Quindaro

Mysteries Long Forgotten

Breathing he was able to see, his partner, it looks like there was a larger force at play in this game, and they may be outgunned here, especially with them not being on home turf. "They certainly tried to carve me up a bit..." He said giving her suitcase to her. He started moving, the adrenaline was starting to kick in as he could feel more closing in.

Alden and Elsa were pulled apart and were expected to die in a joint assassination, but it would appear that the targets they were assigned to kill, won't die as easily as they hope. He could hear the outrage from Elsa as they walked out, then as he felt her push, he instinctively brought up his own suitcase as he took off out the front door. Feeling the wiz of a bullet fly by, he moved over to the cab that Elsa had gotten to. He felt something prick him, but it wasn't anything as he kept running. Trying to get to the other side of the taxicab, taking cover from the incoming fire. When she made the call, he decided to follow it, "Consider it done..." He muttered as he moved to start to get the car working while she kept an eye on their assailants. Taking the borrowed trench knife he dug it into the wire compartment cover and wrenched it off. it took him a moment or two but he finally hotwired the car "Get in! He said as he climbed into the cab and started driving.

He quickly drove them out of the airport parking lot and started moving them toward where they were supposed to be staying. His wounds were finally seeping onto his clothing, and he realized his shoulder wasn't pricked, but indeed now had a 9mm hole through it. It was only when she demanded she would drive he nodded, "The hotel we were to stay at, go there, but we will be staying in a different room. I can make a few calls as well. But... He groaned as he pulled out a med kit from the glove compartment of the taxi. "Our covers are blown without even being able to step foot in the country, so now, we have to get out... the next time they try to kill us, it won't be in a crowded airport." he strained out as he made a makeshift tourniquet to stop too much blood from escaping. "I may pass out from my wounds, but do not.... take us to a hospital, now that we're being hunted we need to not be in the public nor show up on records. Our cover ID's are very likely flagged to hell." He groaned as he pulled out a cigarette and lit it. They were only twenty minutes away before he could call in someone else. He just needed to hope that his arm would last that long.

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He chuckled as she muttered husband, it was very humorous to him knowing that they'd have to play this role, though there was also a certain tension behind it as well. His hand kept with hers as she slept, but he then noticed that she slid to his shoulder and used him as a pillow. Throughout the last leg of the planeride, he enjoyed his stout, remembering the taste of home he couldn't help but to think of how his mother and father were doing. Soon his mind drifted off into the clouds as he stared out the window.

He only re-focused when they descended to land, his attention immediately went to Elsa as she woke with the wheels hitting the tarmac. "I had an enjoyable flight. I'm also glad you slept well." He said giving her a gentle smile as the plane made its way up to the terminal.

===Airport===

As they started out onto the main floor of the Airport, he looked around for a moment. The Airport was massive, two stories, with not many around. Not to mention there was lacking security. Perhaps something of a slow day? He nodded as she had told him to on ahead due to her need to use the facilities. "Alright, I'll get our bags, don't take too long though. We have to get to our room and ready up for tonight." He said giving her one last look as he started for the baggage claim.

Reading some of the signs he started making his way. "Jeez could our bags have gone any farther?" He muttered as he looked at the ticket and a corresponding map that said that it was halfway across the airport. Then he noticed something. An onlooker who seemed to take some interest. Keeping with his course, he looked over to a pair of vending machines and a payphone. Walking up to the payphone, he put a few coins in and called the station. All the while he talked to Sharon, passing along random numbers, but then giving a serial number and his room number. He asked to send his crate of wine to make sure it was there by tomorrow. He also watched from the glass reflection as the strangers kept their distance. Black trench coats, sunglasses, gloves, slacks and some brown motorcycle boots. With the last part of his call, he said key phrase, "Send the kids word of my landing." He said before hanging up. Sharon was one who had the playbook.

