CHAPTER 62
The few hours Beth had managed to sleep had been fitful ones. Battling
with herself over what she knew she must eventually do, she tried to force
the images that usually lulled her to sleep from invading her dreams. The
only thing that had kept her sane and focused had been the thought of lying
once again in Adam's arms. She lived for the day when she saw him again,
when she'd hear his voice, when she'd taste his kiss on her lips and feel
the strength of his embrace. But tonight as she mentally prepared herself
to do the unthinkable, she knew the last thing she could focus on was Adam.
When she'd left Garrett on the stairs earlier that evening, she knew that if she waited too many more days and tried to hold him at bay, he would begin to suspect her. So she'd gotten ready for bed, snuggled for awhile with Cassie in her arms and then when the lights were out, tried to think of anything and everything that she could draw on later to help her get through the repugnant feel of Garrett's body against hers.
But dreams of Adam had come. Disturbing dreams. She was with him again, and he held her, but then again he wasn't really holding her. He seemed to be only holding her in place instead of folding her deeply in his arms. She could hear herself asking him what was wrong, but he wouldn't answer. His eyes were cold and distant and they frightened her.
"Adam I love you." She whispered desperately to him, but he didn't seem to hear. He continued to stare through her.
When she awoke, it was still the middle of the night. She shivered, wondering if maybe her dream had been a warning. Maybe Adam wouldn't understand. Maybe the very thing she knew she had to do in order to return to him was the thing that would drive him away. Pulling her knees up against her, Beth rocked back and forth as she cried. "Why did it all have to be so hard?" she wondered out loud. "What do I do?"
And then without warning, she felt a jolt of electricity rush through her body and the feeling of her hand being clasped so strongly and firmly in the hand of another. Her tears continued to pour from deep in her heart as she held on to the sensation with both hands. Long after the presence left her, Beth continued to cling to it's essence with a death grip. "Please let that be a sign." She whispered. "Please let it be a sign that he'll never leave me. No matter what I have to do, please let him understand."
When the dawn started to break on the landing outside her window, Beth had fallen into a dreamless and exhausted sleep.
Meanwhile back on the outskirts of Munich, Adam found himself following the car for over half an hour. The further they drove away from the city the more he wondered if he was headed on some wild goose chase or if he could really learn where Joe and Claudia had been taken.
"Fuerstenfeldbruck?" he said the name of the town out loud as he past a sign welcoming him to the village that served as home for what was left of a once large military air base. The car wound its way around the streets of the town and then no mistake about it, Methos knew they were headed to the base.
He watched as the car made it through the military check point and then pulled over on the side of the road to figure out his own way in. He hadn't left anything at the hotel, which meant he still had the uniform and credentials from the pilot he'd killed in New York. Formulating his story, Methos quickly changed and proceeded to drive forward.
When the guard stopped him, he gave him a story about being here to assist with some of the training. He almost laughed out loud when the man bought it and let him pass.
"That was almost too easy." He murmured to himself as he kept an eye out for the vehicle he'd followed. It only took a few minutes to locate it. The car was parked beside a building that looked all but abandoned. The only activity appeared to be around a helicopter waiting on the other side.
Methos drove past casually, being careful not to draw attention. Noticing a row of maintenance shacks he knew he could use them as cover after he'd found a location to park that wouldn't tip off his interest.
Back in Munich, Duncan was double checking his maps and his details with the concierge of the hotel. "And you are sure it is only a 45 minute drive?" he asked. The man confirmed the drive and then asked if he could assist further.
"No, no thank you. You've been very helpful." Duncan said as he saw Ellen walking from the elevator. She was carrying a sack.
"I figured I'd bring lunch." She said as they walked to where the rental car was parked.
"Thanks, but I'm not hungry." Duncan replied.
"You may not be hungry now, but remember, the note said if you are early then she loses her chance." Ellen countered. "So if I can help you pass the time by giving you something to do when you are outside that gate and ready to storm in, then don't be surprised when I stuff a sandwich in your mouth."
Duncan knew she was right. Everything about this had to be timed right down to the last detail. And Ellen had proven herself to be quite invaluable. It had been she who had procured the visitor's passes to the base at Fuerstenfeldbruck that would solve the problem of how to get inside.
She had been amazed at how Duncan had put the clues together. Yes, she remembered the 1972 Olympics and the terrible fate that had befallen the 9 athletes and coaches who had been taken hostage and then killed in a failed rescue attempt, but she had forgotten many of the details.
Duncan had explained the clues to her in detail. The one with hair so fair had to be Amanda. She had taken to wearing her hair short and dyed a striking shade of platinum. The rest was a little trickier. Duncan knew that the Munich Olympics had been 31 years ago and the 'shadow of the flame' confirmed his initial instinct. But he had to check his facts before he could know without a doubt just what had erupted in flames and where.
The Israeli athletes had been taken by their captors to the air base here at Fuerstenfeldbruck, where an attempt to rescue them had gone terribly wrong. As they sat waiting to be transferred from 2 helicopters to a plane, gunfire had erupted and in the battle, all the occupants of one had been shot to death while the others fell victim to a well thrown grenade.
"It has to be a helicopter." Duncan had told her. "But for the life of me I can't understand how they will use it as a test to see if I can save Amanda."
"Do you know anything about copters?" Ellen asked, the worry evident on her face.
"I've flown a few." He replied.
