KiraVanhelsing

Mysteries Long Forgotten

Once Alden had answered her question, Elsa nodded in agreement. This definitely felt like a multiple person operation, over a single vigilante spy. She still felt there was something strange about the whole thing. It was too clean. Everything just seemed to fit too well. She was still thinking when he inquired about her thoughts. She shook her head slightly before speaking, "Vell I vasn't given much information in Zurich, vhere I was working for the past few years, so I am not as vell informed about London operations. Aside from that, I concur that it seems like a group seems more plausible. I want to show you something though."

She bit her lip, flipping a few pages of the file before she stood up and placed it in front of Alden. She leaned over the desk pointing to a certain article written by a Maurice Clinton. She spoke evenly, "I did, however, find this specific portion quite interesting. Mr Clinton is head secretary for MI6. He's a dinosaur of the industry and has been typing reports for years. Nothing goes through him before it hits the copier. Note this part here. 'List composed on the 12th of December, of 1953 by Roger Duglan, CEO of Kassel Industries at the Gala of Saint Peter.' Now Roger Duglan was the CEO of Kassel Industries, but not in 1953. That was Yorik Manslev. Duglan vas only a minor secretary at the time. Now usually most vould see this as a clerical error, but Clinton doesn't fuck up like that. I've read enough of his work to know, the man is efficient. I've been combing this document for hours to see if there are any other errors. There are none. However, I think this document was altered, and I think that Yorik Manslev's name being left out, is not a coincidence."

She stood up and let him look at the page, before she spoke again, "I know, it's a reach, but I feel in my guts that this is something. I feel like Manslev is key and all I know is ve have to check him out vhen ve reach Prussia. What do you think of all this though?"

Suddenly she saw the clock and her brown eyes warmed, "Oh...it's later then I thought. I should be heading home soon. Ve have an early flight tomorrow and I still need to pack and go over our identities. I want to know all about..."

She pulled up her new passport and blinked, her tone turning to disgust, "Minerva...Vonhammer. Jeez. Who comes up with these. Anyvays about tomorrow. Should I meet you at the airport or are you just going to come collect me at my apartment in the morning? I can give you the address.

The Ministry Reborn (Silver & KiraVanhelsing)

Hahahahaha Two years!?!?!? Good sir!!! Two years!!! Haha

Mysteries Long Forgotten

Elsa listened to him mention his mother, noting that his father was absent. Possibly dead? she mused quietly to herself. She was about to ask when he got up, and suggested they head back to the office. She smirked, standing up herself, whilst she threw on her jacket and beret. She did the buttons up and pulled open her purse, putting a few more pounds on the table for her own meal and tip.

"As kind as your offer is, I think ve should go back to the office. I vould love to go out and see the city but I have boxes filling my apartment and I have no idea which ones carry my clothes or my toothbrush."

Suddenly she was cut off when the drunk man at the bar started shooting off his mouth to the waitress. Elsa felt a sudden rage in the pit of her gut and was about to walk over when suddenly Alden took the lead, his British accent coming out full force. Elsa stood to the side, letting her new partner take control of the situation. She listened quietly but kept watch on the two other men who were watching the debacle with her. One of them was moving to get up, but Elsa just walked up and slapped a hand on his shoulder, shaking her head at him. The young man was slightly startled but unlike his friend didn't have the gumption to try anything. Suddenly both their attention turned to Alden's gun, which was brought out to make a point. The brass knuckle fell to the floor, and Elsa leaned down to pick it up, placing it over her fingers experimentally. She smirked before turning to the waitress after Alden had apologized for the upset. She spoke softly, "The sandwiches vere delicious Darlin. Best I've had in a long time. Now if you ever find yourself in the same situation, call us."

She looked at the boys for a second before she placed the brass knuckles on the counter, "Or use this to teach a man a lesson, his mother should have taught him years ago. Goodnight boys."

She followed after Alden quickly taking a few moments to catch up, "Quite an entertaining night. Shame ve vere having such a lovely evening."

The man in Alden's cuffs was sobering up slightly and spoke out angrily, "You fucking commy bitch. I can show you a lovely time indeed when I..."

Elsa grabbed his arm from behind Alden and yanked it up to an uncomfortable angle. With his arms held together behind his back, his shoulder was stretched out enough to make the man scream. Elsa responded calmly, "I'm sorry...sir, but I believe I vas talking to my partner. If you vould like to comment, please vait your turn, until I am done speaking."