As he hung up, Alden noticed there was a distinct lack of guards or people. It looked like there was a pause between crowds. The strangers were also gone. Perhaps he was just being paranoid. But now he was wishing his pistol was on him and not left on his bed. Shaking his head, he planted his hands within his pockets and started to baggage until the crowds started coming back his way. There was something strange in the air as this song had been playing, he knew the song "You Really Got Me" but there was something off about it and the feeling in the air. Tension was what he felt as two guards started approaching him. "Sir, may we speak with you? We have gotten a report of you calling someone and saying strange things. Come with us?" They said as one more flanked him from behind. "I was just calling a co-worker, no need to worry, they were wanting to make sure I made it here safely." Alden said trying to walk past but was intercepted by one in front. "Listen, we just have to fill out a quick screening, then you'll be able to join your wife." The one that blocked him, kept his arms crossed, he was wearing some black gloves. the one behind opened the door to their right and it led to a room with a table and two chairs on either side.

"Sure if it'll make you feel better." He sighed as he caught a glance downward and saw the motorcycle boots, same one as the strangers... He walked into the room, slowly feeling the interrogation room feel start to take hold as one walked in, and the other closed the door and stood in front of it While the third stayed outside presumably to turn away anyone who wanted in. Alden went for the seat until he turned and stood behind it. It was aluminum and the table was steel. "So lads, is it normal for you to wear motorcycle boots or did you forget to wear your regular shoes?" Alden said his hands never leaving his jacket as he faced the both of them as they looked at each other. "Well looks like the disguises didn't work too well..." As he spoke, he strode towards Alden before drawing a trench knife out and lunging at him it was a peculiar knife indeed. From one glance it was American made, and he had every intention of ending Alden's life.

Taking a step back Alden kicked the aluminum chair into him causing him to falter as the other flanked him, a push dagger in hand. They wanted him dead. Going for the lunge with the dagger the second managed to land a slice on his shoulder, but it was too shallow as Alden had managed to avoid the brunt of the blade. The first one was now coming at him as Alden re-aligned and lunged into the second, his right hand cocked from his pocket, his knuckles were lined with brass as he closed the gap and forcibly collapsed the second's airway with a solid punch, assisted by the brass. Choking for air, the first went to slash his jugular artery, but missed due to Alden continuous movement, though he could feel the blade gaining purchase as the tip dug into the suit jacket and pierce into Alden's shoulder.

In pain, Alden fell to the floor for a moment. "How... dare you.... Schweinehund! He said, his German accent was now emerging as the pain coursed through him. Kicking at his attacker, he could feel the knife turn in his shoulder as it was pulled back out. "Time to die!" The perp said as he went for a full cocked punch with the knuckle part of the knife, trying to bludgeon him. Alden was however able to roll and swiftly kick the man's ankle with enough force to stagger him for just a moment giving him enough time to land a clean punch to the perp's groin the brass knuckles making it ten times worse as the man started bleeding from it and letting out a bloodcurdling scream. "Nicht heute Motherfucker..." He said beating his cheekbone in, before standing over him, his foot firmly planted on the hand with the knife and his other planted on his chest to keep him from moving too much."My turn... Who are you..." He was cut short as foam coursed out of the man's mouth, he'd taken cyanide before Alden could beat the shit out of him some more. The other guy had accidentally choked his down after having his wind pipe crushed.

"Verdammt... My shoulder.... He rose from the dead man in front of him and started undressing to dress the shoulder using his shirt using the clean parts as a temporary bandage he then undressed one that looked to be about his size and put the dark collared shirt on, "Need to get out of this damned airport before we get shot..." he stuck his hand into his pocket, keeping the brass knuckle gripped as he knocked on the door. No response, When Alden cracked the door open, he saw the other guard had walked off somewhere else. Sighing he walked out, making sure that he closed the door. He made his way over to baggage claim and could see his and Elsa's cases were the last on the line waiting for him. His shoulder was fucked until he could get some proper medical treatment, but until then he'd have to be careful. Picking up his case, he used the rollers on Elsa's case and walked to where he last saw her.

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"I understand, though there's not much to worry about, these planes are state of the art, though I can understand the feeling of just not being on the ground. He said smiling over to her as he let her scan over the notebook. He was glad she was amused with most of it's contents. In all honesty, he was more of a dog guy, but cats didn't bother him too much, and fluffy seemed like a sappy enough name for the type of cover they'd be in.

