the Night – Screams of Pain rippled through the Night “He is mine!” Chris had told her Friends at the final Briefing – and mine alone!”

On his back, the Russian had slung something that looked like a large Machete. He drew the Blade while his Men died around him. Semjonowitch would fulfill his Task! He ever had! This Bitch he would take with him

The Blonde awaited his Attack. With four quick Steps, he closed the Distance. Chris was ready for him. She parried his brutal Thrust with her left Blade and followed through with a blow of her Right. That was at least what she wanted to do. A searing Pain shot through her Breast. Her Hands lost their Grip, she stumbled backward.

Semjonowitch followed through. A powerful Kick sent Chris to the Floor. He straddled Chris, pinned her Arms down with his Knees, he gripped his Machete with both Hands to sink the Weapon into Chris´ Chest. A triumphant Smile on his Face.

The Blonde felt no fear “This is it!” This was the End. Suddenly two Shots ripped through the starless night. Arkadi Semjonowitch’s Head dissolved into a red gory Mist of Brain Tissue, Blood, and Bones. A second Projectile hit him in the Chest perfectly. Blood and Brains sprayed at Chris´ Vizor and upper Body.

The headless, bloody Carcass sunk back. The Pianist could move her Arms now – and pushed the Corpse away. The Paralysis, the Pain was gone as suddenly as it had come. She breathed heavily. Somehow, she could not believe it. Only now she registered that the Shooting had stopped. Natasha appeared in her field of Vision, her Assault Rifle still at the ready.

A small smile curled the Russian´s Lips “Seems like I saved your Ass!” Chris opened her Vizor and stared back “It seems that way” she replied calmly “Come” the Russian stretched her right Arm out. Chris gripped the Hand, and the dark-haired Russian pulled the Blonde to her feet.

“Thank you,” she said softly as she stood. Ragna stepped into her Field of Vision. The Icelandress held her Glock still in her right Hand – and Chris saw much in the Valkyrie´s Face. Relief, Anger? “What were you thinking?” her dark Alto Voice bristled with suppressed Anger “Why did you not follow the Plan? Tell me!”

“Yes, I would like to know too!” Anna demanded, “That was reckless Chris!” “She has a Point!” Sarah McKenzie stated calmly. But the Pianist was not fooled. The Masterthief knew very well why she did it.

She felt a soft touch on her left Shoulder “Give her Space!” Sophie spoke calmly and looked from one to the other. Sternly “Chris did what she had to do!” Sternly she looked at Ragna “You know that!” Her catlike green Eyes drilled into Ragna´s grey ones.

“I know” the Icelandress relented, softer now “But you gave me a heart attack Chris!” Her hard face grew soft “Did I?” her Friend smiled – a bit sheepishly “Come!” Ragna closed the Distance and bearhugged Chris. The Blonde winced.

“How very touching!” Natasha quipped “Ouch!” “Shut up!” Sarah McKenzie had slapped the Russian hard on her Butt “That hurt!” “It should” The Thief added sternly “We will have Words later!”

Natasha opened and closed her Mouth. But said nothing.

Chris broke Ragna´s Embrace and bowed down to fetch her two Blades. One she sheathed. The second, that her Sensei had her presented with, she gripped firmly. Grimly she faced Arkadi Semjonowitch´s almost headless Corpse. Not much was left of the Skull. But it would suffice.

In Astonishment her Friends watched as the Blonde gripped her Sword firmly with two Hands and swung it high above her Head. The Blade did not waver one Millimetre. The Blade fell like Lightning and severed the Remains of the Butcher´s Head from his Body. Chris went to the Carcass´ right, took aim and the Blade fell a second Time.

The Centuries-old Steel cut effortlessly through Tissue, Flesh, and Bones.

The Blonde looked down at her Enemy's maimed Body “You won´t bring Carl my Head and my right Hand. I will bring him yours, Butcher!”

Nobody had spoken a Word. Chris looked at Sarah “Send in the Cleaners!” She turned sharply on her Heels and strode inside the Villa. Her Friends looked after the Pianist. Sophie was about to follow her, but Anna held her back “Leave her!”

She smiled at the Lawyer “As you said, Sophie. Give her Space!”

The Russian faced the Rest of the Team “Let us clean up this Mess, get a shower and something to drink!” She smiled “The Bar is well stocked!”

“You are incorrigible Anna Alexandrovna Romanova!” Ragna scolded her “You know me!” Anna smiled “Action makes me hungry!”


A Villa in Heidelberg on the other Side of the River


Von Winterfeldt was pacing the Floor. Agitatedly. The large LED Screen was still black “Sorry Sir, the Technicians told me the Drone Feed has been cut off!” The Bodyguard had told Carl von Winterfeldt “Do something!” The Tycoon was pissed off, royally pissed off “Make it work! Make it work now!”

Breuninger watched. He grabbed his Tumbler more firmly. He took another Sip. Right now? He would be anywhere but here. Gladly. Something had gone wrong. Something told Breuninger that the Attack had not succeeded, but why?

Carl von Winterfeldt oozed Menace. Menace and Terror “Why does Semjonowitch not report!” He demanded. Deep down Carl von Winterfeldt knew the Truth. Christine von der Marwitz had bested him again.

But he still had some Aces up his Sleeve. He smiled “Christine you will learn!” His smile was cold hard and cruel. Breuninger shuddered: The long, thin red Scar that marred von Winterfeldt’s Features gave him a sinister look.

The Tycoon´s left Eye fixated on him “Heinrich, we have work to do!”

The blonde Man turned to his Personal Bodyguard “Prepare the Team for tomorrow!”

“At once Sir!” the athletic Man confirmed – and left ….


After Midnight:


They had a midnight snack; Anna had prepared her special hot Chili con Carne. But Chris had retreated early. Nobody had said anything as she bade her Friends a Good Night. She felt though Sarah McKenzie´s coal-black Eyes in her Back. The Thief had known though that Chris needed Space right now – and left her alone “How well she knows me” the Pianist mused as she walked the Stairs upwards to her Suite.

She had undressed, showered long and hot, donned a pristine white Kimono, and unrolled the Tatami. The large bee wax Candle did not Flicker, the Scent of Ariola Pine Incense filled the Air. Chris knelt. Her forehead touched the Floor. She rose. Closed her Eyes and breathed in deeply. In. Out. In. Out. She was entirely focused now. She needed to see him. There was nothing else than her calm Breath. In. Out. In. Out. Chris was calm. Chris was focused as her Sensei had taught her so long ago.

The Blonde stepped through the Gates and entered the inner Courtyard of Himeji Castle. Under the centuries-old Cherry Tree, she spotted a Man. Despite the Distance she knew, he looked keenly at her. With measured Steps, she closed the Distance. A part of her wanted to run at him and throw herself into his Arms. Chris suppressed that Impulse firmly.

The Man was her old Sensei after all. Sensei Nakamura.

Two Steps before him, she stopped. Folded her Hands before her Breasts and bowed deep – and held the Pose “Raise, Christine Sama!” Chris stood straight and looked her Teacher in the Face “Sensei!” she said softly. The Ninja Master looked long at her. And said nothing. Her underlip quivered ever so slightly. Sensei Nakamura smiled warmly “Come my Child, let us go for a Walk. Tell me everything!” He did not touch her. He made an inviting Gesture with his right though.

Chris nodded “Hai! Sensei!” And now she smiled too. She followed her old Master and told him everything, everything that had come to Pass in the last Days. The Japanese listened. Chris knew few People who could do that, listen like her Sensei did.

When the Pianist had finished, her Sensei began to talk …. An Observer would have seen two People conversing in Japanese. Now and then the blonde Woman nodded sincerely …

At some Point, the Woman folded her Hands before her Breast and bowed deeply. If one knew Christine von der Marwitz very well, one would have noticed a subtle Change.

Something was different.

[LunaDog]

You wanted my Head and my Hand? Come and claim them!”

Shades of Leonidas at Thermopylae when the Persians demanded that his forces lay down their weapons. "Come and get them!"

Oh, utterly magnificent as usual with your work. Thoroughly enjoyed this, you may have made us wait, but boy, was it worth it?

[Caesar73]

You wanted my Head and my Hand? Come and claim them!”

Shades of Leonidas at Thermopylae when the Persians demanded that his forces lay down their weapons. "Come and get them!"

Oh, utterly magnificent as usual with your work. I thoroughly enjoyed this, you may have made us wait, but boy, was it worth it?

Dear Friend I am honoured. Yes, your comment says it all. Chris went all Leonidas. Were it not for her Friends? An Epitaph had to be made;

"O stranger, tell the Lacedaemonians that
we lie here, obedient to their words"

The next Chapter will tell another Story. Another Battle approaches: Alea iacta est

[LunaDog]

I must admit, that while i have visited many famous Battlefields over the years, Jena/Auerstadt and Blenheim in your home country for example, i have never been to Themopylae. Must try to do so one day.

[Caesar73]

I must admit, that while i have visited many famous Battlefields over the years, Jena/Auerstadt and Blenheim in your home country for example, i have never been to Themopylae. Must try to do so one day.

Do that by all Means! Jena and Auerstädt I visited myself. Blenheim I have have not been, I paid my respects to the Spartans though at Thermophylae

The next Battle Chris and her Friends will be fighting? Will it be Phyrric Victory or a Cannae? In any Case? To the Victor the Spoils!

[slackywacky]

Okay, okay, I get it. Adding all those locations to my todo list. Now I just need to find the time...

[Caesar73]

Yes, Time ... often we have to little of it @slackywacky

But Heidelberg is worth every Minute, believe me. I visit my Alma Mater, whenever I can make time. Which has not been often this Year. In some Ways this Tale is a Hommage to the old and venerable City in the Neckar Valley.

[Beaumains]

The fight chapters of yours always have a very distinct flavor. It took me a while to figure out how to describe how it feels to read it.

At first I thought of Homer as the often reoccurring theme of one-on-one fights between the heroes and villains in the middle of the chaos, which is something which you do not expect in many (modern) scenarios (and in the modern world, you don't need many skills to shoot someone). But I think a movie script seems a better comparison. We follow along with all the heroes the entire time by switching perspective all the time, and once every while, we get a "shot" of the dangerous baddies approaching. It really is more of a cinematic way than is often done in writing. In most books, perspective does not switch such rapidly, and the actions of other characters are telegraphed by messengers, not important or implied in some way.

The fact that you almost spell out the dialogue instead of implying it also makes it feel more like a movie script. Let me give an example.

“I will teach him the Error of his Ways” Anna smiled grimly and scanned the Vicinity again.

This feels like something a real person would not speak aloud, but you would do on screen to telegraph her feelings. In writing, I would make this a thought or write it like "Anna smiled grimly and scanned the Vicinity again, promising herself to teach him the Error of his Ways"

I am not saying it is wrong, please write however you want to write. I am just starting to understand where your style is coming from.

[Caesar73]

I am not saying it is wrong, please write however you want to write. I am just starting to understand where your style is coming from.

Do not worry about anything - dear Friend. I found your reflections regarding my style very interesting. In the best sense of the Word. And your Observations are absolutely correct. Action Movies, Movies are indeed a source of Inspiration for me, when I compose Fighting Sequences. With the quick Changes, the many Locations I try to imitate how Techniques used in Movies.

The Idea itself was born out of sheer practical Reasons: When I wrote the Final of the Hunt for the Lost Scrolls I had to find a way to handle the great Cast and the different Locations. A simple linear narrative would have been boring: I looked for a way to induce Tension. To take the Reader to the Locations. So imitating Techniques used in Movies were a logical Choice.

And since the Result was satisfying I emulated that Elements to my Style.

As for Chapter 12? At Times I had the feeling I overdid it with the quick pace, the many locations etc - that the Chapter might be to complex to handle, to keep it all together.

[Caesar73]

Just a short update: Work on Chapter 13 is progressing. Slower than I like, but steady.

I am confident Chapter 13 will see the light on Sunday at the latest - if not anything unexpected happens

Its Title?

"Ragnarök"

Draw your own conclusions ....

[Caesar73]

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The Heidelberg Affair - Troubles of the Past


Chapter 13


“Ragnarök”




The Schwalbennest, very early Morning:

Chris slept only four Hours after she returned from her Visit to Himeji Castle. To her, those four Hours were, what, for “normal” People, were eight hours of Sleep—of sound and undisturbed Sleep, and not after a brush with Death.

But Chris had always been different from many people “The Freak” her fellow Students at Heidelberg had called her. Not to her Face though, after she broke the nose of the Ringleader, the beautiful but less-than-bright Daughter of a wealthy Lawyer.

Kunigunde´s physical Assets had been impressive though … Chris´ Father had humiliated Kunigunde´s Father in Court. After that? Kunigunde had given Chris a wide Berth. Hell, what Father would name his Daughter Kunigunde? It was a curse!

Chris smiled at the Memory … “Kunigunde … I wonder what you are doing now ….”

Her conversation with her old Sensei helped her immensely in keeping things in perspective. So, when her inner Clock woke her at 0430 AM she felt rested. The Pianist donned her running Gear – and silently as a Ghost she left her Suite.

With her black Nike Pegasus Running Shoes in Hand, she made almost no Sound on the carpeted Floor. Her Outfit was entirely Black except for the reflective Vest and the emerald, green Cap. Carefully she stepped down the curved Stairwell.

Chris listened:

The Villa was entirely silent. Her perfect Pitch did not pick up any other Sound. Chris felt well. And she had stopped listening to her Body, waiting anxiously for the Signs of another Pain Attack “You can´t do anything about it anyway my Child” Her Sensei had told her warmly, but resolutely “If it happens. It happens. Accept that.”

“I will” She nodded sincerely, sighed, and looked at her Toes “But it is hard Sensei, I do not trust myself anymore” Chris paused – and the Ninja-Master waited patiently. The Blonde looked up and faced her old Teacher ”

Sensei Nakamura looked long at her “It will pass, Christine-Sama” He smiled warmly “You must listen to your Body, embrace the Pain, and accept the Help of your Friends. It is given freely my Child. They do love you unconditionally. Deep down you know that. Not all Battles you have to fight alone – you have a habit of doing that.” His Tone made it clear he did not judge her.

The Blonde had looked long at her Sensei. In those dark Eyes, which saw everything, she saw deep empathy. To her, Sensei Nakamura was like a Father, always had been. Since her Parents died in a Car Crash. The stern Japanese had carefully formed her – like a Jeweller would carefully cut a raw Gem. A chip here and there, till it was perfect.

Above all? He had helped her heal. To become what she was meant to be: The Warrior Princess of the North, the great Artist she was. She would forever be grateful to him, even more after yesterday. A part of Chris had feared his Verdict.

He had surprised her.

A Smile curled her Lips “Thank you Sensei” she whispered – and bowed deeply.


The Present:


Chris focused.