She let the man's arm go as she looked up to Alden and shrugged before they headed into the station. Once the man was booked and behind bars, Elsa followed Alden back to his office, ignoring the looks of interest and disdain she was getting. When the door was promptly shut, Elsa took off her coat and let out a breath, "That poor girl. Too young to have to deal with such barbarism. By the way that is an interesting veapon you have there. Not standard issue I see."

She pulled off her Beret and plopped it on the table taking a seat in the metal chair as she grabbed up some of the paperwork Ms. Celda brought in. She lifted it up and spoke softly, "So I suppose ve best get on this as soon as possible. Do you have any guesses as to whom vould have taken the list? From vhat I've initially read, it was stolen. Very strange to have such a piece of information taken from such a place of high security. There isn't much investigation on how it was extracted. Vhy is that you think?"

Mysteries Long Forgotten

Elsa finished off her sandwich quickly, never one to waste time for food and motioned to the waitress to get a glass of water. She listened quietly to Alden, raising an eyebrow when he mentioned that most women couldn't handle his long hours. No shit about that one. When he answered her question, she felt slightly rebuffed, moving to down the rest of her drink before she looked outside again. Her words were slightly strained, "Nope. No one to mourn my death apart from my parents, and...perhaps...," she paused slightly in thought, "..No. I guess just them."

She sighed her mouth twitching slightly as her thoughts turned sour. She turned to the waitress as she brought over her water and gave her a nod. She took a sip before she turned back to Alden, "So, how about you? Anybody I should send my regards to in the event of your peril? Parents? Siblings? Cat?"

She thought of her own mother and father, who probably were out with the rest of the aristocracy at some opera or something. She loved them dearly, but they had never been as close as she wanted. She supposed her mother never forgave her for going back to the old country after she had done her best to get her out of it.

Mysteries Long Forgotten

Elsa took a few bites of her sandwich, surprised at how good it actually tasted. She smiled at her new partner, as he offered to help out the waitress before he asked her if she was seeing anyone. She put down the sandwich, shrugging, "I've had my offers, but I don't date much. In our line of vork it's easier to remain...untied. So to speak. Not to say a girl can't have her fun."

She took another sip of vodka, "How about yourself? Most men your age are generally married with a baby on the way."

She twirled around the ice in her glass, trying to appear smooth and cultured. When it came to the opposite sex, her experience was minimal unless it was in a work setting. She had to seduce many men in her younger years, but none of those relationships were real. Now that she was a detective/officer, she could separate her life from her work. Unfortunately, she didn't really know how. She tried to date a few times but most of her relationships ended up with her partner getting either too close or too angry at her willfulness. She hated being told what to do, and not many men found it right for her to be so open-minded. Suddenly she had a thought, "You aren't hitting on me are you? You are handsome Mr Großwitz, I'll give you that, but I don't mix business and feelings. I am sure you understand. I may be your vife for the mission but behind closed doors, I hope ve can be good friends. Equal friends. Feelings would ruin it."

She brought up her sandwich and took a large bite, munching quietly as she waited for his response.

Mysteries Long Forgotten

Elsa listened ardently, to him discuss his time in Germany before the waitress approached. She grabbed the menu and read it over while Alden made his order. She then turned and spoke softly, "Uh...I'll have the same, but change that drink to a Stolichnaya on ice if you have it. Thankyou."

The waitress nodded then took back the menu with a wink, "Be back in a smidge."

Elsa watched as the men howled and sneered at the young girl as she passed. She shook her head before turning back to Alden, "It's good to hear that your family vere on the right side after the war. My family vere lucky enough to have a few family members in France, so they escaped a few years before things got bad. I was very thankful for the Allies acceptance of them. We had heard that many of my people vere treated rather roughly after the war."

She looked out the window at a couple walking by, "Not to say that being home would have been any better. It wasn't home anymore, but I'm sure you know that though."

Suddenly the waitress popped up with their drinks and sandwiches, "Here you are! Sorry bout the wait!"

Elsa looked at her sandwich, but instead picked up the drink, sipping it slowly, "Mmmm...at least somethings don't change."

Mysteries Long Forgotten

Elsa pursed her lips, before shrugging as he opened the door walking past him as she spoke quickly, "I happen to like the attention. I've found during my vork that people vho look too hard make assumptions. I choose the assumptions by choosing my outfit. Plus I just love bold colours! The fashion is picking up, I promise you!"