When the attendant came over, he gave her a nod "The darkest stout you've got please." he requested before looking out the window as Elsa offered to pay the check of someone else, he honestly couldn't care what she did with some of the finances, there was plenty to earn from this, and a bit more going to the British government wouldn't hurt too much. The clouds rolled with a fervor, a storm was coming, and it was going to follow them. It was amazing, to think that less than a hundred years ago they only just invented a successful plane, then adapted them so fast that soon after the military was using them, civilians were using them as well, the common man could see the tops of clouds and it wasn't too expensive in terms of maybe once a year or every two years.

Her voice pulled him back to their reality after being lost for a few seconds. "A scar on your torso from 'an accident' gotcha... he said wondering whether it was something to do with her somewhat clouded past, though he had a feeling she'd tell him sometime when she was ready. He gave her a curious look when she asked about anything similar. He then tilted his head to the side and folded his ear forward to show her behind to show scarring on his right ear that was a dark red that progressed up under his hair up on the side of his head. "This would be a 'workshop accident' nearly cut my ear off and gave me scarring up my head." He said letting his ear go after letting her look for a few more seconds.

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As they approached, he sighed as she told him that she was nervous about planes. He could share the sentiment somewhat as well, but he didn't really want to say anything. "It's all yours, I don't mind sitting at the window. He said as they approached the counter to pick up their tickets. The performance kinda made him feel uncomfortable, but he didn't really mind being complemented as such, even though she was just playing her part. "Really like the reactions eh? I do have to say, you sure are the funniest partner the department has put me with yet..." He said setting their luggage on the cargo conveyor belt, before boarding the plane with her. There was a lighthearted childlike fervor to how she worked especially when trying to play a doting wife.

When they boarded the plane, he noticed a few individuals but nothing too out of the ordinary. A stout was waiting for him upon his seating along with the vodka that was requested by his 'wife'. Then as soon as they were moving he felt her grab his arm and squeeze for a few moments before a small apology escaping from her. "So, I compiled a list of these notes that list out a commonality between us and what we would know, so if someone comes asking for one of us, we both can tell a same story." He explains handing her the new notepad that had the first ten pages filled out in his cursive English handwriting. Upon handing her the notepad, he took hold of her hand and gripped her tightly. "Take a few deep breaths... Everything will be okay if you stay calm and hold my hand, and focus on those notes, we'll be back on the ground before you know it. He said giving her hand a squeeze that didn't hurt but definitely showed the strength from his military days.

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He kept quiet throughout the taxi journey, he really didn't feel like fighting Elsa on her fashion style and instead read through some of the notes that he scrawled down the night before, knowing that he needed to have the details down. The only problem was the heckling of his partner and the taxi driver of whom egged her on.

When they arrived at the airport, he got out to let Elsa out, but the cabbie got to her first, so instead, he grabbed her bag and his suitcase and carried them over into the airport. "Have your fun?" He asked keeping the annoyed tone out of his voice as he walked. "Anyway, when we're on our flight I'll cover a few notes with you to make sure that we're covered... at least for most situations." He said, as he gave a few exit strategies a lot of thought, but until they made it he wouldn't know for sure, having all the friends in the world doesn't beat a good bug-out strategy.

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Going through half a pack of cigarettes, Alden read over Mr. Vonhammer’s details. Pretty bland read since the history was practically a desk job and te process of buying and selling horses and different breeds of such. At some points in the night he considered turning down the job, but he would in turn be leaving his new partner twisting in the wind. And even though he didn’t want to admit it, he found her attractive the only thing he’d have to fix is her stupid sense of fashion.

Hours passed, cigarettes burned, coffee was consumed, then he packed the rest of his luggage, keeping the bare essentials, on top of the suits, he had four pairs of casual attire, pajama pants and a few other things including his straight razor and steel comb. After closing the suitcase he looked at his clock and saw it was a little after midnight. ”Better hit they hay or else I’m gonna be late.. He then realized he made a pun by accident and shook his head in disgust in the accidental joke that is Mr. Vonhammer.