The Blonde stood in the Doorway she bowed down, to put her Shoes on – something stopped her - “Sarah what is it” Chris did not even turn. The Black Lady was fascinated “What gave me away?” The black-haired Thief smiled mischievously “I see, and I know Things” Chris said simply “As you know” Chris did not stress the last Part too much. The “You know”

“It was worth a try” The Thief smiled – clearly amused. Chris turned around and faced the Black Lady:

The Thief´s smile broadened. But the Pianist knew she, Chris, was under close observation …. after yesterday …

“You wouldn´t mind if I keep you, Company?” The Canadian enjoyed this very much.

“No, I don´t mind” Chris sounded even, controlled, even light. Both Women knew, Chris did mind right now but saw no way around it, except trashing Sarah McKenzie. And both Women knew, Chris would not do that. Not after yesterday.

“Where did you leave Natasha?” The Blonde changed Tack “Sleeping it off, hogtied and gagged with my and your Panties, I borrowed yesterday” The Canadian explained loftily “I wanted to talk to you alone”

“I see” Chris looked at the Canadian. Long. As if she searched for something in those coal-black Eyes. The Masterthief did not break Eye Contact. Finally, Chris nodded “Let´s go then Grand Ma” she added lightly and opened the Door.

The Air was clear and fresh – and it would be a sunny day. She looked down the Slope to the massive Gate. No one could tell that only several Hours ago a bloody Battle had been waged on the Grounds.

Chris stepped down the Stairs to the Pathway leading down in gentle Curves to the Gate “Your Cleaners were efficient” “Carlos and his Team are among the Best in this Business” Sarah McKenzie stated. Chris said nothing, instead, she stretched and warmed up. The Canadian watched, with the cool Eye of the Professional. She did her warm-up in the Room she and Natasha shared.

Chris moved with the same grace and elegance the Masterthief admired. She could not lay her finger on it, but something had changed in the Night. The Blonde did what she ever did as a warm-up. The Day before the Thief had noticed that Chris did hesitate, listen to her body – as if expecting Trouble.

Not anymore “Don´t stare at my butt Sarah!” The Canadian chuckled “It would be a sin not to admire your Butt Blondie!”

The Pianist stretched a final time and turned gracefully “Ready when you are!” Her Features betrayed nothing. Neither did her Voice “Right then” the Canadian said lightly “Let´s go then!” They jogged perfectly in Time. The Thief could not resist. She accelerated a few Times. Held the Pace high. Chris followed easily.

They jogged along in Silence.

The Air was cool and fresh, and Chris enjoyed the Run. Something had changed. She had stopped listening to her Body. Besides a Glock, she had a Phial of her Medicine with her. She remembered what her Sensei had told her “When it happens. It happens.” She could not change it. Just accept it. She would.

They jogged along – and Sarah McKenzie waited. They were – after eight Kilometres - back on their Way to the Villa. Chris smiled and accelerated the Pace “Say it, Sarah!” “Say what?” The Thief feigned Innocence “I did act recklessly, foolishly” Chris jogged along, focusing on her Breath “You did” The Thief replied “You know that Family cares about you. You cannot fool anyone. We all know – how you struggle” Chris noticed, the Thief said “We” not “They”. Interesting.

The Canadian managed always to surprise the Pianist: The black-haired Masterthief had not scolded her. Her deep Alto Voice was full of Empathy instead “You are one of a Kind -Sarah McKenzie” Chris mused. A small, barely noticeable Smile curled her Lips-

For a few seconds she said nothing … they jogged along, and the Canadian waited patiently ….

“It is hard for me to accept my Weakness. I do not know when it happens. I do not trust myself anymore” The Thief listened intently “And that is difficult for you, I know” “Yes” Chris did not raise her Voice “It is” She paused “Very difficult” They jogged along.

“Accept the Help that is offered Chris” The Canadian accelerated the Tempo again – and Chris followed easily “Anna, Ragna, Sophie, Sybil, and Merit – they would die for you as you would die for them. They know that.”

“Accept your Weakness – and let us be there for you!” The black-haired Masterthief added – and Chris sensed that Undertone in the Canadian´s husky Alto Voice. Sarah McKenzie delivered a Lesson.

Chris smiled.


“You are smiling why exactly Blondie?” Chris chuckled without losing a beat “You know Grand Ma” Chris smiled “Sensei Nakamura said the same – in fewer Words!” She added with a lopsided grin.

“Let´s go!” She accelerated again “Who is first at the Gate!” She broke into a run.

The Thief smiled and followed.

And enjoyed the View. The View on Chris full and firm Butt. Her long muscular legs. Moving in Time perfectly, like a well-honed Machine.

The Canadian decided to let Chris win.

For Morale.

“She would win anyway” Sarah smiled and jogged leisurely after Chris. The Blonde had reached the Door and turned – a smile on her Face, Hands on her Hips “Come on Grand Ma!”

The Thief smiled coyly:

“Why should I? Never in the World, I would waste the Chance to look at your butt!”

For a Moment both Women looked at each other.

Then they laughed.


Von Treskow´s Villa, the Cellars:


Waking up was a slow, painful Process for Natalie. She had a strange taste in her Mouth. Her Soles hurt, her butt – and other Places. There was a peculiar Feeling between her Breasts. At her Tummy. Band Aid? Bandages? It took long till she was awake as in really awake. She lay curled together like an Embryo on her right side.

The same vaulted Ceiling and the flittering Bulb “I am in my Cell again!” Natalie groaned and rolled on her left side. Every Movement was Pain. The Spot between her Breast and that above her Navel hurt.

Natalie groaned softly.

Her bare soles hurt too. With a Groan she sat up and inspected her left Sole: A dozen red Marks, from the Balls down to the Heel. The Detective winced as she shifted on her Butt ….

The Taste in her Mouth? She could not place it ….

Slowly she remembered the Evening´s Events ….

“I had been drugged in my Cell ….”


The Night before:


Waking up had been a painful Process ….”Ah sleeping Beauty returns to the waking World!” Theda von Treskow chuckled maliciously. Slowly Natalie opened her Eyes – only to stare at the falsely smiling Lawyer:

Her red Mane in a tight bun, she wore a starched gleaming white Blouse, a leathern gleaming black Pencil Skirt that ended midcalf, and gleaming High Heeled Boots. In her right Hand, she held a riding Crop. Her Makeup was heavy: Purple red Lips and dark Eyes. Heavy on the Kajal.

“So good you are hanging around with us!” von Treskow teased her Captive “I am bound in a hanging Hogtie” the brown-haired Woman realized slowly “A reverse-Prayer Tie!” Natalie groaned.

Von Treskow watched with unveiled Glee as the Detective realized her Predicament fully: Her Heels rested on her Butt. Her Toes were tied too and tied back to her Ankle Bonds, which made her bare Soles very vulnerable ….

A complex Web fastened her contorted Body to the Pulley “You are drooling! On the Floor Detective!” Her Captor chided her: Natalie had been gagged with a large Harnessballgag. Her Jaws already hurt like hell. But it was not the Ball Gag that made her wretch – it was the soggy silken Mass stuffed in her Mouth.

Theda smiled ominously “Did you Notice the Candles? No?” Now the Investigator felt the Warmth under her Breasts and her Navel “We didn´t start the Fire!” The Lawyer intoned Billy Joel's famous Song. And even Natalie could hear: The Red-Head was off-key – very off-key.

Billy Joel - We Didn't Start the Fire (Official HD Video)

“We lit some Candles under you” The Lawyer explained loftily “We can lower you down – and we can lift you up! Let me explain what Entertainment we have planned for you!” Von Treskow vanished from her Field of Vision as she walked around her.

Now and then using the Riding Crop. It was more annoying than hurtful, Natalie found. But the Riding Crop was not all: Suddenly a burning Sensation at the Balls of her right Foot … “I always found Wax-Play highly entertaining” Von Treskow added conversationally “Where was I?” She mused “Yes!” This is what is in Store for you!”

What the Lawyer told Natalie let her freeze, despite the Warmth in von Treskow´s Study …

“I invited an old Friend of mine over. We both are Members of a Gentlemen´s Club you might say. We all share – how shall I put it? – exotic Tastes. My Friend Aloysius has a thing for Ladies with a talented Tongue!”

“You catch my Drift, don´t you?” Snap! Von Treskow had hit Natalie across her bare Soles. Natalie caught the Drift – and didn´t like the Idea one bit! To serve a decadent Noble orally was not her Idea of spending the Evening!

“Alas” her Host continued “Dear Aloysius lacks Stamina and needs some assistance to perform!” She paused. Natalie heard the evil Smile in her silky Alto Voice “At this Point you come into play: We will change your Gag to a nice large, well-padded Ring Gag, next, we lower you down till the Flames almost touch your Skin! You can follow me, Detective?”

Von Treskow patted her on the Head like a Puppy. Natalie fumed “The Candle might burn you. But on the bright Side? The faster you fulfill your Task, the earlier we will lift you up. Isn´t that merciful? Natti?” The Lawyer chuckled “It really would be a Shame if you suffer lasting Burns Dearie! So do your best!”

Natalie fumed. Despite her Predicament. That Bitch!”

A Knock at the Door interrupted them “Come in!” Von Treskow commanded imperiously “The Count has arrived!” Brienne of Tarth informed her Mistress “Send him in by all Means Maria!” The Lawyer´s Voice was giddy with Excitement “You will like him, Natalie!” She whispered sweetly in her Captive´s left Ear “He is such a good Soul! A bit deranged maybe, even decadent – but aren´t we all Sweetheart?” Natalie´s very muffled retort amused the Lawyer “You agree? I knew you would!”

Natalie´s hearing was not as good as the perfect Pitch of Christine von der Marwitz but even she could hear the regular Patts on the Floor, softened by a lush Carpet. They were regular, they came nearer ….

Someone entered the Study “Aloysius!” the Lawyer beamed “You could make it! It is so good to meet you!” Natalie could hear von Treskow kiss her Guest on the Cheeks “I have a Treat for you old Friend!” Obviously, she bade the illusive Noble Man to follow her “The Man must use a walking Stick” Natalie deduced.

The Man and Woman stopped before her. Natalie craned her Neck to get a look at the Count. She looked at an older, very emaciated Version of Donald Sutherland. He wore a Cut, which someday must suited him perfectly … it did not anymore.

The Man had to have lost much weight in a short Time. Next to the watery, piercing bright blue Eyes, the most remarkable about his Looks was the Streak around his Mouth …. Cruel? Ironic? Natalie could not Place it “This is your Surprise Aloysius!” Theda smiled maliciously. Aloysius von Droste-Schackenburg grabbed Natalie under her Chin and forced her to look him in the Eye – with surprising strength.

“She is so lovely!” The Count beamed at Theda.

Despite the dire situation, the Investigator had to suppress a Laugh. For his Statue the Count had a very high Voice “Count Fistulas” Natalie snorted. A hit with the riding Crop on her Butt sobered Natalie up.

“She has a Temper Aloysius!” Von Treskow explained “Not to worry, not to worry” The Count smiled benevolently at the Investigator “I like spunk in a Woman! It makes them perform better!”

“Shall we begin then?” Theda smiled sweetly “By all Mmmmm …. eans …...” “That old Bastard stutters!” Natalie strained against her Bonds “Maria!” Von Treskow ordered we should do something to calm our Guest down!”

“Of course, Mistress!” Maria nodded. The Investigator felt the herculean Woman´s Presence.

The next Natalie felt, smelled? It was Leather: A heavily padded Blindfold was pressed on her Eyes. Fastened tightly behind her Head. Very tight. The padded Leather felt like glued to her Skin.

The Harnessballgag´s Buckles´ were loosened. Natalia groaned in Relief as the Pressure of the Straps loosened. The large red Ball popped out of her Mouth; The Lawyer pulled the soggy Panties out … a flood of Drool dripped on the Floor ….

Natalie´s Relief was short-lived though.

A large, padded Ring Gag was jammed into her Mouth.

She struggled.

“L,l, l,l look!” Natalie heard the Count “S…... S …. She loves it!”

“The Hell I love!” The Investigator fumed “You have taken your little, sweet blue Pills, Aloysius?” Theda von Treskow cooed “O, O, O of course I did!” The Count was excited. The Pulley was lowered. Natalie felt the searing Heat between her Breasts and under her Navel. The Flames touched her Skin …. The Pain! Barely she registered a Zipper opened “Wow!” The Detective heard von Treskow “You look as strong and big as I remember you!”

“Y,y.y, you do?” The Count sounded proud – like a Student complimented by his Teacher.

“Why don´t you show Natalie how strong you are?” The Lawyer chuckled. Maliciously …. Two surprisingly strong Hands gripped Natalie´s Head ….

That had been the last clear Moment ….

At some point, her Mind shut down.

The excruciating Pain of the Flames, the Tug of the Ropes, the Thrusts in her Mouth … vanished into Nothingness ….

Everything got Dark.

And now she was awake again. Oblivion was a Blessing at Times. What would come next?

Natalie steeled herself, as the Key turned in the Lock …


The Present:


The Schwalbennest, Morning: Breakfast:


Ragna looked around. She was curious: Natasha and Sarah were not present. Chris was also missing. How did her Friend act yesterday? It had not shocked her – it had unsettled her a bit. She knew the Blonde had to have a reason. That Chris still suffered from the Poisoning´s Side Effects they knew.

They all knew.

Even if the Pianist did her best to hide that from them, it was just Chris. Ragna knew her Friend believed firmly she had to fight this battle alone: The Fight against her Body. The Fight against herself. She shook her head slightly “You just have to ask Chris”

Asking for help though was not easy for the Pianist. Ragna knew that. It was not in her Nature. It was as simple as that. Chris would come for anyone she loved – but asking for help? She would rather die “And you almost did Chris” Ragna thought. It had been a close call.

Yesterday had been pure and real Chris, Ragna mused. The Determination, the Will Power. As she stepped out on the Patio? Ragna had suppressed a Curse. One Moment she remembered clearly, absolutely crystal clear: Chris parrying the Butcher´s Attack, losing Grip of her Swords, stumbling backward. Never, never Ragna had seen this before ….

Natasha and she had acted quickly though, in the Nick of Time.

Ragna had a good Idea of what Chris must have felt …She knew the Blonde well enough to read her body language. And Ragna had sensed the Shame Chris felt. And something that was known as the dark dog of Depression … that had only the briefest of Moments though.

Not long after Midnight Chris had left and bade them a good night. Ragna knew she needed some alone Time …

Where was Chris?

The Icelandress knew that the Pianist had gone out for a morning jog. So far, she was not present. Steps on the carpeted Floor. Chris Lady-in Waiting did look up. Chris stepped into the Living Room.

Ragna was always fascinated by how easily her Friend commanded a Room.

