It wasn't long before Eliam Chodorow, Intel Specialist with Mossad through wire tips found that one of Kyril Davy associates were meeting with Kolora Baumschlager for an exchange. It is to take place on the border of Austria and Germany in Salzburg, Austria, in a tavern on the Getreidegasse, one of the oldest streets in Salzburg all filled with tourist and shoppers. This would be a difficult meeting to find much less control. Eliam Chodorow using the Interpol data network scanned passports leaving Africa traveling to Austria, or surrounding counties - which is many. One name, Tarquin Turner-Webb, seem highlighted, a South African working for Paulos Panagopoulos Venture Company headquarter in Athens Greece had numerous trips to England, France, Iran, Lebanon and Amsterdam. This was the best bet he was working for Davy as Paulos Panagopoulos had died fifteen years before and there was no company by that name in Greece. Annie pulled a copy of his passport picture, and it was not very good but that was all they had and a physical description. This exchange was the next target for Eyal and Annie.
"Here is our cover for this little side mission." Eyal handing Annie an ID and passport. "We are the elite Interpol police with great ID thanks to Lawrence and MI6."
"Fadda Kaufman, I'm German?" Annie looking at her expertly cobbled passport. "And you are?"
"George Yiokas and have been part of Interpol for years." Eyal chucking with his wonderfully deep voice. "You shouldn't have any trouble remember my first name."
"One of these days they will discover your favorite go to covers."
"Yeah well, until then, I'm George and you are Fadda."
"Looks like we are on our way to Austria George. Should be lovely this time of spring." Annie giving him a nudge in the side.
"Oh it would be if we had time to do a bit of sightseeing. Lawrence is working on an angle with Prewitt Laroche so my dear Neshema we don't have time to kill." Eyal standing to stretch his back and giving a half cocky smile.
She smile back at the man dress in neat black slacks, light gray long sleeve shirt, sleeves rolled up two turns and his dark scruff. Eyal looked even more sexy today and they were on their way out the door, not even time of a quickie although there was no such thing as a quickie between them - rats, bad timing.
Eyal and Annie knew the place and date, but not the time and was Kolora Baumschlager going to meet Turner-Webb in person or send an associate? This is just about their only chance to catch Kolora and they knew it. Spring time in Austria was indeed lovely. Finding their way to the meeting place, Eyal and Annie flipped a coin as to who was going to stay outside and be the watchdog. Of course Eyal won the toss and quickly entered the café and order his drink. The weather was nice so Annie was happy standing outside the tavern meeting place when she spotted Kolora Baumschlager and a tall man walking down the street.
The man did not fit the description of Tarquin so Annie assumed it was her bodyguard - she was right and the man was good at his job. They stopped about two doors down for the tavern, she starting looking in the window as if shopping and he walked on toward the tavern , looking around.
Annie crossed the street and entered the store directly across from the tavern and standing in the shadows to watch - calling Eyal that Kolora and a bodyguard were outside looking the place over. Eyal slid to the end of the bar, with his back to the door and started a conversation with a girl working the bar scene and purchased her a drink. The smoky glass mirror tiles covering the wall behind the bar made it easy for him to see pretty much what was going on in the tavern. The bodyguard motioned for Kolora to come on, that everything looks clear. They entered the bar, Kolora was carrying an oversize handbag and they took a booth near the back of the tavern, on the other side of the room from Eyal and order drinks.
Annie came out of the store she had been in and waited for any sign of Tarquin Turner-Webb to show. Fifteen minutes pasted and Annie was getting really fidgety by now. She hated the waiting and pulled on the tab of her lightweight jacket, felt her gun neatly hidden underneath and looking at her watch. Soon she saw Tarquin get out of a cab and walk toward the tavern. The wait was over - she quickly speed dial Eyal and hung up - Eyal would see it was from Annie and know it was going down. A quick call to their prearranged contact and Annie was ready for action. Annie strolled into the tavern just after Tarquin entered the tavern and he without noticing her. She found a seat at the front of the bar and orders a chilled grog with a twist of lime.
Tarquin was carrying a metal case, wore black rim glass, on the short side and look more like an accountant then a diamond smuggler. The bodyguard got up, went over to Tarquin and introduced himself using a code word. Tarquin smiled and replied something Annie couldn't catch and both men walk to the booth where Kolora was sitting. They set and chatted as if they knew each other. Okay, when is the exchange going to take place - there it is and was smooth. Tarquin had his metal case under the table and he pushed it to the side were Kolora was sitting. She waited, took another slip of her drink and reached down and pulled the case on the bench beside her, opened the case and smiled. By this time, Eyal has position himself watching the exchange and clicking pictures with a hidden camera.