Waking up early he showered before packing his soap, shaving once more to make sure he was clean for the next day or so. After he finished up, he put on a regular black and white suit nothing fancy but nothing too casual before leaving his apartment and getting a taxicab for them. Pulling the sheet of paper out he navigated to her apartment. He buzzed for her a few times though she was taking a while. Then she opened the door her outfit worked except for the pairing of bright yellow tights and yellow sunglasses. Good morning... he held the laughter back as he looked at her but was smiling a bit too hard to talk. Then her orange suitcase just caused him to laugh as he picked it up and went to the taxi. ”You really persist on yellows, it doesn’t fit nearly as well as neutral colors especially when it comes to your sunglasses and your legs when you’re in that outfit.” He told her knowing that lying would only reinforce it and she already knows his opinion on the ghastly color.

After a moment he opened the cab door to let her in before climbing in himself.”Well, lets get going before we miss the plane. We’ll worry about your choice of colors later.

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He listened closely, he'd heard bits and pieces about Mr. Clinton and his exploits within MI6. The man was a master at his skillset, of which was transcription. The possibility of the document being altered after leaving Mr. Clinton's hands is very likely. "Alright, we'll roll with your gut feeling then. I'll make a few calls before I get ready to go. If you think it's Manslev, we should start there. He said, knowing a little on the case, but she seemed to have a part to play in the solving the case itself. He brought his hands together and yawned a bit as he looked at the time, not realizing that it was really later than usual.

Then she stated she was going home to pack and learn her cover for their little excursion onto Prussian soil. "I'll be picking you up early in the morning for the plane ride. Though he couldn't believe the first actual assignment he was given outside of Britain would be in Prussia, the other side of the wall...

He chuckled at her words, the names were corny, but they were better than average joe names, the names that would give agents away. "Honestly, I don't know, but it'll get the job done. Though until after this job, I'm now Mr. Vonhammer." He chuckled as he closed the file and stood, tucking it under his shoulder. "So I'll be seeing you tomorrow Mrs. Vonhammer" He said giving her a smile before following her out of the office, but instead of heading out the door, he went to the copy room to see about checking the documents through his friend who was a sergeant within the station. He stayed at the station for a little over two hours longer than what he'd planned, but he had the sergeant give him a proper analysis of the document and he came to the same conclusion as Alden's partner.

Walking back to his Apartment down the road, he walked in, and prepared for the next week. Three suits ready to go at any time a couple magazines for boredom and a passport with his ghastly name and brief boring history. He then went to the mirror and shaved his face clean of any facial hair he had.

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He kept walking down the sidewalk as he kept the perp in front of him, kicking his ankles if he wasn't keeping a good pace. He then turned his attention partially to his partner as she caught up. When the drunkard piped up and interrupted Elsa, he almost moved to do something, but was cut off by the sudden movement of her raising his arms in the cuffs. "Yeah, it was going pretty well. Until this asshole had to start something and remind me that there's still shits in the world." He said as he opened the door for her and the perp. The process of getting him into the books was easy as always, he'd been on file already, but now he'd be facing a bit more of a heavy cost this time around. After reversing the cuffs so they were at the front, he walked him into the cell where they kept several others waiting to be processed for court. "Have fun with that legal doctrine. And I'd avoid saying anymore you'll regret." Alden shot off at him with a smile, before walking out of the shared cell and made his way over to Mr. Barclay. "Alright, now that's out of the way, is there anything else you'd like me to get done before I go to working on this case?" Barclay shook his head, "Not really, things have been pretty quiet so far, though this new one you wrangled is the most news we've had of disturbance in the last few hours. Alden nodded and started up to the office. Let me know if you need anything, see you around.

It was a minute or so later, he made his way up to the office trailing behind Elsa and opened the door for her. When she mentioned the barbarism Alden nodded, When working in this line, pulling drunks out of bars isn't too much of a big deal, this one was a bit more unique due to him pulling his brass knuckles out on me. He then smiled when she noticed his pistol wasn't standard issue. "Yeah, I'm not a fan of revolvers, so I requested something with a bit more heft, and something that was from the older days. Although, the .1911 the Americans carry look pretty nice as well." After saying that, he moved to sit in the comfy office chair. Pulling up a separate file and started reading through on some of the details.