She laughed before following Alden down the stairs, her heels clacking against the wood. She walked past the rest of the officers waving at a few of them with a too sweet smile. As they headed outside, Elsa hustled to keep up with Alden's pace responding quietly to his question, "I wouldn't necessarily say it vas my choice. It was either here or America and let's just say some of us cannot cover our accent as easily. I'm one of the good guy's but American's just see the communist, vith plan's for the Vest's destruction!"

When they reached the Diner, Alden opened the door for her and she gave him a smile, "Thank you!"

She sauntered over to a booth, eyeing the few occupants filling the main dining area, before choosing a booth near the back end of the diner. She pulled off her coat and sat down, crossing her legs, before she began smoothing down her turtleneck. She eyed the gentleman sitting at the main counter, trying to ignore the lewd comments near the back end of the room. "Perhaps I did choose too short a dress.. She smoothed out her expression before she gave Alden a smile, "How about you? Vhy London? Most Kraut's I've met usually despise the Brit's, especially those who have maintained the 'vall?'"

Mysteries Long Forgotten

Elsa kept her lips shut about the knife, not taking the bait and mentioning it again. She smiled at Ms. Celda and spoke softly, "Thank you for bringing us the papers. We will look them over promptly. Also inform Mr. Donovan, that I was thankful for his apartment suggestion. The apartment is stunning and just too my tastes."

After a few interactions of niceties, the secretary had exited the room and Elsa turned to Alden and nodded at his request to go out for a bite. She gulped back the last of her coffee before placing it on the desk. Next she moved to the small rack by the door and pulled down her black wool jacket, and pulled it over her arms. It ended just at the end of her dress. She also pulled down a yellow beret which she popped over her ponytail, "I hope you have a few good suggestions for a place to eat. I am new to London so I haven't tried any of the places in the area. Everyone I've talked to though, recommends the fish and chips!"

She turned back around, nudging past Alden to grab a small red purse which was sitting on the end of his desk, "There all set! How do you like my outfit now. Still too flashy or do you prefer I follow your example of cliche black and white realism, stubble and inexpensive cologne."

She looked up at him with a smirk, watching his reaction at her jest, while she waited for him to open the door for her.

Mysteries Long Forgotten

Elsa pursed her lips at the mention of her knife and the mention of where she got it, "Steal it? Darling, I earned it, and you're the first man I think I've come across who doesn't enjoy this dress."

She sipped her coffee winking at him for a few minutes before she waved away the cigarette he offered, "I do have a few connections in Prussia, I've already contacted another agent in the area who vill pose as our guide. Ludwig Brandenburg is his codename. I don't know if you have heard of him but he's been deep undercover for years. He is villing to help us vith our mission as best he can."

She took another sip of coffee then pulled her feet off the table eyeing the stein held in his hands. Military issue. She would take note of that. She stood up slowly and walked over to his map, "Hard vork you've been doing, Mr Großwitz. Seem's like you've been in London for a while. I'm new to the city, but I can already see it's charm. So have you had a partner before? They sent over your case file to me early, but quite a bit of it was blacked out."

She was about to say something when there was a brief knock on the door. Elsa shrugged as a smarmy secretary with black glasses and a slim polka-dotted dress walked in, speaking in a plucky British accent "Sorry for interrupting Mr Großwitz. I have the new paperwork for Case 2175. Fresh ID's and accounts set up for you both, as to Director Donovan's instructions."

Elsa smiled at the woman and took the ID's from her, reading over them before she handed them to Alden, giggling, "Ah...ve've been married for two years, Mr Brian Vonhammer! Although, it feels as if ve have only just met."

Mysteries Long Forgotten

Ersa laughed at his response, then gave a sweet smile, "Vell perhaps I am waiting to pop it, vhen the conversation turns drab.

She giggled at her joke then nodded as he offered coffee, noting the fact that he was a kraut, "I vould, love a cup. Thank you! If you prefer to speak in German, I can. My pronunciation is vorth crap, but I like to practice?"

She paused for a moment before continuing in English, "So I assume you have read the case file? An important list of rich Soviet elites who escaped the Gulag's has been taken from the British Embassy. Rumours that it is going on the black market in Prussia makes for a very interesting case." She paused when he asked her what she took in her coffee, "I take it with a smidge of cream."

She leaned forward from her chair to take the hot coffee, her dress riding up slightly to reveal a black garter and a sharp Russian Spetznaz knife. She took a sip and gave him a small smile, "Thank you, darling. So have you given any thoughts on how we should play this? Our flight to Prussia is tomorrow, and I figured we better hash out a story before ve valk in blind."