Chris wore a moos green cashmere Turtleneck, beige Chinos, and Cognac Gianvito Rossi Ankle Boots with a medium block Heel. She looked calm and collected. But Ragna knew that the Pianist was not as confident as she wanted to appear. She knew the little Signs, the Microexpressions.

It was as if the Blonde was steeling herself for a rebuke. They had talked after the Pianist had gone to bed yesterday – and decided. All Eyes were fixed on Chris “Good Morning!” she greeted them. Ragna knew that Chris Alto's Voice could tell much. Now? It sounded like a perfectly normal greeting. Pleasant and polite.

Chris sat down and smiled: Sophie had prepared her Green Tea. No Day would begin without Chris having her Green Tea. Ragna waited. But the other Blonde did say nothing. Somehow the Icelandress had expected Chris would explain why she acted the way she did.

She did not.

Ragna smiled “So Sarah has talked to her”. She would never have believed it in the first Place. But somehow the Canadian with the Black Hair, the Black Eyes had become the Den Mother of the Family. Few People could talk to Chris the Way the Canadian could. They had agreed yesterday, late in the Night, that Sarah would have Words with Chris.

And obviously, the Master Thief had done that. Ragna could tell it by Chris´ Body Language. She had sensed how tense the Pianist had been. Now? Chris seemed to be relaxed. Something had changed. Chris took the first Sip of her Tea and smiled. Their Eyes met and the Blonde smiled a second Time.

The Pianist joined in Conversation with Sophie.

Everything was normal.

Finally, Chris took a last Sip of her Tea. She set her Cup down and looked her Friends in the Eye. Each of them. A small Smile curled her Lips – “Before you ask? Yes, I and Sarah talked”

Amused the Pianist looked at her Friends´ Faces “I think you should know! We planned the next Steps!"

“Listen that is what we will do ….”

Ragna smiled: Chris was back.


Around the same Time, somewhere near Villa von Treskow:


It was a clear and cool Morning. For late March it would be quite warm “The Blessings of Climate Change” Sarah McKenzie smiled. For their Purposes the Weather was perfect. The Canadian had selected a small Knoll around 100 meters from Theda von Treskow´s Villa.

Everything was quiet except for the usual sounds to be expected in the woods. Sara peered through the Lenses of her Scope. Natasha checked the Feed of the Drone. A smile curled the Canadian´s Lips.

The Russian had surpassed her Expectations. Natasha Bolkonskaya was a fascinating Character. And that said something: Fiery and passionate and dominant – she was a perfect Switch as they had discovered on their common Journey. One, the Canadian looked forward to. Very much.

Her Conversation with Chris had been interesting. That the tall Blonde would agree to Sarah´s Proposal without an Argument had surprised her – a bit. That Chris had gone even further had surprised her even more.

“But that is just you Chris. Always good for a Surprise!”

The Masterthief smiled: The Knoll was the perfect hiding spot. From their observation Point behind some rough red Sandstone Boulders, they had the perfect View. She typed a Message in her Pad and pressed the Send Button.

If her Plan would work? They would see. But Sarah McKenzie had still a score to settle, and she had a pretty good Idea what her former Employer would do now after his first Attack had been fended off.

Carl von Winterfeldt could not handle defeat. He was the offspring of noble Prussian lineage, something Chris and he shared. But that was all. Von Winterfeldt styled himself a Gentleman of Old. The Blonde Pianist was Noble—noble to a Fault.

A true Noble would concede to defeat. That von Winterfeldt could not do:

That Chris and Sophie had escaped from his Palace back then, that they had him bested a second Time? No, Carl von Winterfeldt could not handle that. The Pianist had challenged him and been victorious. His first attempt to get back at them failed. Yesterday his second Try had failed.

No, von Winterfeld would retaliate as fast as possible: Hit them fast, hit them hard.

The Canadian smiled:

“Carl, I count on that!”


Villa von Treskow, one Hour later:


“If” Say it aloud “If” Just two simple Letters. A Vocal and a Consonant. A short Word. An insignificant Word. What does it mean? What does “If” mean?

“If” means: Consequences will follow. Always: If you do this? That will happen. But what would happened, if you had decided differently?

Just think of it: About the Possibilities, the Choices … Just think about it …

What if?

The World might look very different if …

Imagine what would have happened if?

Think about it, will you? What. Would. Have. Happened. If …

What if ….

What if Alexander the Great had not died from a Fever in Babylon in June 323 BC?
What if Caesar had not been murdered at the Iden’s of March in 44 BC?
What if John Wilkes Booth had not succeeded in assassinating Abraham Lincoln in 1865?
What if Claus Graf Schenk von Stauffenberg had successfully killed Adolf Hitler in July 1944?
What if the Attempt of the Citizens of the GDR to overthrow their Government peacefully had been brutally gunned down in 1989?
What if the Attempt to Storm the Capitol on January 6th, 2021, had been successful?

Just imagine: What if?

How would our World, your World, my World, look like now?

What if ….

What if Theda von Treskow had looked right now out of the large Panorama Window of her Study? What if she had not been too busy to gloat at her involuntary Guest? What if?

She might have seen a Quadro Copter – equipped with an IR Camera, a High-Resolution Camera, and a state-of-the-art Microphone …... and she might have drawn the right Conclusions.

What if ….

She did not look.

And Actions or Non-Actions have Consequences.

At their Observation Post, two other People listened intently, and they acted ….

A few Minutes later another Message was sent to the Schwalbennest …...


Von Treskow´s Study a few Minutes earlier:


“I hope you enjoyed last evening!” Theda von Treskow smiled. The Lawyer had donned one of her Business Outfits: A grey, wide-legged Pantsuit and matching High Heels. One leg crossed across the other. Natalie Jungklausen just stared back.

Not that she could have done otherwise: Her lower face was covered by a thick, heavily padded Panel Gag. Its large foam Ball filled her Mouth completely. The Detective snorted and glared at her Host.

Natalie´s Ankles were shackled with heavily padded Manacles. Very closely together. Her Wrists were shackled as well – with the same sort of Cuffs – before her Body. The Detective´s Stomach grumbled audibly.

Von Treskow chuckled “Oh, my bad! You must be famished poor Dear!” She pointed at the well-laid Table before her “But all in good Time!” Now she gloated openly “Aloysius was very pleased with your nimble Tongue – he even asked if he could meet you again! Imagine that!”

The Redhead sighed exaggeratedly “Alas that will not happen, Natalie!” The Lawyer smiled “You will go on a Trip today!” Natalie fumed “Fuck you B*tch!” “I will tell you more after Breakfast my Love!”

She looked sharply at the Detective “If you promise to behave, not to scream and talk only if I ask you to? You will get Breakfast” They stared at each other. Long. Slowly Natalie nodded.

Von Treskow beamed at her: “Maria, do remove the Gag, please. Little Natalie promised to behave!”

The Investigator fumed. But analyzed her Options. There were not many ….

Natalie would have done anything to get rid of the massive Gag- She swallowed her Pride ….

Theda grinned “Now we will enjoy Breakfast – after that, we talk!”

After Breakfast they talked …. Natalie fumed …. But kept her Silence.

Other People listened in too though ….

A Message was sent to the Schwalbennest …


The Schwalbennest:


Sybil watched intently at the three large Screens before her in the Command Center, the Library. Her Hands flew over the Keyboard. Rahel watched “I have never seen anyone typing this fast!” “Didn´t you!” The IT Geek grinned. There were Vibes. Good Vibes. A loud Ping signaled an incoming Message – Sybil opened it – and read.

She rose “Chris should know this!” The Brunette took her Tablet and left. Rahel looked after her. Sybil looked back over her Shoulder “You are coming?”

A coy Smile curled her lips.


Minutes later:


Sybil listened. She heard a Piano and a Voice—a rich, dark mezzo-soprano. The Lyrics were French. The Music stopped shortly, only to start anew. Chris played solo. She stepped into the Living Room and watched and listened in Awe: At the Grand Piano, a Bechstein, sat Chris. Dressed in full Combat Gear, Sophie stood right next to the Piano. She also wore camouflaged Body Armor.

It was a strange Sight.

Now Sophie was about to intone Reynaldo Hahn´s “A Chloris” – her dark Mezzo shimmered like dark velvet,

Chris played the introduction, with its stately procession of accords in the bass line and the delicate treble lines. Chris's fingers seemed barely to touch the keys, she played with an intimate sensitivity that served this fragile music perfectly, the last accord in the bass line rang out and Sophie sang the first note:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=odP1HGHuZCM

Reynaldo Hahn: A Chloris, sung by Joyce di Donato

“S'il est vrai, Chloris, que tu m'aimes,
Mais j'entends, que tu m'aimes bien,
Je ne crois point que les rois mêmes
Aient un bonheur pareil au mien.
Que la mort serait importune
De venir changer ma fortune
A la félicité des cieux!
Tout ce qu'on dit de l'ambroisie
Ne touche point ma fantaisie
Au prix des grâces de tes yeux.

If it be true, Chloris, that you love me,
(And I'm told you love me dearly),
I do not believe that even kings
Can match the happiness I know.
Even death would be powerless
To alter my fortune
With the promise of heavenly bliss!
All that they say of ambrosia
Does not stir my imagination
Like the favour of your eyes!”

Translation: Richard Stokes

Mesmerized Sybil listened. The Brunette felt like under a Spell. So powerful was the Music and Aura of the two Musicians, she simply forgot why she had come in the first Place. Amidst the Chaos and Violence around them, she felt like she was in a Safe Place. Sybil's World had been Numbers, Equations, the Depths of the Net before she had crossed Chris´ and Anna´s Path. That Meeting had changed her Life in so many ways …...

“What is it, Dolly Daydream?” Chris interrupted Sybil´s Dreaming: The IT Genius had been so mesmerized she had not noticed Chris had played the final Note. A cheeky smile curled her Lips. Sybil blushed; she remembered the Tablet in her right Hand “Sybil?” The Pianist´s Eyebrows raised, and she exchanged a look with Sophie. The Lawyer smiled too.

Sybil got a grip “A Message from Sarah and Natasha – you have to read it!”

“Show us!” Chris Demeanour changed from one second to the next. Gone was the Musician and back was the Warrior Princess of the North. Chris and Sophie read the Message. A grim Smile curled the Pianist´s Lips as she had finished reading “That bloody Bastard and that cruel Bitch!”

She looked at Sophie: “Inform the Others. We meet in 15 in the Library!”


Villa von Treskow: The Dungeons, later:


A cruel Smile crossed Theda von Treskow´s beautiful Features as she watched the Expression on Natalie Jungklausen´s Face. Apprehension, Anger – and fear …Many Times the Lawyer had seen that Expression. It was a powerful Aphrodisiac. She thrived on it.

Maria held the still shackled and gagged Investigator firmly at her right Arm. They stood on the Threshold of a cavernous Room “This is the Chair of Hell!” von Treskow pointed at the large and massive Contraption at the End of the Room.

“Too bad you won´t have an opportunity to exchange Notes with that Investigator and Reichenbach!” Von Treskow chuckled maliciously.

“Maria, get her ready ….” The Giantess nipped any Resistance in the Bud and dragged Natalie effortlessly to the Chair ….


The Schwalbennest: Living Room:


Anna looked around. The Team was ready: Sophie, Ragna, Ruth, Merit, Sybil, Rahel, and Chris. The Russian gave her best Friend the once-over: Something had happened in the Night and in the Morning. The Tension, the Anxiety deep down beneath the Surface? It was gone.

After Breakfast Chris had presented to them the Plan the Thief had worked out in the Night. The Operational Concept was simple – in the Russian´s Opinion key to Success. The more complicated, the more margin for Error.

It was that simple.

The Blonde informed them about the latest Intel “So we know now that Natalie is held at von Treskow´s Villa – and that von Winterfeldt is planning to turn the Tables on us.” Chris smiled. But it was no friendly smile “Sarah predicted that he would”

“Safe bet” Sophie nodded “Carl´s Ego is too big. He cannot suffer defeat. Not another Time.” “He is too eager to get back at us” Ragna nodded “She could really ride at Odin´s Side” – Recently the Russian had learned that the Icelandress could wield a Bihänder effortlessly and deadly. Anna had to smile “I pity anyone who dares to cross her Path!”

Chris´ and Anna´s Eyes met – and a smile crossed the Blonde´s Face “She is thinking the same” the Violinist knew.

“This is how we will proceed.” Chris concluded the Briefing “Anybody will stick to the Plan!” She smiled mischievously “Including myself!”

“Hear, hear!” Anna shouted.

The Pianist said nothing but smiled. They understood each other.


Villa von Treskow: The Cellars


In her spartan Cell Natalie lay on her cot under the coarse Covers. Barely conscious. Curled together like an Embryo. The Investigator only dimly remembered that her Handler had carried her back to her Cell like a Sack of Flour. She drifted in and out.

On the roughly hewn Table stood her Meal: Bread, Butter, Cheese, and Corned Beef – and a small bottle of Wine (?) Natalie had not mustered the strength to get up and cross the few steps to the Table. She fell into an exhausted Sleep.

Upstairs von Treskow watched the Video Feed of the Detectives Cell. The Lawyer had to admit that the Investigator had Stamina. Stamina and Courage. Not that these Qualities would help her right now “Wake her up in two Hours – and prepare her Maria!” The Red Head´s Smile was sinister “Make her presentable for our Guest of Honour!”

“I will” her Maid confirmed in her deep Voice – and turned on her Heels and left.

Von Treskow still watched at the Screen “Von der Marwitz and her rag-tag rabble of Friends will pay! The Boss will make sure of that!”

The Lawyer smiled ominously “And I will get what I desire after all!”


Several Later Hours later: In the Vicinity of von Treskow´s Villa:


“Convoy incoming” Sybil´s Voice sounded clear and loud in Natasha´s Earpiece. The Russian confirmed with two Clicks. Next to her, Anna Romanova peered through the Scope of her Rifle, firmly trained at the Main Entrance of Villa von Treskow, shooting Distance 200 Metres. On the Grounds everything was quiet.

Anna´s Senses were unnaturally sharp—her perfect Pitch even sharper, her sharp Eyes even more keen. Her finger rested on the Trigger, which was perfectly tuned to her Touch.

Natasha scanned the Area through her Scope: The massive Gates opened noiselessly. Four Vehicles: Two black BMW- X7 with tinted Windows. One in the Van, one in the Rear. A large heavy Limousine – a black Maybach, and a military Troup Transporter. The Convoy stopped before the Main Entrance.

The Backdoors of the Transporter flung open: Eight Men in heavy military Gear filed out. They wore no Insignia. They fanned out and formed a loose Perimeter around the large Maybach Limousine - Assault Rifles at the ready.

Anna noted the Precision the Men moved with “They carry LSAT Rifles” she could tell, Natasha had noted too. This was the first Time she would be Anna´s Spotter. A small smile curled her lips “Who would have thought that two years ago? Natasha Bolkonskaya working together in a Team with Anna Alexandrovna Romanova?