It had been a long night while Duncan called several sources to learn as much about the base as possible. Ellen wished she could be of more help, but aside from getting the passes and offering back up support that hopefully his nemesis would not be expecting, she felt useless.
Now as they drove toward the village and the base, she knew the best thing she could do is help MacLeod focus and try not to be a distraction.
When she'd left Garrett on the stairs earlier that evening, she knew that if she waited too many more days and tried to hold him at bay, he would begin to suspect her. So she'd gotten ready for bed, snuggled for awhile with Cassie in her arms and then when the lights were out, tried to think of anything and everything that she could draw on later to help her get through the repugnant feel of Garrett's body against hers.
But dreams of Adam had come. Disturbing dreams. She was with him again, and he held her, but then again he wasn't really holding her. He seemed to be only holding her in place instead of folding her deeply in his arms. She could hear herself asking him what was wrong, but he wouldn't answer. His eyes were cold and distant and they frightened her.
"Adam I love you." She whispered desperately to him, but he didn't seem to hear. He continued to stare through her.
When she awoke, it was still the middle of the night. She shivered, wondering if maybe her dream had been a warning. Maybe Adam wouldn't understand. Maybe the very thing she knew she had to do in order to return to him was the thing that would drive him away. Pulling her knees up against her, Beth rocked back and forth as she cried. "Why did it all have to be so hard?" she wondered out loud. "What do I do?"
And then without warning, she felt a jolt of electricity rush through her body and the feeling of her hand being clasped so strongly and firmly in the hand of another. Her tears continued to pour from deep in her heart as she held on to the sensation with both hands. Long after the presence left her, Beth continued to cling to it's essence with a death grip. "Please let that be a sign." She whispered. "Please let it be a sign that he'll never leave me. No matter what I have to do, please let him understand."
When the dawn started to break on the landing outside her window, Beth had fallen into a dreamless and exhausted sleep.
Meanwhile back on the outskirts of Munich, Adam found himself following the car for over half an hour. The further they drove away from the city the more he wondered if he was headed on some wild goose chase or if he could really learn where Joe and Claudia had been taken.
"Fuerstenfeldbruck?" he said the name of the town out loud as he past a sign welcoming him to the village that served as home for what was left of a once large military air base. The car wound its way around the streets of the town and then no mistake about it, Methos knew they were headed to the base.
He watched as the car made it through the military check point and then pulled over on the side of the road to figure out his own way in. He hadn't left anything at the hotel, which meant he still had the uniform and credentials from the pilot he'd killed in New York. Formulating his story, Methos quickly changed and proceeded to drive forward.
When the guard stopped him, he gave him a story about being here to assist with some of the training. He almost laughed out loud when the man bought it and let him pass.
"That was almost too easy." He murmured to himself as he kept an eye out for the vehicle he'd followed. It only took a few minutes to locate it. The car was parked beside a building that looked all but abandoned. The only activity appeared to be around a helicopter waiting on the other side.
Methos drove past casually, being careful not to draw attention. Noticing a row of maintenance shacks he knew he could use them as cover after he'd found a location to park that wouldn't tip off his interest.
Back in Munich, Duncan was double checking his maps and his details with the concierge of the hotel. "And you are sure it is only a 45 minute drive?" he asked. The man confirmed the drive and then asked if he could assist further.
"No, no thank you. You've been very helpful." Duncan said as he saw Ellen walking from the elevator. She was carrying a sack.
"I figured I'd bring lunch." She said as they walked to where the rental car was parked.
"Thanks, but I'm not hungry." Duncan replied.
"You may not be hungry now, but remember, the note said if you are early then she loses her chance." Ellen countered. "So if I can help you pass the time by giving you something to do when you are outside that gate and ready to storm in, then don't be surprised when I stuff a sandwich in your mouth."
Duncan knew she was right. Everything about this had to be timed right down to the last detail. And Ellen had proven herself to be quite invaluable. It had been she who had procured the visitor's passes to the base at Fuerstenfeldbruck that would solve the problem of how to get inside.
She had been amazed at how Duncan had put the clues together. Yes, she remembered the 1972 Olympics and the terrible fate that had befallen the 9 athletes and coaches who had been taken hostage and then killed in a failed rescue attempt, but she had forgotten many of the details.
Duncan had explained the clues to her in detail. The one with hair so fair had to be Amanda. She had taken to wearing her hair short and dyed a striking shade of platinum. The rest was a little trickier. Duncan knew that the Munich Olympics had been 31 years ago and the 'shadow of the flame' confirmed his initial instinct. But he had to check his facts before he could know without a doubt just what had erupted in flames and where.
The Israeli athletes had been taken by their captors to the air base here at Fuerstenfeldbruck, where an attempt to rescue them had gone terribly wrong. As they sat waiting to be transferred from 2 helicopters to a plane, gunfire had erupted and in the battle, all the occupants of one had been shot to death while the others fell victim to a well thrown grenade.
"It has to be a helicopter." Duncan had told her. "But for the life of me I can't understand how they will use it as a test to see if I can save Amanda."
"Do you know anything about copters?" Ellen asked, the worry evident on her face.
"I've flown a few." He replied.
It had been a long night while Duncan called several sources to learn as much about the base as possible. Ellen wished she could be of more help, but aside from getting the passes and offering back up support that hopefully his nemesis would not be expecting, she felt useless.
Now as they drove toward the village and the base, she knew the best thing she could do is help MacLeod focus and try not to be a distraction.