A/N
I didn't expect things to escalate so quickly in this chapter, but it's a way better than the long description of him hiding his double life each chapter.
George started to settle down in his new job. He liked the position so far. It was a complete opposite of his last job as an accountant. And the best thing on it was that he and Meg were now both working in the same company, so they now had a chance to see each other regularly every day at work.
Working as a technician looked quite interesting. It combined the office with the manual work, but he didn't mind. It was better and more fun than still accounting.
It was an engineering company and thus he was assigned to the position of the technician who was in charge of the machines in the factory. It could be said, with its economic education it was a surprise for his new employer that he has technical talent. George of course didn't say where he learned technical work as well.
His family and so he himself was politically right wing, despite that it was still truth that he hated accounting.
However, one of the goals of his view has become products which the company which gave the new employment to him has produced.
Steel components and pipes.
He knew how to make a pipe bomb, and he saw in his new job also a chance how to supply the group. Seeing it first time he realized he must find again a chance to see the other members of the IRA he was in group with and tell them about his new job.
"Do you like the job George?" Meg asked during one of his first shifts as a technician as she saw him working at the machines along with documenting production stats.
The young man with a little dirty hands smiled as he heard her.
"This job reminded me a bit of my childhood Meg." George said and continued "When Dad had a business he often took me in and show me the craft."
Meg started helding his hand and was a bit worried when she saw how his face went from smile to a sad look. He looked at her.
"M-maybe I'm not suppossed to be just an employee at all. Maybe I should follow his footsteps and start a bussiness. I feel that even this work is mentally exhausting me even though it is better than accounting."
She stroked his cheek and he closed his eyes for a while.
"George.." She said with a caring voice and then continued "Do you know by what you have this feeling?"
He then looked at her again waving his hands.
"I just feel that I have for more than for jobs of type do the same thing all over again, get salary." He sighed and said "I want to do a job where I could express myself, and show people my ideas. Closest to this so far is to start a small bussiness like my Dad had."
"I'm sorry." She said "I didn't expect you'd not enjoy the job."
"Meg, it's not your fault, I am still finding myself. I didn't knew what I was years doing wrong when looking for job until now." He looked around the factory "When I came here, I expected a place where I could be creative, sadly it is not."
"Do you want to resign?"
"No, not yet, especially when I'm here with you."
After hugging, they both turned as they heard boss of this place.
"Return back to work."
Last time they looked at each other before they returned to their work.
The young man began to think about what he was talking about as he started to work again. Although he often lived in paranoia, given his enthusiasm for the cause, it never occurred to him that things should end badly.
Yes, here this job was more fun than accounting and benefited in his double life, but once he thought of opening a small business like his dad, he couldn't stop thinking about it.
He also liked the idea of being outside the noisy city. To be somewhere with nature, somewhere outside of New York.
But at the moment it was not possible because he had to pay the rent otherwise he would end up on the street.
He seen her again, when temporarily break started and they both met in canteen.
"Would you like if I let you to meet my mother after work?" He asked her as he thought of introducing her to his mother.
"Not at all." Meg said and she asked "What is your family like?"
George drank his coffee from a cup before he responded.
"My mom is the caring one. My father was killed in World War II. My other relatives lives outside US."
"You are immigrants?"
"Well yes, I am half Polish half Irish. I can partly speak both Polish and Irish, and you?"
"As far as I know where my family history goes, Anglo-Saxon roots. My family's in US about 200 years."
British, George thought for himself after hearing about her roots, but the truth was that despite the national and political difference, despite she was by her roots from an enemy country to him, he loved her..
"In my family it is said that our ancestor was a British officer before war for US indepence even started with his children being on the side of the revolutionaries."
"My father was a tailor, he and my mom met during the Great War and they both fought in the wars in Ireland."
He again started helding her hand and he looked at her. He blushed a bit as he felt his attraction to her. But they both heard a bell and it was clear that them they need to go back to work.
"I will get both two of you get to know you after work Meg." He said as he left back to the work
"Roger that." Meg replied as she left to work so referring to the military history of George's family
Promised introducing took place in the afternoon after working in a small family house outside the city of New York. The atmosphere here was a lot more relaxed and more of the nature was there.
"Mom, Meg, Meg this is my mother Erin." George spoke up as he in the kitchen inside the family house introduced his girlfriend to his mother.