She, Natasha, could testify that the Violinist was a first-class Sniper … she had been on the receiving End back then – and been lucky to get away alive. Much had happened since then “Now we are something like Friends” the Russian grinned – but concentrated immediately as the Front Doors of the Maybach opened.

Two Men stepped out:

“They were Hussar Uniforms!” Anna needed not to look at Natasha to know her Compatriot was as surprised as she was. The Violinist did not know, but the two Guards wore the Uniforms of the Lifeguards Hussars of the Royal Prussian Army, the Regiment founded in 1815.

What a Travesty! Anna mused “Chris is noble to the Core Carl! You are just the sorry excuse of a Prussian Noble!” One of the Hussars opened the left back Door, and a Man stepped out. Tall, blonde, wearing a dark Coat. His still thick blonde Hair was combed straight back, glimmering and shining “Reinhard Heydrich” it shot through Anna´s mind.

Not for the first Time, the Russian noted the striking resemblance between Himmler´s right Hand and von Winterfeldt.

He turned to one of his Guards and the Russian could see him in Profile: The thin red long Scar was still there, where Chris Katana had hit his Face. Left a curved Scar from Forehead to Chin. Von Winterfeldt wore no Eye Patch – obviously an artificial Eye.

Anna smiled “You did good Chris!” No cosmetic Surgery in the World could undo the Damage Chris´ Katana had left. She remembered the Moment well – but forbade herself to delve into the Past. Not now.

Flanked by his two Guards the Guardian of the Nordsterntrust strode to the imposing Entrance of Villa von Treskow. For the flash of a second Anna contemplated pulling the Trigger. One soft Tip and the World would be a better Place …. Von Winterfeldt´s Back and Head were the perfect Target. Hardly to miss. One shoot to the Head – and one to the Back ….

Natasha had to have sensed something “Don´t” she whispered in her Mike.

Anna nodded.

Von Winterfeldt stepped up to the massive wooden Door. Three Stairs. The Door swung open:

Theda von Treskow´s beaming Face filled Anna´s Scope. The Red Head was beaming. She wore an emerald, green sequin wide-legged Power Suit with matching Heels. Von Treskow greeted her Guest politely – and ever the perfect Gentleman – Anna remembered Chris telling her this – von Winterfeldt executed a Handkiss.

Theda beamed at von Winterfeldt “Bitch!” Anna fumed. Von Treskow bade the Tycoon to enter. The blonde Man accepted and entered, followed by his two Bodyguards.

The Door closed behind them.

As soon as the Doors´ had closed the other Mercenaries – Natasha assumed they were Mercenaries – dispersed the Perimeter and took their Positions. Natasha Bolkonskaya watched:

“They expect to take us by Surprise” The Russian smiled “You are in for a Surprise Boys!” She typed something on her Pad:

“The Eagle has landed”

The reply came instantaneously:

“Confirmed. Proceed as planned”

“Roger that” Natasha typed. The Russian smiled “I love this!







In the Woods around Villa von Treskow


Chris looked ahead as she hurried through the Woods around Villa von Treskow. Carefully she avoided stepping on any twig. Sarah was in the lead. Ragna and Sophie were on her left. Sybil had informed them that the Drone´s latest Pass had shown them the Positions of the Enemy.

Chris smiled. Sarah had not minced any Words but told the Pianist to stick to the Plan “Don´t pull a Stunt like yesterday, Blondie!” The Thief had admonished her “I will kick your most delectable Ass if you don´t!”

“If we are still alive!” Chris had taunted the Canadian. Who had looked sternly at her “Just do it!” The Blonde could not help herself “I will Mylady of Pain!” and bowed mockingly.

The Masterthief just shook her head.

The Estate´s Wall was not far away now. Chris smiled. Anna would wreak havoc to distract the Enemy and even the Odds. Sarah shot her look and pointed to the Wall's Crest. The Pianist nodded. They would catch the Enemy from behind. They would not notice before it was too late. Chris smiled. Anna would take care of that.

She threw the Draken. With a crunching Sound, it embedded itself into the Stone. Chris pulled at the rope. It held. The Blonde looked to the left and the right. Her Companions were ready too. Chris exchanged a glance with the Canadian. Sarah nodded slightly “Go!” The Masterthief pressed a Button on her right Wrist.


Anna:



A soft Click in her left Ear told Anna it was Time. She had one of the Mercenaries in her Crosshairs. His Cover was good. She had to admit. If one did not know he was there. Well, Anna knew. She counted down to ten in her head and pulled the Trigger …


Carl von Winterfeldt:


The blonde Man followed his Host through the spacious Corridor “My Study!” Theda von Treskow had turned and beamed at him. The Lawyer bade him to enter. Carl von Winterfeldt stepped over the Threshold, Friedrich, and Wilhelm on his Heels.

The Tycoon took in the Scene. The tastefully decorated Room. The large Panorama Windows, open to the East. Offering a perfect View of Heidelberg Castle. His Gaze rested on the Grand Piano. He stepped nearer “You are playing the Piano Theda?” “When I find the Time Sir!” The Redhead demurred modestly.


“This is a Bechstein! An old one!” Von Winterfeldt sounded impressed. He looked at the open Notes on the Music Rest “Mozart?” “Yes Sir!” The blonde Man interrupted her with a gesture of his right hand, the artificial one, as von Treskow knew “Carl to my Friends Theda!” Theda was impressed – his smile even reached his Eyes.

Carl von Winterfeldt had greeted her with a perfect Handkiss as she greeted him at the Front Door “The perfect Gentleman” she thought – but she was a good enough Reader of Humans to sense something under the well-polished Surface. Something darker. Yes, there was more to Carl von Winterfeldt than met the Eye. Looks, Manners? They were deceiving. So, Theda von Treskow was on her Guard.

Winterfeldt´s right hand touched the keys lightly, and he played the first notes of the partiture on the Musik rest. The opening Passage of Mozart´s Fantasia in C-minor. His Touch was delicate. Sublime even. If one did not know his right Hand was a Prothesis? Few People would recognize it. Theda did not.

Mozart Fantasia in C minor K.475 András Schiff

Andras Schiff plays KV 475

“You know” von Winterfeldt added absentmindedly “Mozart used this key seldom” he played a few more Notes “This is the darker side of him” Von Winterfeldt turned to Theda “We all have a dark side” he noted “You have too I heard”

The Tycoon still smiled warmly.

Theda chose her Words carefully “I guess I do, Carl” She pointed to the Chairs where she and Natalie had sat 24 Hours ago “Why don´t you have a seat, Carl” The blonde Man nodded “Yes, why not indeed.”

The Lawyer noticed that von Winterfeldt´s Bodyguards never left their Principal out of Sight. Carl von Winterfeldt and Theda sat down. The Lawyer smiled at her Guest, “I have a present for you Carl.” Von Winterfeldt´s Eyebrows rose. “You don´t say, Theda!” “His Smile has changed,” the Redhead noticed. Cooler, harder?” She could not tell. The Man was dangerous, she was sure. If the rumours were true? Under the polished Surface lurked a Beast, since von Winterfeldt´s Duell with von der Marwitz ….

She kept her Pokerface on “Maria, why don´t you bring our Present?” Her Housekeeper nodded “Of course, Mam!” Theda turned to von Winterfeldt “You will be most delighted Carl! This is a really special Gift!”

“You made me very curious Theda!” She could not read the blonde Man. That happened far too often lately. She had been unable to read von der Marwitz too. But she sensed von Winterfeldt was distracted – even if he covered it well – “What are you waiting for Carl?” she mused. Theda von Treskow did not trust anybody. And surely, she did not trust Carl von Winterfeldt: She had failed in the first Place. Von Treskow did not believe that the Guardian of the Nordsterntrust had made the Way for just a Cup of Tea.

The Redhead did know that yesterday an Operation had been scheduled – Breuninger had intimated that much – to wipe out von der Marwitz and her People. That von Winterfeldt had requested a Meeting with her, the Pariah, on short Notice – told Theda a lot: The Operation had not gone as planned. But what did the blonde Man want?

She was sure though he would be pleased with her Present and Breuninger would bite himself in his fat backside if he knew …...


“Madam” Marie interrupted them “The Present”


It looked straight like a Scene from Silence of the Lambs:

Hannibal Lecter was strapped to a Trolley; his lower Face hidden by a Muzzle. Only in this Case, it was Natalie Jungklausen strapped standing upright to a Trolley. With ten heavily padded leather Straps. Beginning at her Insteps. The Detective tethered on high gleaming black Ballet-Boots, which ended under her knees and forced her to stand on Tip Toe.

Von Winterfeldt inspected his Present “Impressive” his left Hand glided above the gleaming black Leather of the heavy Straitjacket with its built-in Posture Collar. The Tycoon stroked above Natalie´s leather-encased Head. Natalie stared impassively at him. Doing her best to control her Fear. Fear was, what she felt. Primordial Fear. She had not offered any Resistance as “Brienne” had restrained her – the Ride on the Chair of Hell had sapped any ounce of Energy from her Body.

She didn´t mind even the massive choke-pear Gag jacking her Mouth wide open, or the butt plug and the massive Vibrator in her Vagina. Some Sort of Vest had strapped on her upper Body above the Straitjacket – and the Investigator had a shrewd Idea what it was ….

With cruel delight, Theda von Treskow watched Natalie´s Inspection. The Guardian of the Nordsterntrust turned to her. His keen grey Eyes rested on her. His face an inscrutable Mask. The Lawyer felt uncomfortable under the Scrutiny “You did well Theda” He pointed at Natalie's sheathed and strapped Body “This will be a fine Addition to my Collection.”

“This will be ….” He continued, but the short sharp Bursts of Automatic Weapon Fire cut through the Silence. Two Explosions: Hand Grenades …... “What the …” von Winterfeldt cursed. He turned to one of his Guards “Wilhelm check out what is happening and report.”



Outside the Villa, a few Minutes earlier:


Anna´s first shot had hit the Mark, as did the second. The Enemy recovered quickly though: A Storm of well-aimed Gunfire hit the Boulders which served as Anna´s and Natasha´s Cover “Those fellows are good!” Natasha took cover as one long Burst hit the Boulder next to the right. Dust and Stone splinters rained down on her. The Russian coughed.

“Where are the others?” she cursed “They will be in Position soon” Anna whispered back. So far, the Mercenaries did not dare to force the Attack “I made an Impression” the Violinist grinned – waiting for the next Enemy to show his face.

There was it! “Come to Mama! Come!” Anna pulled the Trigger.


Behind the Enemy:


Sarah, Chris, Ragna, and Sophie had scaled the Wall. Distracted by Anna´s Fire, the Attackers had not taken notice of them. Their Attention was turned to their Front. Sarah signalled Sophie and Ragna: The Icelandress and the Lawyer would flank the Enemy. The Canadian and the Pianist would take them in the Rear. They watched as Sophie and Ragna hurried around the Corner.

From her Gear, the Black Lady produced a Hand Grenade. Chris held one too. Silently the Canadian counted down from Three to Zero. At Zero the two Women hurled their Grenades in perfect Synchronicity at their Enemies. They threw themselves to the Ground as the Grenades hit their Mark. Two Explosions which sounded like one shook the Ground. Dirt and Dust and Splinters rained down on them.

While the Dust settled. Sarah and Chris scrambled to their feet and made their Advance, their HK 416 Rifles at the ready, firing short and controlled Bursts to keep their Enemy down.

Ragna and Sophie had turned the Corner. They were about to attack as the Front Door opened. A Man in a Hussar Uniform stood in the Doorway. The Lawyer wheeled around, fired a short burst – and missed. Ragna´s Aim was better. Her three-shot Burst hit the Man squarely in the Chest.

He crashed to the Floor.


On the other Side:


Chris threw herself on the Ground. The Mercenary´s Shots missed her just. Sarah McKenzie did not miss. Her Aim was true. She hit her Target right between the Eyes “You owe me Blondie! Get up!” Chris ignored the Barb. Through the Gate stepped Anna and Natasha. Anna´s Sniper Rifle was heavy, but the Russian carried it with Ease. Natasha held her Assault Rifle at the ready.

They met before the Entrance. Sarah looked intently at Chris “Do nothing stupid in there. The Bastard will provoke you!” Chris smiled cooly “He will – no doubt. I will have his head though nevertheless.”

She paused “He sees the Artist in me only -still” She looked around, gestured at the fallen Bodies on the Ground “He should know better by now.”

The Canadian smiled ominously “Teach him a lesson then” Their Eyes met.

“I will” The Blonde nodded.

“Then follow me” Sarah McKenzie stepped on the first Stair.

Weapons at the ready they followed the Masterthief.




Von Treskow´s Study:


Carl von Winterfeldt listened. The Gunfire had died down. Friedrich was at the ready. His right Hand rested on the Hilt of his Sabre. Von Winterfeldt knew Christine would go for the Katana. He would like to have to fight her himself, his artificial Right though was not good enough. But Friedrich was good, very good. He was up to the Job.

Friedrich had been an Elite Soldier in the KSK, the German Special Forces and had seen Combat in many Theatres. He had been a very talented Fencer his whole Life too. Carl von Winterfeldt had ensured he got the best Training when he entered his Service.

Yes, he was sure Friedrich was up to the Job at Hand: To Teach Christine von der Marwitz a Lesson. To make her pay. To make her pay for her insolence and arrogance. Christine von der Marwitz had spurred his Advances. He would have loved her. But she had defied him.

To lose his Eye was bad. To lose his right Hand much more. The Pianist would pay.

Carl von Winterfeldt listened: People were coming nearer. Natalie could only watch. She hated to be condemned to impotence. Theda von Treskow was frozen. She had not expected that turn of Events. Maria stood right behind her. That felt comforting.

The Study´s Door flew open ….

As if being a mere neutral Observer, von Winterfeldt watched. First over the Threshold stepped Sarah McKenzie. An ominous Smile curled her Lips, and her coal-black Eyes glittered. The Muzzle of her Assault Rifle aimed between his Eyes. The Temperature in the Room had fallen several Degrees.

On the Canadian´s Heels followed Chris. He spotted two Katana´s slung across her Back. She stepped to the Canadian´s right Side. Behind her the Rest of her Team fanned out and formed a half circle, blocking the Door. Von Winterfeldt recognized Anna Romanova, Sophie Reichenbach, another herculean Blonde, and an athletic black-haired Woman.

Sophie looked him straight in the eye – not intimidated at the latest. Carl von Winterfeldt was surprised. The Lawyer´s Posture and body language made clear how much she had changed since her last Meeting.

