Marguerite felt her palms sweat. Although it was something she
was able to deal with in her past years, now she had John to think of and
her son.
Her aim was to seduce the man, but not to this extent. Yet, giving up now
was only to make her suspicious in his eyes, and she needed to finish the
matter before the zeppelin landed.
He did not talk. He walked behind her placing his palm on the small
of her back from time to time, showing her the way to his private quarters.
"Sir Heinrich." A male voice spoke. He looked behind him to find the man he had been dealing with. Marguerite eyed them with her usual curiosity . "Yes," Heinrich replied . "Sir, a word, please," pleaded the other gentleman. He seemed nervous, trying to wear a smile as to not draw the lady's suspicion. Marguerite spoke as Heinrich turned to apologize. "I best retire to my room now , we have plenty of time for business." She smiled, and he nodded towards her, perplexed yet amused by her understanding. She walked past him and the other man, her lips curled in a gentle smile and, the further away she walked the more she captured Heinrich .
"They know about it." "What do you mean, they know about it, no one knows about IT," replied Heinrich in a mad tone . "Shangai Xhan's men, they know about us," the other man answered anxiously. "Calum made a deal with us, he would not betray me." Heinrich sat on his desk. His features had transformed into darker lines giving away his anxiety and anger. They had retired to his room as soon as Marguerite had left them, so caught up in their deal and the new trouble that they neither sensed nor noticed her presence behind the door. Her eyes were wide open, reflecting her excitement, and her lips betrayed the satisfaction she had been feeling inside.
"He did betray you, he betrayed us. I don't know how Xhan would react to this, I don't know how the Third Reich would react to this, but we are in trouble." "Gunther..." He said, lighting a cigar. " We are on a Zeppelin, no one can catch us, no one knows we are here." "I think, we better use IT and then blow up this whole thing. It's infested with spies, and if they don't catch us now, they will be waiting in New Jersey...Not only Germans, Heinrich, but also Xhan's men." Heinrich rose from his chair, anger spilling from his eyes. "We cannot use it, you idiot! It is the only way we can alter the course of history, and, seeing where things are heading, it is the only way we will alter the course of The War." "There is no war," cried Gunther. "It is just a whisper, but soon we'll hear it roar." He returned to his desk , trying to make sense of all the happenings. " Go now, I will find a way to deal with all this." Marguerite walked away from the door. Her fast paces led her to her room as Gunter left Heinrich trying to solve their growing problem.
It? What was it , she had to find out , soon they were to be in New Jersey. "Why does Churchill want me to follow this man, and what is it that he holds?" she asked herself sitting in her room. It was all a blur, and she desperately wanted to know. She opened the door thinking about meeting Heinrich once again, but it was late. Perhaps Gunther was to be of a certain aid, but how was she to make him trust her enough to tell her the truth. " Germans and Xhan's men awaiting in New Jersey." What was it that was so powerful? That was so important that two powerful leaders were striving to get their hands on? "It would alter the course of war." What war? she wondered. The conversation replayed in her mind over and over again, but it made no sense. She decided to rest. She was tired, and her mind torn between her assignment and home. Her head on the pillow kept racing with ideas, she tried to push them away to get a clear picture of the family she left behind. Her heart ached, she knew she was wrong to leave that way , to leave Roxton with this weight and animosity between them. Soon her eyes closed but only so that her mind was flooded by nightmares and unwelcome thoughts.
"Come on lad, it's time to sleep." he said caressing his son's forehead. "Stay here, daddy," he replied with the most innocent and begging eyes. John Roxton sighed, he could never say no to his son, especially not when he looked at him with those eyes. "Alright, but let us not make a habit out of this, alright?" Roxton lay close to his son. "How about I continue the story about the last plateau." The child let out a cry of joy and hugged his father as a thank you. The little boy then buried his head between his father's shoulder and chest and closed his eyes with a big grin on his face. " I just hope you are alright, Marguerite," John whispered sighing heavily while he was trying to find rest, but his efforts were to no avail.
May 4, 1937 Aboard the Hindenburg .
"Eric . no." She opened her eyes, looking around her . 'Another bad dream,' she thought before sitting in her bed. She stretched herself then soon realized what her duties were. She was still in her yesterday's outfit. It made her shrug to think how exhausted she was and how much her thoughts were lost, to such extent she forgot to even take time to change into something more comfortable for the night. Marguerite got dressed in one of her light blue suits , taking care of her looks and hair before heading to the area where most of the passengers were gathered for their breakfast, hoping to find amidst them the familiar face of Heinrich and his partner.
Walking through the corridors she distinguished two shadows talking to a crew member, and her curiosity got the best of her. She paused for a moment pretending to search in her purse while she heard the few words that changed all her perception about the case she was given.
"The ouroboros is on board, it is with Heinrich but so far we haven't found a way to get our hands on it," said one of the unknown figures. "We must do so before the 6th of May," replied the crew member. Marguerite recognized the voice as that of Albert Sammt, the first officer who had spoken to her before the departure, a day earlier. "You will follow orders even if we don't get the ouroboros," the second stranger demanded. "If WE cannot have IT, then no one will, my friend." Answered Sammt. "And how the hell will we get off this ship?" "Consider it a sacrifice for your country," Sammt replied with a serious yet desperate tone. "We knew about the outcome of this assignment, from the beginning, my friend," the stranger offered to the guy next to him, while Albert Sammt walked away . As the two men turned to follow the officer, Marguerite recognized one of the men that had been present with her at the conference where she was given her assignment by Churchill.