"I am pleased to get to know you, your son is very unselfish." Meg said as she shaked her hand with George's mother.
"I like to hear it, he has it after Olek, his father. But sadly Olek is no longer with us."
When it came to 1920's part of his family history, well yeah, George's father experienced Polish-Soviet war as well and saw the horrors Trotsky's units did on poor Polish soldiers. Due to Polish part of his origin, George despised the marxist part of the IRA as he knew what massacres Marxists did in Poland during the conflict. His father never talked about what he seen in the Polish-Soviet war and was openly antisemitic and anti communist.
"Don't make from it a depressive conversation ladies. Meg, tell my mom about how we met." George said as he let Meg and his mother Erin getting to know each other while he was making 3 cups of coffee for all 3.
"I met George once when I commuted to work and later, a paper airplane led me to see him again at the train station. He later told me that he was kidnapped later by his own paper planes he was making in effort to get my attention because I was in a building next to in front of that where he worked."
His mom laughed a bit hearing this story and George, taking 3 cups of coffee to the table continued "It is no fun mom, they almost killed me."
They all sat to the chairs at the table and started talking. George was close to Meg helding her hand.
"I see you were lucky to come across a noble lady son." His mother said as she noticed from her son's expressions that he is in love.
"You didn't have to, I am no aristocrat at all." Meg responded
"You like hearing this anyway." George said lovely flattering with her.
"So what do you want to do here?" His mother asked.
"Despite it will sound stupid, spend the night there."
"Be together, I will go to prepare the bedroom for you 2." His mother said leaving the room.
"You don't have to mom, I am adult." George said sitting turning on his mother.
"The visit is here George."
"I occasionally consider that I visit the Great Britain and England from which my family has come. United States are a boring place to live." Meg said.
As soon as Erin heard "British" and "England" she called her son.
"George, I need to talk to you. Go to me."
The young man only thought "oh shit" as he realized what happened. He had nothing to do, but to go to his mother at the moment.
"Your girlfriend is British? Did you forgot what they did to our family in Ireland killing a few family members?"
"Mom, her family is in US 200 years, they are not guilty from what black and tans did to Irish farmers."
"I just do not like that you are nationalistic so much that you join the IRA despite what I told you many times, yet you date a British girl."
"I am not going to broke with her, nor ending with the IRA either. Mom, most of people here is by origin British besides being Irish."
"You should stop with it is so."
"No, I am not."
His mother hadn't say anything after hearing this from him and George returned back to kitchen.
"What happened?" Meg asked and she was obviously confused.
"Mom needed help." George lied.
"I was afraid she is not going to like me due to the history between the British and Irish."
He bit his lip as he heard her saying this.
In the evening, the young couple settled into the bedroom. Being outside the flat for a while was extremely reassuring.
From the window was a pleasant view of suburbs. These specific streets were peaceful, luckily. Together with the shining lamps, a romantic atmosphere was created here.
George underlined the romantic athmosphere by turning on the love songs on gramophone.
They both lay together on the bed, and he and Meg cuddled together. She lay in his arms and he was kissing her on her forehead.
The young man was dressed in his white shirt, he wasn't topless yet. When she was in his arms, he felt like a hero.
Considering the fact that he was giving his life for her. Those paper planes changed his life in a good way and he didn't regret it despite it almost cost him a life and probably a high fine besides that he lost his boring job as an accountant.
They started slowly passionately kissing and stroking their bodies. While stroking her on her back, he seen her looking into his eyes as she while kissing stroked his cheek. She was smiling at him. The fact she was happy fullfilled him himself with happiness. They both stopped a while as they smiled at each other and then continued in passionate kissing as they cuddled. He pulled his hand so he could turn off the gramophone as they kissed.
Eventually, both lovers fell asleep for a few hours.
George himself was woken up by Moon's shining while Meg was still sleeping in his arms. Both of them fell asleep in their work clothes and he didn't noticed it until now.
He slowly got up out of the bed and tried to civilize himself as he did in the morning. But then he noticed a place where he got some of his reserve IRA gear hidden in the house where he grew up. He looked at it and an idea flew through his head as he remembered he has this night chance to see his unit again.
It was 10 PM and George's mother Erin was watching in the living room interviews regarding news, but she stood up when she saw her son George dressed up in a camouflage (green and sand design), khaki jeans, with black balaclava with 3 holes for eyes and mouth on his head along with dark green beret as he held an assault rifle in his hands on which he had black leather gloves on, ready to disseapear in the mist of the dark.