Deafening Silence filled von Treskow´s Study. The Read-Head was frozen. Maria stood at her right Side as Friedrich at von Winterfeldt´s. Von Treskow stared at von der Marwitz´ Companions´ - none of them broke Eye-Contact. She used that Trick in Court successfully. Looking each Witness in the Eye. Long. This Time she failed. She looked the herculean Blonde in the Eye. The Icelandress smiled. A cold smile. Ragna Sigurdsdottir was unimpressed.

Chris looked von Winterfeldt cooly in the Eye – and a small smile curled her Lips “It is such a pleasure to see you again!” She sounded controlled, even polite. Her Voice gave nothing away.

“The Pleasure is all mine dear Christine!” von Winterfeldt indicated a small bow “He sounds like a gracious Lord who greets a Servant” Anna mused “I hoped though the Circumstances would be different” The Tycoon continued, still polite – in a conversational Tone “I brought you a Gift, Carl!” the Blonde replied in the same light Tone “Natasha if you please?”

The Russian nodded curtly “Of course Chris!” She shouldered her Rifle and took a gift-wrapped Box, stepped forward, and presented the Box to von Winterfeldt “Friedrich!” the blonde Man commanded “Of course Sir” The Man in Uniform stepped forward and took the Box. Natasha stepped back and retrieved her Rifle.

“It is not a Bomb Carl” Chris smiled “You wanted my Head and Head I know” Now the Blonde oozed Menace “I hope you will like my Choice! I apologize there is not much left of the Butcher´s Head”

Von Winterfeldt´s Face betrayed nothing “A most apt Choice Christine!”

“Right then!” Chris Tone had changed. Her whole Posture had. Tall, erect – imperiously. She shot a Glance at Sarah McKenzie who nodded ever so slightly “Let´s come down to Business Carl! I would have duelled you but since you are not up to the Job” The Barb had hit Home as the Blonde noticed “I hope your Praetorian is up to the Job!”

“He is as you will find out Christine!” Von Winterfeldt still smiled, but he sounded less than polite now “Friedrich!” he commanded imperiously. The white-haired Man stepped forward “Yes Sir!” “You know what to do!”

“I do Sir!” Friedrich Machovsky saluted.

Von Winterfeldt smiled cooly “I will get your Head and Hand Christine after all!”

Chris said nothing but unsheathed her Katanas instead. The centuries-old Blades glittered in the Light. Her Opponent drew his Sabre and presented the Blade to her. The Pianist returned the Gesture. Now the Tips of her Blades pointed to the Floor.

Chris took stock of her Opponent: Muscular, well-built, with the Poise of the trained Warrior. She would not underestimate him – she was entirely focused. The Blonde had read the Message in Sarah´s Eyes “We have your back” That was all she needed.

Friedrich Machovsky did the same: He measured the Blonde up. The way she drew her Blades and held them told him a lot. This would be a Challenge.

Sarah McKenzie cleared her Throat – all Eyes turned to the Masterthief, who smiled broadly “Before the Show begins a few Ground Rules.” She fixated von Winterfeldt, von Treskow, and Maria “If anybody of you makes a move during the Duell it´s a Bullet between the Eyes. Are we clear?” She looked each one deep in the Eye, especially the gargantuan short-haired Blonde, von Treskow´s Maid as Sarah knew. The Black Lady smiled. Cold, hard controlled.

“Are we clear Carl?”

The Tycoon stared back and consented finally “We are clear”

“Then let the Games begin!” The Canadian smiled. The Thief turned to the two Fighters “Ready?” “Yes!” Friedrich and Chris replied in unison “Right then!” Sarah McKenzie commanded, “Assume your Position!”

Sophie watched as Chris and her Opponent took their fighting Stances. Chris Body looked like a coiled Snake, ready to strike. Her left Blade pointed straight at her Opponent´s Heart, her right Blade, high above her right Shoulder. Ready to cut down like Lightning. The Tips of both Blades did not waver. Her Opponent had assumed the traditional fighting Stance of a Sabre-Fencer.

The Air bristled with Excitement… It was only Seconds, but to Sophie, it felt like Eternity

“Begin!” The Masterthief commanded.

The two Fighters began to encircle each other. Slowly, measuredly. Chris was in her Tunnel now. There was nothing more than Friedrich Machovsky and his gleaming Sabre. Who would charge first?

They both waited for the subtle Tell Tale which indicated an Attack “Be patient Christine Sama a Voice whispered in her Head” “I will Sensei!” There it was! The almost imperceptible squinting of his Eyes: Machovsky charged. Their Blades collided. Chris parried easily. It was just a probing Attack. To test her.

Friedrich stepped back and charged again. The Blonde had been incredibly quick. He had been told his Opponent would wield one Blade, that she fought with two Blades complicated things. He had studied the Fighting Style of the Samurai though: Christine von der Marwitz had emulated the so-called Style of Musashi. The legendary Fighter had been famous for fighting with two Blades. Von Winterfeldt´s Guard was confident to prevail. He charged again. This Time with a quick Combination.

“He wants to test my Reflexes” Chris concluded as she parried the four quick Strokes. Friedrich Machovsky was impressed: Von der Marwitz was incredibly fast and moved with a Ballet-Dancers Grace. His first two Attacks she had parried easily. Time for something different.

He feinted a Stroke to her Head only to change the Aim of his Stroke at the last Moment at her Breast. She parried with a backhand Stroke of her right Blade and aimed an overhead stroke with her left Blade at his Head, which forced him to duck and step back. The Blonde followed through with a quick Combination, catching him almost on the wrong Foot. The two Katanas clashed with his Sabre. Sparks seared through the Air.

To his Surprise, the Blonde stepped back, saluted him, and took her fighting Stance again “Come!” her incredibly green Eyes said.

Anna watched: Attack, Parade, Counterattack. The Fight was spectacular, and she sensed something: Chris was in the flow. This was the Chris they knew – before the Poisoning. Neither Fighter gave way, and neither had presented his Opponent with an opening. Von Winterfeldt´s Guard had missed Chris once or twice closely. The Blonde had returned the Favour without missing a beat.

Theda von Treskow felt the Canadian´s black Eyes resting on her. Truth to be told the Woman gave her the Creeps. For a second the Lawyer pondered the Question to let Maria loose. But the Assault Rifles turned at them dissuaded her “Try me!” those black Eyes said. The Read Head looked Sophie Reichenbach in the Eye. And saw nothing there. Nothing but strong resolve. She held her Gun perfectly steady. Out of the blue, a small Smile curled her Lips ….”We got you Bitch!”

Von Treskow broke Eye-Contact and focussed on the Duell again: Friedrich charged; the accursed Pianist parried effortlessly. Friedrich was intrigued. Von Winterfeldt had told him about the Blonde´s Skills. But this was different from any Duell he had fought. He could not tell why, but he felt the Pianist was holding back for some Reason – as if she was waiting for something.

“Now!” Chris heard the Voice of her Sensei “Hai Sensei!” The Blonde went on the Offensive. A Storm of Blows rained down on her Opponent. Quick Combinations with both Blades. Overhead Stroke left. Backhand Stroke right. A lightning-quick Thrust with the left. A hard Stroke with the right. Friedrich Machovsky could only parry now – and barely. The relentless Attack forced him back. Slowly but steadily. He ducked to avoid a hit with the left Blade and parried an overhand Stroke with his Blade.

The Power behind the Stroke was immense – it sent Waves of Pain through his Arm to his Shoulder. And in the emerald, green Eyes he saw a Promise. The Promise of Death and Destruction.

Carl von Winterfeldt was mesmerized – against his Will. This Duell did not go according to his grand Design. His Champion was on the Defensive. Step by Step, Inch by Inch Christine von der Marwitz forced him Back. Now Friedrich stood only one Metre away from the large Panorama Window.

The Guardian of the Nordstern Trust was fascinated by the Ken Jitsu the Blonde displayed. He hated and he admired her. Admired her still. But he could not escape to admire the Dance of the Blades. The Accuracy. The Precision. And in this Moment von Winterfeldt realized that Christine did not just wield her Blades. She was the Blades.

With grim fascination, he watched as her left Blade clashed with Friedrich´s Sabre just above the hilt with incredible Force. The Impossible happened: Friedrich´s Blade broke. Von Winterfeldt saw the recognition, the Shock in his Champions Eyes: Chris rammed her right Blade through his left Breast. With so much Force the Tip of the Blade hit the Window behind him with a screeching Sound.

Friedrich´s Eyes widened in Shock. Swiftly the blonde Pianist retracted her Blade and stepped back as her Opponent´s Body glided down to the Floor. Leaving a Smear of Blood on the polished Glass.

Chris turned on her Heels. The Tips of her Blades pointing to the Floor. Blood dripped from the right one. A ghostly Smile curled her lips as she faced von Winterfeldt “And now Carl? What will you do now?”

She closed in on him. The Angel of Vengeance. Coming for him.

Carl von Winterfeldt laughed.

[Caesar73]

Chapter 14 might take a bit longer than expected - so be patient.

[Beaumains]

Chapter 14 might take a bit longer than expected - so be patient.

Even longer? I would have broken this last part into pieces already!

Despite the many things happening and the many perspectives, this chapter had a good flow. I read it all at once.

I enjoyed the ridiculous names like Aloysius and Kunigunde. Keep them coming.

[Caesar73]

Chapter 14 might take a bit longer than expected - so be patient.

Even longer? I would have broken this last part into pieces already!

Despite the many things happening and the many perspectives, this chapter had a good flow. I read it all at once.

I enjoyed the ridiculous names like Aloysius and Kunigunde. Keep them coming.

There is a slight misunderstanding @Beaumains I meant, I need more time to write Chapter 14 In Length Chapter 14 will be probably shorter than the previous ones.

Regarding the Names? It was fun making them up. And at Kunigunde will make an appearance in the Epilogue, which is already complete.

Chapter 14 will bring the Story to a close. Will von Winterfeldt get away?

This Tale will be told

It will take some Time though.

[Beaumains]

Oops, apologies. I had read that a little too quickly. Take as much time as you need. No pressure.

[Caesar73]

Oops, apologies. I had read that a little too quickly. Take as much time as you need. No pressure.

It took much more time to get in Earnest to the final Chapter, Chapter 14 as it is, then expected. A lot of Things happened in between - and the Muses took their Time. But a short While ago, I had the Inspiration for the final Chapter - and I think you won´t have to wait longer than Sunday for it. Since the Epilogue is already complete - it will follow the final Chapter much quicker.

Since so much time has passed a short Summary of what has happened so far might not hurt:

Chris von der Marwitz and Sophie Reichenbach come to Heidelberg at the Request of the Lawyer Robert von Hardenberg, from which Chris did not part in a good way, when he left Chris one Year ago. As Chris arrives at Robert´s Offices, she finds him murdered and is ambushed by two Villains. For the leading Police Officer Chris is the primary Suspect. Chris and Sophie find out, that there is a Connection between Roberts Murder and a Mystery of the Past.

Without knowing Chris and Sophie stumble in the Machinations of a sinister Network, which is connected to another Case Chris and her Friends solved a while ago. While the investigate, the Enemy sits not idle on its Hands. To learn what Chris already knows, it captures Sophie to interrogate her. Chris calls in the Cavalry: Her best Friend Anna Romanova, Ragna, and Merit.

Chris and her Friends manage to free Sophie and another Hostage of the mysterious Network. The Enemy is now hell bent to eradicate Chris and her Friends. They fend of the Attack of Enemy - but Chris escapes Death only barely.

But the Story is not over yet: Chris and her Friends make a Breakthrough and discover what the Enemy wants. They take the War to his Dorstep. In the Meantime the investigating Police Officer stumbles into a Trap. Chris attacks the Enemies Lair, there it comes to a Show down. At this Point Chapter 14 will continue.

[LunaDog]

It took much more time to get in Earnest to the final Chapter, Chapter 14 as it is, then expected. A lot of Things happened in between - and the Muses took their Time. But a short While ago, I had the Inspiration for the final Chapter - and I think you won´t have to wait longer than Sunday for it. Since the Epilogue is already complete - it will follow the final Chapter much quicker.

Since so much time has passed a short Summary of what has happened so far might not hurt:

Only when you are ready, Sir, only when you are ready. I'm sure it will be well worth waiting for.

And thanks for the 'recap.' It has been some time, with a few stories to read in the meantime, including some of your very own.

[Caesar73]

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Dear Friend @LunaDog, dear Readers - here it is, Chapter 14. The first Part of the Epilogue will follow next Week. Before reading this new Chapter, I recommend reading the short recap, I posted above! Have fun!

The Files of Art. Inc.:



The Heidelberg Affair - Troubles of the Past


Chapter 14


“Showdown”




Villa von Treskow:

Carl von Winterfeldt laughed. Somewhat maniacal. His cold, blue Eyes fixated on Chris. The Pianist did not laugh. Evenly, she stared back. If the former Tycoon's Reaction did surprise her, she did not show. Her face was a cool marble-like Mask.

Von Winterfeldt had seen that Expression before. Before she had dismembered him. Those cold, crystal green Emeralds that were her Eyes. He looked at her. Looked her up and down. She was tense like a coiled string. Her gleaming Katana pointed to the Floor. Unwavering. Blood dripped from its Tip. Friedrich´s Blood. And to von Winterfeldt´s Surprise, he felt some sort of Regret.

He had held his Personal Guard in high Regard. Deep down, he had feared, no, he had known that Friedrich would be no Match for Christine. For him, the Blonde would be forever Christine, not Chris, as he knew the People close to the Pianist called her.

Things had not gone according to Plan. Twice, he had tried to get back at the Blonde. Twice, he had failed. And he had been so sure. Carl von Winterfeldt smiled. But he was thorough. The blonde Man had a contingency plan - one which would secure his escape. And live to fight another day.

Chris scrutinised the Tycoon. She allowed herself a split second to analyse her Feelings, “Something Sensei Nakamura would scold me for.” It was just a fleeting second, probably less than a second, her keen Eyes never left von Winterfeldt for the shortest of Moments “I feel nothing for you, Carl. No, that is not true. It is not hate. For hating you? I would have had to love you in the first Place. I never did. You wanted to possess me, you saw in me a Figment of your Imagination. Not what, what who I am.”


She faced the blonde Man, a cold smile curling her lips. Chris had almost closed the Distance. She was in striking Distance. But von Winterfeldt seemed not to be intimidated in the slightest “I have to give him that” Another lesson of her upbringing in Japan: “Never underestimate your opponent. Respect him.”

Chris remembered a Moment many Years ago when she and Sensei Nakamura had sat on the Patio of his House, cross-legged, after a Ken-Jitsu lesson. As he often did, her Sensei taught when he expected him not to. “Why should I respect my Enemy, Sensei? He is just an Enemy!” the much younger Christine had asked her Teacher.

“Christine Sama” Sensei Nakamura had graced her with a long, knowing look “An Enemy is never just an Enemy ….” And her Sensei had delivered a Lesson, which was among the many Things he taught her, one of the most important. Not that the young Chris had known this at the time.