"Sir Heinrich." A male voice spoke. He looked behind him to find the man he had been dealing with. Marguerite eyed them with her usual curiosity . "Yes," Heinrich replied . "Sir, a word, please," pleaded the other gentleman. He seemed nervous, trying to wear a smile as to not draw the lady's suspicion. Marguerite spoke as Heinrich turned to apologize. "I best retire to my room now , we have plenty of time for business." She smiled, and he nodded towards her, perplexed yet amused by her understanding. She walked past him and the other man, her lips curled in a gentle smile and, the further away she walked the more she captured Heinrich .
"They know about it." "What do you mean, they know about it, no one knows about IT," replied Heinrich in a mad tone . "Shangai Xhan's men, they know about us," the other man answered anxiously. "Calum made a deal with us, he would not betray me." Heinrich sat on his desk. His features had transformed into darker lines giving away his anxiety and anger. They had retired to his room as soon as Marguerite had left them, so caught up in their deal and the new trouble that they neither sensed nor noticed her presence behind the door. Her eyes were wide open, reflecting her excitement, and her lips betrayed the satisfaction she had been feeling inside.
"He did betray you, he betrayed us. I don't know how Xhan would react to this, I don't know how the Third Reich would react to this, but we are in trouble." "Gunther..." He said, lighting a cigar. " We are on a Zeppelin, no one can catch us, no one knows we are here." "I think, we better use IT and then blow up this whole thing. It's infested with spies, and if they don't catch us now, they will be waiting in New Jersey...Not only Germans, Heinrich, but also Xhan's men." Heinrich rose from his chair, anger spilling from his eyes. "We cannot use it, you idiot! It is the only way we can alter the course of history, and, seeing where things are heading, it is the only way we will alter the course of The War." "There is no war," cried Gunther. "It is just a whisper, but soon we'll hear it roar." He returned to his desk , trying to make sense of all the happenings. " Go now, I will find a way to deal with all this." Marguerite walked away from the door. Her fast paces led her to her room as Gunter left Heinrich trying to solve their growing problem.
It? What was it , she had to find out , soon they were to be in New Jersey. "Why does Churchill want me to follow this man, and what is it that he holds?" she asked herself sitting in her room. It was all a blur, and she desperately wanted to know. She opened the door thinking about meeting Heinrich once again, but it was late. Perhaps Gunther was to be of a certain aid, but how was she to make him trust her enough to tell her the truth. " Germans and Xhan's men awaiting in New Jersey." What was it that was so powerful? That was so important that two powerful leaders were striving to get their hands on? "It would alter the course of war." What war? she wondered. The conversation replayed in her mind over and over again, but it made no sense. She decided to rest. She was tired, and her mind torn between her assignment and home. Her head on the pillow kept racing with ideas, she tried to push them away to get a clear picture of the family she left behind. Her heart ached, she knew she was wrong to leave that way , to leave Roxton with this weight and animosity between them. Soon her eyes closed but only so that her mind was flooded by nightmares and unwelcome thoughts.
"Come on lad, it's time to sleep." he said caressing his son's forehead. "Stay here, daddy," he replied with the most innocent and begging eyes. John Roxton sighed, he could never say no to his son, especially not when he looked at him with those eyes. "Alright, but let us not make a habit out of this, alright?" Roxton lay close to his son. "How about I continue the story about the last plateau." The child let out a cry of joy and hugged his father as a thank you. The little boy then buried his head between his father's shoulder and chest and closed his eyes with a big grin on his face. " I just hope you are alright, Marguerite," John whispered sighing heavily while he was trying to find rest, but his efforts were to no avail.
May 4, 1937 Aboard the Hindenburg .
"Eric . no." She opened her eyes, looking around her . 'Another bad dream,' she thought before sitting in her bed. She stretched herself then soon realized what her duties were. She was still in her yesterday's outfit. It made her shrug to think how exhausted she was and how much her thoughts were lost, to such extent she forgot to even take time to change into something more comfortable for the night. Marguerite got dressed in one of her light blue suits , taking care of her looks and hair before heading to the area where most of the passengers were gathered for their breakfast, hoping to find amidst them the familiar face of Heinrich and his partner.
Walking through the corridors she distinguished two shadows talking to a crew member, and her curiosity got the best of her. She paused for a moment pretending to search in her purse while she heard the few words that changed all her perception about the case she was given.
"The ouroboros is on board, it is with Heinrich but so far we haven't found a way to get our hands on it," said one of the unknown figures. "We must do so before the 6th of May," replied the crew member. Marguerite recognized the voice as that of Albert Sammt, the first officer who had spoken to her before the departure, a day earlier. "You will follow orders even if we don't get the ouroboros," the second stranger demanded. "If WE cannot have IT, then no one will, my friend." Answered Sammt. "And how the hell will we get off this ship?" "Consider it a sacrifice for your country," Sammt replied with a serious yet desperate tone. "We knew about the outcome of this assignment, from the beginning, my friend," the stranger offered to the guy next to him, while Albert Sammt walked away . As the two men turned to follow the officer, Marguerite recognized one of the men that had been present with her at the conference where she was given her assignment by Churchill.