Knocking out one of the cigarettes, he lit it as she asked her question on who he thinks did the stealing, and why it hadn't been more high priority for the British parliament. Well, from what I can gather, there's a few on the inside, that either... wanted to make some extra cash so handed it off, then held off any investigation after it had been reportedly stolen... Or there's a single person within the Embassy who was able to worm their way in and steal the list." he released a small cloud upward. "I have many questions and looking to do when we get there. But my money is on the group. Carrying out something like this, is usually a group effort, and one person waving off an investigation usually raises too many red flags. He said looking up to her. "What's your take on this?"

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He gave her a brief nod, knowing that he could locate her parents in most ways, though from the way she spoke about them, she seemed a bit distant about the topic of her parents. He continued to eat his sandwich, looking as the waitress brought over a water. Then she asked him the same, though the bit about the cat made him chuckle a bit. My Mother in Munich would be good. Other than that, there's no one too special out there for me. He said plainly, before drinking the rest of his beverage. The sandwich was good, though he'd had it many other times in the past, so the taste was the same nearly every time.

He dug into his pocket and laid the exact amount with a bit of change for a tip and left it at the edge of the table for the waitress. He then and started to scoot out of the booth. Well, now that's all ironed out. We'll head back to the office to read down some of this file. Though if you're wanting to see any other parts of London, I'd be happy to show you around.

"I bet she whores whenever she's not workin 'ere. how 'bout it? I'll knob ya nice and quick and you'll get yer tip. One of the rowdy men said rather loudly. Alden looked over to the man, he was from north London, and judging by his voice he was fairly drunk. The waitress looked at them beet red in the face, she only glanced over to see Alden was walking over. "Pardon me what is this I hear? Some drunk fuck that wishes to have his teeth bashed in? Alden said, laying into the practiced British accent. He could sound more German, but he wanted to keep the man from calling him a jerry. How a'bout you fuck off and I'll take this whore over here. He said spitting at Alden's brogue shoes. It was in the moment he did that, Alden gave him one final warning, only this time he withdrew the badge revealing he was in fact an inspector and detective for London and the Crown. Leave this establishment now before I write you a fine... Or worse. Alden said, making his previous threats of violence a bit more obscure. The drunk simply laughed. "Oh mister inspector, what ever will I do? How 'bout I teach you not to fuck with me! The man spat as he withdrew a brass knuckle. But the problem was, he was drunk and was trying to rise out of a booth and hit a Detective standing a meter and a half away. Alden kicked the man back into the booth and withdrew his pistol. Alright charlie boy, you could've kept your fucking mouth shut and listened. Now I'm taking you in and giving you a nice large fine. The pistol was aimed for the mans head, and it was more imposing for the thing had meat and a longer barrel than what most were used to. Upon seeing the pistol, the drunk let the brass knuckle down with a clatter to the floor. Fun fun, to go to the brig, but don't you worry ms waitress. I'll be comin' back for that juicy rump of yers. Alden struck him across the face with the longer barrel only a moment later before grabbing his shirt collar as he dragged him out of the booth onto the floor to arrest the man. "Really need to know when to shut the fuck up..." Alden said as he secured the man's hands behind his back and holstered his pistol. Here, this will cover for today, please have a good day Ma'am. Alden said giving her bit more directly as a tip, but to also apologize for the problems.

Taking no more time, he hauled the man to his feet and started walking out of the Diner. Assuming Elsa was following shortly behind.

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He continued to eat as she spoke, she definitely was the type to not stay down with one person. Though when she moved on to him, he washed the food down with a little bit of Guinness. "Yeah, but most men also don't become detectives after leaving the army. That and I just haven't found one who can deal with my long hours and lack of attention at home." He said taking another drink, Besides I've got way too much to do, and having a kid right now isn't a priority for me so I'm not worried about it..

He continued to eat into his sandwich a bit more, he thought about the girlfriend he had before the army, and knew if he could find another like her, then maybe things would be different. But she left him for another older gentleman who had the wealth and the lifestyle seduced her into marriage. So he was happy for her but sad because she didn't wait for him to be done. Maybe that was a reason he moved to London...
"No, I'm not interested in anything but my work. I was just wondering if you had anyone that would be looking for you if you had to do long hours at the office. Or in the unfortunate event of your death if there was a loved one that I could pay my regards to." He said in a solid tone, professional as always.

He took a few more bites, washing down the sandwich in tow as he waited for her to ask him anything.