The Blonde focused again. It had been a Moment only – but it felt much longer “Carl” She smiled cooly “It seems you lost again. Your Pawn fought valiantly, but he lost” One had to know the Pianist very well, to recognise the smallest Ounce of regret “Who shall hinder me from finishing what I started? Back in the Adlernest.”

Sarah McKenzie followed the Scene before her intently. She understood Chris only too well. Understood the strong undercurrents “Do nothing stupid Blondie” One Part of her knew, though, that the Pianist would do nothing stupid right now.

“You are not Man enough anymore to get my Hand, my Eye, my Breast – Carl” The Pianist smiled coldly “Tell me, who shall hinder me?” Chris raised her Blade, its razor-sharp Tip just Millimetres away from her Opponent´s Larynx. Von Winterfeldt could not do anything else: He had to admire the Artist. For her Composure.

“Hinder you?” He chuckled, “Me?” I am a defenceless Man, surrounded by armed Amazons” He smiled at Sophie “And there you are, Sophie Reichenbach. I had such big Plans for you – I still have!” Sophie did not break Contact “Carl,” The Lawyer replied evenly, “Plans are just that: Plans.” Now she smiled, “Your Plans failed – again. That´s a bad Habit, don´t you think?” She paused, “For someone with your Ambitions. You know the Old Testament? What did the invisible Hand write on the Wall in Babylon, at Belshazzar’s Feast? What is the Writing on the Wall? Carl?”

The Woman, who looked so much like the young Sophia Loren, quoted in Hebrew:

"MENE, MENE, TEKEL, UPHARSIN"
(The Biblical Prophet Daniel interprets these Words as a Prophecy of the Fall of the Kingdom of Babylon)

Anna Alexandrovna Romanova was impressed. Sophie did not lose it. She had scored a Hit, as she could see by von Winterfeldt´s barely hidden Rage. And Anna knew how difficult this Situation must have been for the Lawyer: To face von Winterfeldt in Person finally again after this Time. Sophie had kept her cool.

Sarah McKenzie broke the Spell:

“Chris, why don´t you just sever his head? I know you are all Bushido, Samurai, and such …. “ The Canadian smiled at von Winterfeldt “The World is a better place without some People …”

Von Winterfeldt was clearly amused “The Black Lady”, he chuckled, “Now so righteous? The Assassin who shot your former Fiancé, Christine?” He turned to the Blonde, “Remember the Moment his Blood and Brains spread on your Face?”

Chris just stared back. Her Face blank, white Marble. Anna remembered that Moment only too well. Back in Hamburg, two years ago. And could imagine what it cost her best Friend to keep a straight Face. The Russian knew in her heart that Chris would never give von Winterfeldt the Satisfaction he scored a Hit.

Chris's smile was genuine, and her melodious Alto Voice was even:

“My dear Carl,” The Blonde paused, smiling benevolently, “Sarah made Amends for her wrong Deeds. She saved my Life” Carl von Winterfeldt felt uncomfortable under that cool green Eyes Scrutiny “You think yourself a Gentleman. But you only think you are. Sarah is noble!” Now the Pianist smiled – a tad mischievously – at the Canadian, “Even if you deny it! I do know you do!”

She turned to von Winterfeldt, “Why don´t we finish what you started?” The Blonde smiled sweetly, “You sorry excuse of a Gentleman?”

Theda von Treskow had followed the Exchange with rapt Attention. It had been a Duel. Not fought with Blades – but with Words, that were just as sharp. The Lawyer dared a Look around. Everybody´s Attention seemed fixed on von Winterfeldt. Maybe she could use this to her Advantage … “Don´t even think about it!” A slightly husky Alto Voice whispered in her right Ear and a heavy Hand pressed her down in her Seat again, “The Icelandress!” It shot through Theda´s Mind. The herculean Blonde had an enormous Presence.

Ragna kept von Treskow under Control – and focused on Chris and von Winterfeldt:

“So, Carl!” Chris addressed the tall blonde Man, who seemed anything but nervous or frightened “He seems so damned sure!” She shot a Glance at Natalie. The Investigator´s Eyes were wide “Will you yield!”

“No, Christine” the Tycoon smiled “I won´t – as you so succinctly put it – yield. I will take my leave and go free. What do you do with them?” He nodded at von Treskow and her Maid, “That I leave to you. Theda has failed – she is of no use to me or the Cause anymore.” The Redhead froze at that announcement.

“And you think we will just let you go?” Chris's Eyebrows rose, her green Eyes drilling in von Winterfeldt´s blue ones “I never took you for a Fool.”

“Ah!” von Winterfeldt smiled “Here comes the Catch! Listen, Christine: If you have a closer Look at your Friend Natalie´s Breast, you see a Girdle, notice the blinking Lights! You know what this is?” Chris and Sarah exchanged a look, and the Masterthief nodded imperceptibly, “Yes – a Bomb. A Bomb with enough Power to blow everybody in this Room to Pieces. Only I know the Code. Any Attempt to disarm it, to disarm the Bomb, will fire it! So here is the Deal!”
Von Winterfeldt´s Voice was cold as Ice now “You will let me go. When I am in a safe Distance, I will send you the Code. To ensure your Well-Behaviour,” Now the Tycoon smiled even more broadly “One of you will come with me. I will leave her at the Extraction Point, I have chosen – with the Code to disarm the Bomb.”

Silence greeted those Words. Anna was fuming and ready to shoot von Winterfeldt in an Instant “Don´t Anna” Chris shook her Head slightly “Very Wise, Christine” the Blonde smiled at Chris, the Scar disfiguring his Face, making his Smile even more sinister.

“Who shall it be?” He looked from one to another, “The Grand Duchess?” Anna´s Eyes shot Daggers “Sophie?” The Lawyer stared evenly back, “The Valkyrie Ragna?” The Blonde´s face betrayed nothing “Natasha? The Black Lady?” He smiled at the beautiful stony Faces “Any Volunteer?”

“Cut the Crap Carl,” Chris said calmly and stepped forward “I will be the Hostage.” Von Winterfeldt was surprised. The Blonde did not display any Emotion. None. She spoke in that calm and controlled Voice he knew, “Chris, you can´t ….” Anna protested “I can, and I will. Trust me, Anna. I know what I am doing.”

“You should believe her”, the blonde Man chuckled,

“Carl,” Chris addressed him, “This is our Deal then: I will accompany you to a Point of your Choosing. There you will let me free – with the Codes to disarm the Bomb. You swear to that on your Word of Honour as the Offspring of the noble House von Winterfeldt?”

The two Opponents locked Eyes. Finally, von Winterfeldt nodded and stretched out his artificial right Hand. Chris gripped it firmly, “Noble to the Core Christine von der Marwitz”, he nodded slightly. The Pianist said nothing.

Instead, she stepped back and turned to Anna. Chris removed the Sheaths holding her Katanas, her Tanto and gave them to Anna. The Pianist and the Violinist looked at each other. They needed no Words. Anna bowed slightly as she took over the Blades.

Von Winterfeldt followed the Scene and watched as Chris unholstered her Gun and Combat Gear “Sophie?” “Yes, Chris” The Lawyer nodded, took the Gear, and stepped back. The Pianist turned and faced her Adversary “And now Carl?” A small ironic Smile curled her Lips “Now” the Tycoon smiled “I want you to redress into something more Ladylike – I guess something can be found in Theda´s Wardrobe” He smiled at the Lawyer, who glared at him with undisguised Hate “Your Maid will assist Chris” The Villain smiled sweetly at the herculean Blonde.

Theda nodded slightly. And Brianne of Tarth escorted Chris outside and upstairs. Sophie was fascinated. Chris seemed to be entirely relaxed, the Lawyer could read her Friend´s Body Language quite well “Hopefully she gets no other Pain-Attack right now …..

A strange calm filled Chris as she followed the herculean Maid “She is just as tall as Ragna,” the Blonde observed as they walked upstairs “But Ragna is more athletic” They turned left and followed a Corridor “Left Door!” “Brianne,” said gruffly. Chris opened the Door and stepped into von Treskow´s Chambers.

The Atmosphere in the Cabinet was tense “I hope you know what you are doing, Blondie!” Sarah McKenzie mused, “You always are chivalrous to a Fault!” She scolded the Blonde inwardly. But something told the Canadian that Chris knew exactly what she was doing. Von Winterfeldt seemed amused by the Phalanx of stony, beautiful Faces “Don´t tell me this is not Fun, Sarah!” The Prussian Renegade teased the black-haired Masterthief, “Your Taste leaves something to be desired, Carl” She smiled sweetly back, “Enjoy your Triumph while you can.”

“Oh, believe me, Sarah! I will, I most surely will!” He listened, “The Lady is ready for our little Road Trip!” He smirked. Now Sarah heard it too. The measured Steps of High Heels neared the Door. Chris stepped over the Threshold …..


Villa von Treskow: 20 Minutes later:


“That arrogant Bastard!” Anna fumed “The next Time we meet, I hit him between the Eyes!” The Russian paced the Floor “But he is a clever Bastard, you must give him that!” Natasha Bolkonskaya smiled “I mean to take von Treskow´s Car instead of his own? We did not plan for that Case. Beautiful Ride though Theda!” The Russian grinned at von Treskow. The Lawyer mumbled something in her packed Mouth and glared at the Russian

As soon as von Winterfeldt and his Hostage had left the Estate in the silver W 198 Mercedes Cabrio, built in 1958, Natasha and Ragna had restrained their unwilling Host and her Maid, each one to one of the sturdy wooden Chairs. Wrists and Elbows wielded together behind the Chairs' Backs, the Legs tied together at the Ankles, under the Knees, and above the Knees.

With great relish, the Russian and the Icelandress had removed the Ladies´ Heels, tied their nyloned Toes together, and tied those to the Wrist Bonds, so that the Toes barely scratched the Floor.

“What know?” Anna challenged the Master Thief, “Now, we wait” The Black Lady returned calmly, “20 more Minutes. Then you Anna and Ragna and I pursue them!” She looked at Sophie “You and Natasha will take care of our Guests.”

“Pursue them?” Anna looked crestfallen at the Masterthief “But we have no Idea where they are going ….”

“We will see!” Now the Canadian smiled that infuriating “I know it all” Smile Anna hated so much “If you are wrong, I kick your Ass!” The Violinist promised.

“Be my Guest!” The Masterthief smiled.

“Later” She smirked.



On the Motorway A 5 South:


“Isn´t that a wonderful Day, Christine?” Von Winterfeldt steered the Mercedes Cabrio South. It was indeed a warm, pleasant Day End of March. To their Left were the soft green Hills of the Kraichgau, to their right, the Rhine Plain. It was warm enough to drive Cabrio. Chris would have agreed if she had been able to speak.

Any Observer would have been unable to determine that the beautiful blonde Woman, with the sapphire blue Silken Headscarf and the stylish Sunglasses, was blind and dumb. Blind, because the Sunglasses blocked any Light out. Dumb, because the crimson Red Lips were taped shut with translucent Tape. A large Nerfball ensured her Silence, “Not that I have any Desire to make Small Talk with him.” Chris scoffed.

Chris thought back: Under careful Supervision of “Brianne” the Blonde had stripped down to her black Bra, Panties, and nude Hose. She then donned a stylish Blue Brocade Dress by Nathan Couture. Chris had found out that the Navy Blue Gianvito Rossi 105 Pumps fit her almost perfectly …

Von Winterfeldt was a very good Driver and steered the Cabrio with great Skill “You like driving Oldtimers too?” He chuckled, “I forgot my Manners, Christine, you cannot talk right now” The Blonde steered ahead and concentrated. Her heavily shackled Wrists rested in her Lap “The Bastard has shackled my Ankles too!” Chris fumed. She was tempted to visit the inner Courtyard of Himeji, not to listen to von Winterfeldt´s Smalltalk … but she resisted the Temptation … “I have to stay alert. I have no Idea, where we are going …”

“I wonder” Von Winterfeldt broke her out of Reverie “I wonder, what von Hardenberg meant to you? What could a Man like him give a Woman like you?”

If the Villain had hoped for a Reaction?” He was in for a disappointment. Chris´s serene Features betrayed nothing, nor did her Bodylanguage “Robert gave me more than you Excuse of a Noble ever could,” Chris mused to herself “Too bad you are so uncommunicative”, Von Winterfeldt scolded her mildly “I am sure you would like to know, where we are headed!” He chuckled, “You will like the Surprise!”

Chris had deduced, though, that they were driving South. Her inner Clock told her they were on the Road for roughly an Hour. 15 Minutes later, they veered left ….Now the Blonde had a rough guess where they were going ….. “We are headed West …” West that meant the Rhine, West, that meant the German Border, that meant the Alsace ….”


On the Motorway A 5 South, later:



Anna drove like the Devil “There is no need to run us into a Tree” The Black Lady scolded the Russian “You look a bit green in the Face” Ragna grinned “It´s just the Light” The Masterthief tried her best to keep a straight Face “You know, where they are headed” “Let´s say I have an educated Guess” Sarah McKenzie smiled “Maybe Anna, maybe not” “Don´t tell me you trust that double-crossing Traitor” the Russian scoffed.

“No, dearest Anna”, The Canadian smiled mysteriously but grew serious “I don´t trust him of course, but Chris played this clever: He really believes himself to be a Nobleman of Old. He won´t go back on his Word of Honour. That would be bad form – and what is more? He wants desperately Chris´ Recognition – on a certain Level he loves her still.

“Hell freezes over before Chris would love that Bastard!” Ragna commented in her husky Alto Voice.

The Black Lady smiled “Any Idea, is there anybody the Warrior Princess has set her sights on?”

Ragna and Anna exchanged a look “There might be a Candidate – she would never admit it though” The Russian smiled “Let me guess” The Canadian looked at her Tablet “I have a certain Idea ….”


The D 28, Alsace:


“We have just crossed a long Bridge” Chris sensed “So we are truly headed to Alsace, but where to?” Carl von Winterfeldt shot the Blonde a Glance. She sat still like a Statue. Now and then, her Shackles clinked when the Pianist moved her Wrists or her Ankles a little. Against his Will, he was impressed, “She really seems to be relaxed” “You still have no Idea where we are going, right? He smiled. This Time, the Pianist mumbled something “Too bad” Von Winterfeldt chuckled “My Gagglish is a bit rusty.”

Chris stared ahead “Anna is truly a Force of Nature” the Tycoon continued conversationally “If she could, she had ripped me apart, right? I envy you for having such a close Friend.” The Pianist was surprised, “He sounds entirely sincere” “You went through Hell to save her my Sources tell me, through the Desert.”

Von Winterfeld chanced the briefest of Glances at Chris. And for a fleeting second, he was sure to have spotted a Reaction. But it was gone as quickly. If it had ever been there in the first Place …. He looked at his expensive Patek-Philippe “It isn´t far anymore, Christine, just 30 Minutes. You still wonder if I keep my Word?” A Smirk crossed his Face ….