As she saw her son in the IRA uniform helding loaded gun about to leave the house she immediately went to him.
"George." She stopped him as she put her hand on her son's shoulder and continued "Stop with the IRA."
He turned on his mother helding the gun in his hand.
"I am not going to stop with it. Not until Northern Ireland gets liberated."
"You're like your father, he also took the wars he had been through as adventure. Polish-Soviet war destroyed him on soul and he went into World War II against his will and died there."
"What are you afraid of mom? That I'll die like Dad?" George waved his hands helding the gun.
"Or like your grandfather. George, he had to fight against his will for the British in the Great War."
"I'm not going to stop with the revolution, nor I am not going to compare my grandfather's death to the fact that I love her."
He was obviously starting to sound angry and was about to leave until his mother said this.
"British or not, you know you love her. I know it so. You know you love her. Stop with the IRA for her if not for me."
George froze for a moment, and then turned at his mother.
"You know what happens if they catch you or find about it. Being Irish Republican now isn't what it was in 1920's when I fought with your father. Sweet Jesus, George, you would be labeled terrorist according to the FBI. God, do you even have any idea what they do to you if they catch you?"
He then turned on his mother and started wearing the assault rifle on his back. He came to his mother.
"Mom look, I want to liberate Northern Ireland then to live a normal life without IRA being any longer considered a dissent group."
"Whole your father," She sighed "He was also bored when he was closed somewhere, he was also a creator a dreamer, too had enthusiasm for the thing. I'm afraid you'll die like him."
But George didn't listen to his mom again.
"Sorry mom, but I have to show my place in the world and show I can change history so. Being stereotypical is boring." He said as he left.
Erin started crying as her son left because she knew very well where this road was aiming.
The young man by night decided to again participate again in his rebel stuff. Now it was quite a risk when he had a love affair, but so far he managed to keep it a secret. So far, it has been at a stage when they have not lived together yet, so.
His group used an underground shelter as a base. Not only his platoon, but more groups besides the IRA itself did so.
Although he came to the meeting deployed with a rifle in his hand, ready to put on his beret and balaclava, this time he was surprised that nothing like this had happened.
"What happened? Where are everyone?"
"Today is no guerrilla stuff Litwak," Leader of the IRA group from the New York offshoot spoke to him working with things on the table as he saw the soldier here. "They are with their families. It is a duty of Irish Republicans to protect their families so."
"So I got there in the wrong time I guess."
"No, you're not there in the wrong time. I would like to introduce you to the new member of the team."
The man was dressed up like the IRA guerrillas without uniforms. He shaked his hands with George.
"I am honored to meet you Mr. Litwak."
"Who is this?" George asked.
"Henry Dem, an experienced partysan. He will help the unit to fight police, Unionists and other armed groups in New York like black supremacist Black Panthers."
Both men stopped shaking their hands.
"I do not know what to think about this, I thought I will be tossing pipe bombs tonight again." George said.
"Well, not today."
George then noticed something weird. He immediately with jump dragged his IRA boss down as prepared time bomb exploded.
Blood and sweat forced him to threw his balaclava and dark green beret again as he was a bit stunned, knowing well he was injured.
"This was federal trap-" He murmured looking at his boss' lifeless body as he heard click. As he turned he saw the man he was a while ago shaking hands with aiming with a loaded pistol at him.
"Game over, Paperman, FBI."
"Paperman!?"
"Paperman? Should I say rather George Litwak, 20, operating technician, son of Polish and Irish parents, immigrant? I know everything about you, whole FBI does."
"W-why?"
"Let's say that I had unusal evidence: I let the paper planes which were annoying me during my investigation send to the lab: There were fingerprints of 2 people. You and her. The rest, I infiltrated into Polish-Irish community and then to the IRA as I exposed this cell."
"M-Meg.." George murmured for himself as he heard "her".
"Time for your jail time rat. Oh her? Well FBI is now trying to track her down, according to what is known you 2 had love relationship. It will not long time for her until she learns from the FBI you're terrorist as you will either go to jail or straight up to the electric chair."
"Not now." George said as he knocked the FBI agent down and was bloodied and injured in his torn uniform on the run on his way back to the house where he grew up in order to find her and escape away.