EricWald

Surviving Iceland

Dmirty sat at the kitchen table and opened his laptop. He pulled up the folder of satellite photos that has been sent to him. He zoomed into the pictures. He looked for and counted the number of parked cars near the suspected locations of their target. He searched the photos for other details and made mental of notes of everything. After a couple of hours he rubbed his eyes.

He wondered into the living room to see Sophia still working on the couch. "Well, I'm pleased to see you haven't changed into your pajamas. I've seen you Americans everywhere in pajamas. It's good to see you still working professionally."

He sat down on a easy chair, but did not sit back or relax. "I have it narrowed down to two places where our target is. I have been able to cross off a few places from the list of possible locations. They were all wrong or showed no traffic there. Just two places to check." He looked at the window. "It's still much too early to leave. Later tonight we will conduct our re-con-nais-sance. Are you still wanting to go with me?"

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Dmirty watched punch in the alarm code, deactivating the alarm for the day. He nodded, "Da, I have the code now. I'm impressed; the house is much larger and nicer than I am used to."

He just ate some soup at the cafe, so he wasn't hungry, but he could use a drink. He opened and closed all of the cupboards looking for something. He couldn't find what he was looking for. Then he opened the freezer door. "You people are freaking barbarians." He pulled out a bottle of vodka from the freezer. The vodka didn’t freeze due to its high alcohol content. He poured himself less than half a glass and quickly drank it. I closed his eyes a second and enjoyed the drink. He tells Sophia, "Vodka should never be stored in the freezer." He then put the bottle in a cupboard.

"I might need to do some field work. My contacts narrowed down where the target might be. But I need to check some things before we are ready to act. I do need to look at some photos that have been sent to me. Maybe they will shed some light on where the target is."

He got out a laptop from his bag. He sat down at the table with Sophia and booted up his computer. "Will you want to come with me this evening as I check out some things? Do you wish to stay here when I go?" He wouldn't mind teaching her a thing or two.

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"Da, I smoke." He looked at the cigarette before taking another drag. "I started when I was younger. Most soldiers and many field agents smoke. It gives us something to do as we wait and wait for something to happen." He shrugged and flicked the butt away as they approached the bus depot.

He switched on his English accent as they entered the bus depot. "I must pick up a bag here. I will be done in a jiffy." He led Sophia to a bank on lockers on the wall. He went to the center console of the lockers and entered in a code from memory. One of the lockers popped open.
He grinned as he pulled out a small pouch from the locker. Almost like a fannypack. "There we go. Now, I will feel less naked and more like myself." He buckled the pouch around his chest. "Yes, it's an crude old fashion way to deliver packages, but it still works well. Shall we go to our house now?"

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Dmirty smirked a little as Sophia spoke. He got out his pack of nasty Russian cigarettes as he listened. He lit one up and blew smoke up into the air. The American Eagle stretches her wings, good, I like a woman with some fire.. He dropped his phony English accent as he spoke. "Da, I understand op-er-a-tion-al security." He stretched out the word. "Before we go to the house, I need to go by the bus depot for a minute. It's only a block that way." He nodded down the street. "I need to pick up a package there."

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Dmitry Orlov

Surviving Iceland

Dmitry smirked when he saw her small breakfast. "I thought you would have a large breakfast with eggs, pancakes and bacon. Not such a little bowl." He had to admit to himself that the bowl of fruit was more colorful than his breakfast of earlier today.

"My flight was long, but I could sleep well." he lied. Since the changed planes (and names) so many times across Europe, he felt like he spent his whole time boarding and exiting planes. From his younger days in the Russian Army, he learned to sleep almost anywhere and to take many cat naps when he could. But still, the plane flights today were too short.

He pointed vaguely to her breakfast, "When you finish your ..er.. snack, we can go get settled. we can talk and catch up then, yes?"

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Ah, there is my American Princess thought Dmitry. He could always spot the Americans in a crowd. He wasn't too proud, most Europeans could do it. However, Kensington blended in better than most Americans.

He stood up and smiled. He shook her hand and kissed her cheek. It was agreed that they would play as friends for their cover. Perhaps the American supervisors hoped if they pretended to be friends, they would feel like friends. Using an English accent, Dmitry said, "Sophia! It's so good to see you. Yes, I had a relaxing flight. Please have a seat. You must be hungry." He could fake an English accent fairly easily. However, he still has a lousy American accent.

After he sat back down, he spoke with a smile, "We have so much to talk about and catch up on. I'm sure we can find your uncle soon. But let's eat, and get settled before we start caching up." It was Dmitry's job to locate Weissmann. He didn't think it would take too long.

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Dmitry Orlov checked his watch. The commercial airliner he was on was making it's final approach to Reykjavik, Iceland's capital. This was the final leg of his trip. He crisscrossed Europe using three different passports with different names. Perhaps it was over kill to change planes and airlines so much. But habits die hard.

He reviewed his notes mentally. He was to meet Ms. Kensington at Frostbloom Café near the airport. She was an American of all places. He didn't like American women. They were always so bossy and pushy. Why couldn't she be French? He always found French women more to his tastes, more submissive. Never mind that. He had to focus on their mission.

They had to find the Swiss scientist, Dr. Alaric Weissmann. If they were late, millions of people would die. Not finding him in time could trigger world war 3. Dmitry didn't understand the science. Just that Weissmann had cracked the code to creating some super virus. It was Kensington's job to know the science of the virus. They were to work together to find Weismann and determine if he has created any of the virus. Dmitry's superiors let him know he could work with the American woman, but at the end of the mission, he was to bring the code and any created virus back to Russia. The Americans couldn't be trusted to have them.

He retrieved his small checked bag from luggage claim. Then off to the cafe. He didn't see the American woman. He had her picture, he could only assume that she had his too. He sat down and ordered some soup to wait for the American.

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It must have been Dmitry's bad accent that caused the waitress to think he said soap and not soup

How high can we count before a mod gets involved?

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