“No, I don´t” Chris scoffed “You are a double-crossing Son of a Bitch after all!”


Villa von Treskow:


“So”, Natasha smiled “This is better!” “And you think that was truly necessary?” Sophie raised her Eyebrows “One can never be sure enough” The Russian shrugged “Besides, it is fun!” “Right,” Sophie shrugged. Not that she harboured any Sympathy for von Treskow, but at Times the Russian had way too much fun with these Games: Natasha had blindfolded the two Captives, bared their Breasts, and applied Nipple Clamps.

Sophie walked to the Trolley Natalie was strapped to. Only her Eyes were visible “Sorry Natalie” she said gently, we cannot remove any Part of your Bondage before we disarmed the Bomb. Softly she stroked Natalie´s leather-covered Cheek.

Would the Sarah, Anna, and Ragna rescue Chris´ and get the Code?


Ouvrage de Schoenenburg:


Carl von Winterfeldt stopped the Cabrio at a large Clearing in the Woods. From here, one had a perfect view across the Rhine Plain. Ouvrage de Schoenenburg was Part of the Maginot Line, a massive Line of Fortresses and Bunkers erected by the French in the 20s and 30s to fend off any German Attack in a future War, after WWI. In WW II, the Maginot Line proved largely useless, since the German Armour attacked through the Ardennes:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=do_dLadSG9o

Schoenenburg was one of the Larger Artillery Works. Every Fortress had an Emergency Exit. Schoenenburg was one of the few Works, that possessed two – and the second one had been all but forgotten. This Location was von Winterfeldt’s Extraction Point.

He checked his Watch: 30 Minutes. He had to hurry “We are there” the Blonde, who looked so much like Reinhard Heydrich, one of the Architects of the “Endlösung” and one of Himmler´s most trusted Paladins, told his Passenger. He got out of the Mercedes walked around and opened the Passenger Door. Chris knew what was expected of her and swung her shackled Ankles out of the Car. She felt Grass under her Heels “Get up” Von Winterfeldt helped Chris to her feet. The Shackles allowed for small Steps only “I will lead you, just tread carefully mind you!” Surprisingly gentle her Handler led Chris along.

“Always the Gentleman” the Pianist mused darkly but concentrated on her Footing. She stumbled only once or twice before von Winterfeldt signaled her to stop. Patiently she waited. They had stopped before a well-hidden Entrance to a Bunker: The second Emergency Exit. The Lock of the massive armoured-Steel Door was a new one – as was the Key, von Winterfeld produced out of his Pocket. It fitted perfectly ….

A Wave of cool dry Air hit Chris in the Face as the Door swung open, noiselessly thanks to well-oiled Hinges “Come” von Winterfeldt said and took her again, by her right Upper Arm “Mind your Step, we have to clear some Stairs”

“Comedian” Chris fumed but shuffled along. The Air was cool and dry – and grew cooler with every Step down … “A Bunker” the Blonde concluded “The Maginot Line”


On the D 28, 30 Minutes away from Schoenenburg:


“How far?” Anna grew impatient with each Minute “You sound like a Child Anna” Sarah McKenzie mocked the Russian “Mama are we there? Mama, I need the Toilet! Mama? Alex eats my Chocolate!” The Violinist mumbled something “We will be there in Time!” The Canadian said calmly “I have never been in the Alsace” Ragna commented “Those little Villages, the many Vineyards? We have to come here sometime!” “Right,” Anna mumbled “Maybe when this is over!”


Ouvrage Schoenenburg:


Chris had counted three Floors as they stopped. “We are there, Christine,” Von Winterfeldt told her. “Alas, we have to Part Ways now. Don´t worry! Your Friends will be there on Time! Hopefully!” “That arrogant Bastard,” Chris fumed, “He is doing something!” She heard the clinking of Chains … a Pulley? The Blonde had not to wait long for the Answer. The Tycoon fastened something to the Shackles around her Wrists … The Sound of an Electric Motor. A sharp pull at her Wrists. Merciless, her Arms were pulled upwards – till she had to balance on the Tips of her High Heels. Chris managed barely.

“What a wonderful Sight you are, Chris!” Von Winterfeldt laughed. Chris growled something back through her Gag. “You are so cute when you are angry!” He teased her some more, “Let me see those emerald Eyes of yours!” Chris felt he pulled the Glasses off her Eyes. She had to blink till her Eyes adjusted. They were in a concrete Chamber, maybe 10 by 10 Feet. Von Winterfeldt stood before her, clearly amusing himself as she struggled to keep her Balance.

“I keep my Promise to give you the Codes!” He pulled something out of his Pocket: A Roll of Paper in a small Plastic Bag. Von Winterfeld closed the Distance and pulled first Chris´ Skirt, then her Hose, and then her Panties down.

Chris glared at him as he inserted the Roll into her Vagina before he adjusted her Clothing. The Blonde´s Eyes shot Daggers. “As much as I would tarry longer,” Von Winterfeldt smiled, “I have a Train to catch, as they say! Let us make you more comfortable, shall we?” The blonde Man bowed down and pulled first the right, then the left Heel of Chris´ Feet. Now she had to Balance on the Balls of her Feet.

“My Parting Gift!” From his Shoulderbag he produced a rectangular Box. He put it on the Floor and pressed a Button. Von Winterfeldt stepped aside, and Chris could see red digital Digits counting backwards.

Chris glared at him. “You didn´t really believe I would keep my Word?”

He turned on his Heels and waved Goodbye. “See you in Hell, Chris!” He hurried upstairs and Chris listened till his Steps vanished in the Distance ….

The Blonde cursed – and tugged at the Shackles holding her Arms high above her Head. Her Feet already hurt …


Ouvrage Schoenenburg: Not far from the Clearing


“It cannot be far now!” Sarah McKenzie encouraged Anna “Turn left there!” She pointed ahead “Guns at the Ready!” Ragna listened, flapping Sounds “A Helicopter!”


Inside the Bunker:


Von Winterfeld was a bit out of Breath as he reached the Entrance of the Bunker and stepped onto the Clearing. He banged the Door shut “Goodbye Christine! This all could have ended differently!” He heard the Sounds of Rotors. Von Winterfeldt looked up and smiled “Just in Time!”

A white Helicopter landed on the Clearing. The Tycoon hurried to the Side door, which had opened … suddenly, Gun Bursts ripped the Air. Von Winterfeldt threw himself to the Ground, pulled himself upward, and stumbled forward. One Burst had barely missed him. Very close. He had felt the Heat of the Bullets, missing his left Ear barely.

The Helicopter´s Crew returned the Fire. Forcing the Shooter to take Cover. He reached the Door. Hands pulled him inside “Let us help you Sir” The Helicopter took off. Another Burst hit the Ground, where von Winterfeldt just had stood. The Door was shut.

The Helicopter made a sharp turn.

Von Winterfeldt smiled. he had made it. “Too bad your Friends came just in Time, Christine … so we will see again … and next Time ….” A grim Smile crossed his Face.


On the Clearing:


Anna stood now upright and fired a long burst after the Helicopter. And missed. Fired a second Time.

“Stop firing, Grand Duchesse Alexandrovna Romanova!” a sharp voice bellowed across the clearing. Anna cursed in Russian but put her rifle down. The Black Lady stepped closer, followed by Ragna. Both had their assault rifles shouldered. “I could have hit him!” the Russian yelled at the Canadian. “That was not the mission, Romanova,” the Canadian explained calmly. “What is our mission, Grand Duchesse?” The two women locked eyes, and Ragna had to smile. “A contest of wills! They can both be so stubborn! "

“Right,” Anna finally conceded, “ The Mission is to get the Code and to rescue Chris!” “I am glad you remembered my Child!” The Canadian smiled. Anna was about to snap something back, “Where is Chris?” Ragna interrupted – and broke the Tension.

“Where did the Bastard come from?” Anna mused – and looked around, scanning the Area “There!” She pointed to the Bunker Door. They hurried to the Entrance “He didn´t leave the Key right?” “No Anna, he didn´t” The Canadian smiled “But” she inspected the Lock “That should not pose a Problem “I have just the Key!” She produced a shaped Charge from her Combat Gear and hefted it on the Lock.

“Go back and take Cover!” They stepped 10 Metres back and laid down on the Floor. The Canadian pressed a Button on a remote Control. A Detonation. A Plum of white acid Smoke. Anna looked up The massive Door stood ajar. Where the Lock had been, was a ragged Hole. The Trio scrambled to their Feet and neared the Door, Guns at the ready.

“I love it when a Plan works!” The Masterthief smiled as she inspected the Lock. Carefully, she pulled the Door open and peered inside: A rectangular Room. Concrete Stairs led down. “Chris has to be down there.” She turned to Ragna and Anna, “Anna, with me, Ragna, you cover the Door, let nobody pass!”

“Aye,” The Icelandress confirmed curtly. “After me! Anna!” The Canadian and the Russian hurried carefully down the Steps.


Three Floors down:


Chris had heard the Detonation. She was busy to keep her Balance. Her Arms hurt, her Feet too – and the Cold crept upwards through her nyloned Soles. Her Eyes fell on the Bomb: Five Minutes left …. She forbid herself to panic. And then Chris heard it. Hurried Steps. Coming Down. Coming nearer. Two Persons. She allowed herself a bit to relax. Now the Steps were clear. Two Persons.

And then Anna and Sarah stood before her. The Canadian eyed her up and down “One cannot leave you one Second alone right!” Anna interrupted her “Look, there!” And pointed at the Bomb. Without obvious Haste, the Canadian bowed down and inspected the Explosive Device. Her Hands glided above the Display. Pressed a few Buttons. The Countdown stopped ….

The Black Lady stood, turned around, and smiled at Chris, mischievously. “And where was the Problem, my Love? There were two Minutes left?”

Chris glared at the Masterthief and ripped at her Chains.

“You have an Idea what she wants?” The Canadian shrugged “I guess she wants us to let the Pulley down!” Anna smiled – went to the Wall and pressed a Button. Chris sighed in Relief as she was let down – even more so as she could finally stand flatfooted on the Floor. She shook her shackled Hands “I guess my Services are needed” The Black Lady smiled.

“Don´t overdo it!” Anna chided her mildly.

“I will kill them both! I will kill them slowly!” Chris fumed – but willed herself to Patience.

The Canadian produced a Set of Lockpickers and inspected Chris´ shackled Wrists “They are well padded!” She joked, which did nothing to assuage the Pianist “The Lock is good, but it shall not pose a bigger Problem!” The Canadian patted Chris on her left Cheek. Chris glared at the Masterthief “Right?” the latter smiled mischievously “Let us get you out of this!”

Chris noticed, that neither Anna nor Sarah made a Move to remove the Gag first. The Russian watched intently as the Canadian made short work of the Lock “Always a Pleasure to see a Master at Work” The Russian grinned – but removed the Shackles of Chris` Wrists. The Blonde rubbed them, as the Canadian bowed down to remove the Shackles around Chris´ Ankles.

The Blonde shot Anna a dirty Look and attacked the translucent Tape that kept the Gag in her Mouth. Removing it without damaging the soft Skin of her Lips and her Cheeks took a While. Chris winced as the Strip finally came off – and some more as she opened her Mouth to take the large Nerf Ball out of it. Her Jaws cracked audibly, “Ouch.”

In the Meantime, the Black Lady had removed the Shackles around her Ankles. “Thank you,” Chris muttered as she rubbed her left Sole. It was icy cold.

“Your Heels, Madam?” Sarah McKenzie teased as she helped Chris to step into her High Heels – first the left, then the right one. Chris stretched and winced. The Violinist and the Masterthief watched her intently. “What?” Chris snapped, more aggressively than she meant to. “Did the Bastard leave you the Code at least?” Anna inquired, “He did,” and to the Russian´s and the Canadian's surprise, the Blonde blushed. “Where is it then?” Anna pressed her best Friend.

Chris blushed some more but said no more. Instead, she pulled her Skirt down. The Blonde pulled the Waistband of Hose and Panties away and pulled the small plastic Tube out of her Vagina “Take it, Sarah!” The Thief took the Tube and sniffed at it. “Somebody was pretty aroused!”

“Shut up!” Chris muttered as she adjusted her Clothing “Where is the Bastard?” she demanded, as she fixated on Anna and Sarah “Got away!” Anna shrugged “We were a tad too late!” “Right,” The Blonde nodded “Let us get upstairs and forward the Code, so the others can free Natalie!” Without looking back, she stepped on the first Stair upwards.

“Let´s follow our revered Leader!” Sarah grinned and followed Chris, while Anna brought up the Rear.


The Clearing, a while later:


Ragna scanned the Area attentively. Her Rifle at the Ready. She did not expect any trouble, but one could not be too careful, considering the last Events. Roughly 30 Minutes had passed since Anna and Sarah had made their descent into the Bunker´s Innards. Then she heard. Purposeful Steps. The unmistakable Click Click of High Heels on Concrete.

The Icelandress smiled, she knew this Step, this Rhythm “Chris!” The Steps came nearer. The Pianist could not be far. Ragna stepped away from the Door and turned. A blonde Head appeared at first, then Chris finally stood in the Doorway. Her Expression was stern. Despite three Floors up in High Heels, Chris's Breath was perfectly normal

Her Lady-in-Waiting gave the other blonde the once-over. “Everything all right?” Ragna noticed the red marks on Chris's wrists. “It could be worse.” Now, the pianist's stern face grew softer as she hugged her friend. “Good to see you!” she smiled and broke the hug.

Chris stepped out of the Door and into the Sun. She closed her Eyes and enjoyed the warm Sunshine on her Face. Behind her, she heard Anna and Sarah mounting the last Stairs. But did not turn – instead, she kept her Eyes closed and concentrated on her Breathing, to focus.

Ragna, Anna, and Sarah talked in low Tones and waited. They knew Chris well enough to give her Space. The Blonde would talk when she was ready. Finally, Chris opened her Eyes and turned on her Heels to face her Friends. “Right,” she nodded, completely businesslike now, “Let´s carry on! You sent Sophie and Natasha the Code?” She addressed Sarah, “Done.” The Masterthief nodded, without any Jest. “That is settled then,” Chris smiled briefly, “Von Winterfeldt is gone, so we don´t need to lose any more time here.” She looked at the Cabrio. “It is back to Base, then.” “Too bad,” Ragna grinned, “The Alsace looks really inviting to me!” “It is," Chris smiled, “But another Time! Anna and I take the Cabrio, you, Ragna, with Sarah your Car!”

She looked at her Companions “What are you waiting for?” And walked with long Strides to the Cabrio “You come Anna?”

“Of course, Warrior Princess of the North!” Anna delivered a crisp Salute and followed Chris to the Cabrio.

Ragna and Sarah exchanged a look and grinned at each other.

“She is one of a kind” Ragna smiled as they watched as Chris started, made a sharp U-Turn, and made for the Driveway “That she is” The Masterthief smiled “Come, let´s go!”


Villa von Treskow:


Sophie looked at her Watch, then at her Smartphone. She did not know how often she had done that in the last three Hours. Natasha spent her Time entertaining their Hosts. Theda von Treskow proved to be especially ticklish under her high Arches: The Russian had tied her Feet to a Stool so that her legs were stretched out long before her. Natasha had first used her Nails, then the good old Feather.

Suddenly Sophie´s Phone signalled an incoming Message. Two Messages actually. The Lawyer knew the Signal. That had been Sarah. Natasha had heard it two, she stopped tickling Theda between her Toes and looked at Sophie “What?” The dark-haired Advocate opened the first Message, then the second “The Code” She beamed at the Russian “And they rescued Chris!” A third Signal: “They are on their Way back!”

“Took them long enough!” Natasha grinned “Blondie had to play the Hero again!” Sophie stared at the Russian “Would you have volunteered?” She challenged the athletic black-haired Woman “Probably not” Natasha shrugged unmoved “That Hero-Act is more her specialty you know – Chrissie can be so damned Noble at Times.”

“If she weren´t so noble, you wouldn´t probably be here,” Sophie replied coolly. They locked Eyes.

“Probably not,” The Russian conceded nonchalantly – and stood. “Come let us disarm the Bomb – I am sure Natalie wants to be out of that Prison!” She nodded at the Police Officer who was still tied to the Trolley in her leathery Confinement.

“Right,” Sophie agreed, “Disarming a Bomb is your expertise more than mine anyway.”

“You bet,” Natasha smiled.


On the Motorway A 5 North:


Anna shot Chris a Glance. The Blonde wore the Blue Headscarf again -and her Sunglasses, which the Russian had brought with her. Chris had practically said not a Word since they had left Ouvrage Schoenenburg. The Russian did not press her best Friend. Chris drove at High Speed. The Pianist liked driving fast – as the Violinist knew. Almost as much as Anna herself.

“Ask,” said Chris suddenly out of the Blue – they had just left Karlsruhe behind them “Ask what?” Anna played dumb “Don´t play Games with me Anna Alexandrovna Romanova” the Pianist scolded her – but Anna was sure to detect a ghostly Smile in Chris´ Voice.

“You want to know how it was, being with von Winterfeldt” “And how was it then?” Anna ventured.

Chris paused for a Moment. “It was strange, the whole Situation …. And actually, I was surprised I felt no Hate. I should hate him, you know …” The Violinist waited patiently. “It was more the Absence of any Emotion which I find strange …. If you ask me? He feels something for me still ….” “And that´s why he planted the Bomb with you ….” Anna scoffed. “Because he feels something. If he feels something, it is Hate ….”

For a Moment, they drove along in Silence.

“Why were you so sure we would rescue you in Time?” Anna sounded casual, Chris found. She smiled, “It was a calculated Risk. Sybil developed a new Nano Tracker. We didn´t know it would work – so ….” “So, you confided in Sarah only, I am hurt!” The Russian was not truly angry. “She is the best of us – when it comes to Bombs, Trackers, and the like …” The Pianist stated.

Anna smiled, Chris knew: “You know, Chris, it is forbidden on German Roads to drive barefoot?” The Blonde had kicked off her High Heels as soon as she had put on the Safety Belt. “I know,” Chris chuckled, but it is much more comfortable that way – and accelerated again …


Villa von Treskow:


“Thank you!” Natalie sighed. And took a Sip of her Camomile Tea – she had never dreamt she would drink one of her own free Will one day. Natasha had not needed long to disarm the Bomb. The Russian typed in the Code: The blinking Red Light changed to Green.

Releasing her from her Restraints had taken longer. The most glorious Thing? When Sophie had carefully eased the choke-pear Gag out of her Mouth, “Thank you,” she had whispered hoarsely. The Investigator had lost any Track of Time by now.

She would not tell anybody, but seldom had she enjoyed a Shower more than the one in Theda von Treskow´s spacious Bathroom. Sophie had even found her Clothes – and most welcome? – a fresh Set of Underwear!


Now they sat in von Treskow´s Study. Natasha guarded their Hosts while Sophie was busy in the Kitchen, preparing a Snack for Natalie. “You must be famished,” she had smiled at the Detective, and Natalie was surprised once more: she sensed no ill will on the lawyer´s part. Which was a small Wonder, considering where they had started in the first Place. But Natalie saw the Woman, who looked so much like the young Sophia Loren, differently now. There were not the stylish Clothes and Heels – there was much more than met the Eye to Sophie Reichenbach.

“It is not much,” Sophie interrupted, entering the Room, carrying a Tablet with a steaming Pot of Pasta. “Just Penne al Arrrabiata.” – “That will suffice!” Natalie smiled “I could devour an Ox!”

“Not of this one!” Natasha chuckled Sophie´s Penne will burn your Innards!” A devious Smile crossed her Face – Sophie knew it only too well. “Yes, Natasha?” The Russian´s smile grew broader. “I think I know how we could use some Red Hot Chili to full effect!” She nodded at the two Captives ….

“Knock yourself out!” The Lawyer shrugged, “Come and take something before it gets cold!”


Later: Heidelberg, on the Road to the Schwalbennest:


Chris looked in the rear-view mirror: Sarah, Ragna, and Sophie were close behind. They had stopped shortly at Villa von Treskow. As Chris entered von Treskow´s Study, they found Natalie, Sophie, and Natasha, who were entertaining the red-headed Lawyer and her herculean Maid: Both Women had their Legs stretched out long before them, their toes tied back to their Ankles. They were screaming into their Gags and shifting on their Seats. Their Faces were bright red. Natasha stood next to them and smiled happily.

“What did you do?” Chris pointed at the two Women – The Pianist knew the Russian´s Creativity when it came to entertaining unwilling Damsels. “Nothing too devious,” the black-haired Woman demurred, “I just put some super-hot Chili in their Panties!”

“I see,” The Pianist nodded – and turned to the Detective: Natalie ended her Phone. “I informed my Boss, my People will take over soon.” Then the Detective did something unexpected: She closed the Distance with three quick Steps and hugged Chris tightly – a bit awkwardly. “Thank you,” She whispered, blushing a bit, and broke the Hug quickly. “There is nothing to thank me for,” Chris demurred calmly, “I did what was necessary.”

To herself, she thought, “What a Surprise, considering the Circumstances we met the first Time.” The Pianist and the Detective had not been best Friends at the Start of “The Heidelberg Affair” as they dubbed the Events around Robert´s Murder:

“You will have some explaining to do,” Sophie interrupted them, nodding at the Blood on the Floor, where the Corps of von Winterfeld´s Personal Guard had lain.” The Detective shrugged, “I will stay as close to the Truth as possible – and” Now” she smiled, and it was a Smile full of relief, Sophie found “Max is out of the Woods!” Her Assistant Max had been shot by an Assassin as he covered Natalie with his Body.

“Children,” The Dark Lady interrupted them, “All is well and good, but I think it is the best, we are gone – before the Police arrives.”

Chris and Anna exchanged a look. “Yes, Grandma!” They said in unison.


The Present:


The massive Gates of their Refuge in Heidelberg, the Schwalbennest – a Villa high up in the Woods at Heidelberg-Ziegelhausen – opened and closed behind the two Cars: Von Treskow´s Cabrio and the black Van. They drove up the gentle slopes to the Villa. Nobody would have suspected that a bloody Battle had taken Place here, which Chris had almost cost her Life.

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Resolutely, she dismissed those thoughts. Anna had watched her from the side but said nothing; she knew where her best friend had just been. Smoothly, the pianist parked the Cabrio in the large garage. The blonde slipped off the safety belt, put her high heels back on, and got out of the car, with Anna right behind her. “Let us refresh and meet in thirty minutes in the living room!” “Alright,” the violinist nodded. “I will tell the others,” she added as she waited for the rest of the team. The quick steps of Chris's heels vanished upstairs.

The Blonde entered her Room, entered, kicked her Pumps off her Feet, and the Door shut with her right Heel, threw herself on her Bed, and stared at the beige Ceiling. She saw not the Ceiling, though …. Instead, a stream of Pictures of the last Day´s Pictures ….


The Schwalbennest: 30 Minutes later:



Anna, Ragna, Sarah, Natasha, Sophie, Merit, Sybil, and Rahel were already Present in the Living Room, talking animatedly. Sophie and Anna had prepared some Fingerfood “Look at Sybil and Rahel” The Lawyer nodded at the Tech-Genius and Robert von Hardenberg´s Personal Assistant “Yes?” The Russian smiled “They are hiding something, Sybil almost bursts to drop a Bombshell” Sophie smiled “You noticed too?” Anna smiled mischievously “I did” The former District Attorney smiled “Comes with the Job you know!”

They were interrupted as Chris entered the Room. The Blonde had changed into a comfy mind-green Leisure-Suit. Gracefully she took her Seat, and crossed one leg across the other, Birkenstock-Clog dangling from her right Foot “Thank you all for your Work today!” The Blonde smiled warmly.

Her Gaze rested on Sybil “I have the Feeling you and Rahel” want to tell us something?” “How did you know?” The Brunette who looked so much like the famous Model Chrissy Marie stammered, and blushed “I guess we know you well enough” Ragna teased “The good Soul of the Family” – “Come” the Icelandress prodded Sybil “You are almost exploding!”

“All right” Sybil muttered and exchanged a look with Rahel, who nodded imperceptibly “As you know, we deciphered the Coordinates, Robert left for Chris” She looked at the Blonde, but Chris just smiled “Carry on!”

“Well,” Sybil continued “While you were busy with rescuing Damsels in Distress,” Chris’ Face was unreadable “I heard of that … there were several Damsels to be rescued” The Blonde nodded. Sybil grinned “I heard that too! So, while you were busy, Rahel and I did some Treasure Hunting” The IT Genius paused for Effect “To the Point!” Sarah McKenzie smiled, but the Undertone was clear enough.

Sybil continued “We checked the Coordinates and found out, Robert must have hidden the Evidence in the Gardens of Heidelberg Castle – the famous Hortus Palatinus, in one of its artificial Caves. And so Rahel and I decided to check it out!”

“Someone is in for a thorough Spanking” Anna muttered “But we found it!” Sybil piped up “Show them Rahel, you found it!” Now Rahel Varnhagen, who had said nothing so far, smiled mischievously, pulled a Cushion away, and produced a gleaming metal Box “Let me guess” Chris looked intently at the Dynamic Duo, her Face an inscrutable Mask “You already had a look at it?” Sybil blushed again “We did!” she said excitedly “And it is really Mother Lode! It really is!” The Brunette had noticed the Blonde´s raised Eyebrows ….

Now Chris smiled “I guess, we can postpone the Spanking Anna!” She paused “For now! If this checks out! If not …..” Chris left the last Sentence hanging in the Air. Sophie gulped “Good Job Ladies!” The Blonde smiled warmly now “I was jesting!”

“HmHm” All turned to Anna “I don´t know how you feel!” The Russian grinned “Rescuing Damsels and hunting down Villains make me hungry!” “Hear Hear!” Ragna chuckled “You all are lucky, that Sophie, Ragna, and I prepared Dinner for today already yesterday!”

“You don´t say!” Natasha teased her Compatriot “What´s on the Menu then?” “That” Anna smiled broadly “Is a Surprise!” The other Russian pouted, unabashed the Violinist continued “Dinner is at 0800 PM – and don´t be late!”

“We won´t” The Black Lady smiled “At least I won´t” she added “See you at 0800 PM then!”

The Masterthief had noticed that Chris had left for the Music Room, stealthily she followed the Pianist.


The Music Room:


Gently the Blonde closed the Door to the Music Room behind her. For a Moment she stood just there. A large Panorama Window opened to the South. The Grand Piano stood in the Centre. Something drew Chris to it. She knew the Sensation and gave in to it only too willingly. Chris needed time to compose herself, to clear her Mind – after the Day´s Events. The Blonde sat down, adjusted the Seat, and opened the Piano´s Lid.

Chris slipped her Birkenstocks off and put her Feet on the Grand Piano´s Pedal. She closed her Eyes and breathed in deeply in and out. In and out. In and out. Her Fingers rested on the Keyboard without striking a Key. The Blonde let her Instincts guide her ….

Chris was so deeply concentrated, that she did not notice the Music Room´s Door opened again. A Person entered, and the Door closed as noiselessly as it opened. The Person was always fascinated when Chris played. She had watched Chris´ perform often. As soon as the Pianist touched the first Key, she seemed to forget everything else around her. Sarah McKenzie knew that Playing the Piano was some Way, to clear her Mind: And the last Days had challenged Chris´ Resilience.

The Masterthief watched as Chris touched the first Key, the Canadian smiled as she recognized the Piece: Chopin, the first Bars of Chopin´s Sonata in B flat Minor. What Chris´ played told the Listener as much about her State of Mind, as how she played. Alone that she chose this Composition was telling – not only for its infamous Marcia funebre. The whole Sonata matched Chris´ Mood:

Gracefully the black-haired Masterthief sat down in the Yoga Seat and allowed herself to be taken on a Journey by Chris. As the Pianist played Sarah McKenzie soon forgot the World around her:

Arthur Rubinstein plays Chopin:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Rywgj_oDyog
Rubinstein plays Chopin: Sonata op. 35 (live, correct pitch, HQ)
Marcia funebre: starts at 12.16
Presto: starts at 20.37

Chris´ Hands rested for a while on the Keyboard. She sat there like a Statue, Eyes closed. Sarah McKenzie held her Breath. She dared not to applaud – she feared she would break the Spell of this Magic Moment.

Finally, the blonde took her hands off the keyboard, opened her eyes, and leaned back. The Masterthief sensed a change in the last 20 minutes: "She is at peace." At that moment, the Black Lady decided. “After all this Stress of the last days, you deserve some reward, Blondie – and I already know what!”

Chris turned her Head and smiled, “I don´t recall inviting you in!” “I just couldn't resist,” The Canadian shrugged. “You don´t mind,” the Masterthief teased the Pianist “Actually, I didn´t.”

“All's Well That Ends Well.” The Canadian quoted “Not all, but some Things – at least.” Chris smiled enigmatically.

Sarah McKenzie knew what the Pianist meant: They dealt the Nordstern Trust a heavy Blow and thwarted von Winterfeldt´s Schemes again – but the Tycoon escaped. And they knew he would try again – but they would be ready for him.

“Come,” she said, “Let us join the others. Dinner is ready!”

“Good Idea!” Chris smiled, “Grand Ma,” The younger Woman added ….


The Heidelberg Affair: The End?