Kolora reached into the oversize hand bag and removed a cream-colored pocket type folder and handed it to Tarquin. He looked into the folder, nodded and started to get up when - POLICE - INTERPOL hands on the table - Eyal and Annie with guns drawn with surgical precision had their collar. The Salzburg police came in the door within in minutes and there was no resistance - clean operation. After booking Kolora, Tarquin and the bodyguard, Eyal and Annie were on their way.
"This is getting too easy." Annie smiled at Eyal and they quietly slipped out of police headquarters and vanished into the night.
"Maybe we should go into the diamond smuggling elimination business. Got to be cleaner than what we are doing."
"And monotonous. When they kick it up a notch maybe we check it out." Annie bumping Eyal with her hip
"Living life on the edge are we." Eyal hugging Annie, "Next on the list, your friend Prewitt Laroche."
"Now you talk about a lackluster man, that is Prewitt Laroche. His wife can run circles around him in the excitement department but I must say that time spent in Saint-Tropez playing nursemaid was nice."
Eliam Chodorow was gathering credit card movements of Prewitt Laroche, finding two cards, BNP Paribas & Credit Agricola SA card with activities. The cards showed truck rentals, gas purchases, meals, hotels in Nanterre and Nice on the French Rivera and a recent purchase from Celine Chanel Fashion House.
Eyal showing Annie the transactions, her remark - "He has a mistress". Eyal laugh, maybe two here is another purchase from Yves Saint Laurent. I also have the make and model of his car, a Mercedes-Benz B-Class. Eyal waiting for more intel from Eliam, "Our man in Tel Aviv is running a usage pattern on his credit cards for the past six months and he is spending and traveling more since our little jobs in England and the US. Looks like Davy is kicking up his need for his weapons and could be looking to Laroche for funding."
Eyal turning the laptop screen so Annie could also view the intel. Within the last two weeks, he has been in La-Calle-Saint-Cloud three times and to Taulon-La-Seyne in the south of France.
"Taulon-La-Seyne is a midsize seaport and guess which shipping company has a birth there - shipping out of Greece to South Africa - Serest Star Lines."
"Kyril Davy own shipping line. So I guess we are going to the southern part of France." Annie kissing Eyal on the back of his neck.
"I hear it is lovely place to visit this time of year." Eyal still reading the intel Eliam was supplying him. Then he slowly turn to Annie. "Do you see what I'm reading?"
As she read the new intel on Landric Von Friedric-Kristiansen a frigid chill ran down her spine. "I don't believe it."
Landric Von Friedric-Kristiansen born to a powerful Danish family spent his early years in different boarding schools until his German grandfather, Reinhart Hahn took him to Korbach, Germany to live with him and his estrange mother who left Landric and her Danish husband when the boy was only six months old. During World War II, Reinhart Hahn was part of Hitler's loyal inner circle and escaped punishment for his war crimes by hiding in Denmark using his mother's name Hohenzollern and his connection to the Germany royal family. That royal lineage enabled his daughter, Sabine to marry into the Danish noble family of Von Friedric-Kristiansen.
Reinhart's hatred of all Jewish people almost drove him mad until he move back to Germany and married his second wife, also once belonging to the youth movement of the Nazi organization. His belief all Jewish were out to control the world financial wealth was instilled into a young, lonely and impressionable Landric. When Landric was in his late twenties he became involved with the 'μπλε κίνημα φεγγάρι'.
"I can't read Greek. Please translate for me Eyal." Annie point to the screen.
"Sure, Blue Moon Movement and I know of it well. It is part of Greece's Golden Dawn political party that is very neo-Nazi, racist and fascist. They have made use of the Nazi symbolism and have praised figures of the past Nazi Germany. One of their main goals is the elimination of Israel."
"Oh shit!" As Annie continued to read, "I guess living in Greece for a period is where he met his wife, Kyril Davy's sister."
"Must be a half-sister. Marlyn Von Friedric-Kristiansen is the youngest daughter of Paulos and Sofia Panagopoulos. My oh my what a small world we have here." Eyal reading ahead of Annie.
"Now we know his motive for all the terrorist funding to harm Israel." Annie reading on, "Oh look here, he is a wanted man in Athens for the murder of three men, all killed at a temple during morning prayer."
"Much Jewish blood on his hands. Too bad he is almost untouchable living in the states." Eyal closing his laptop screen.
"You never know Eyal. Maybe one day the right time and he will meet his end." Annie giving him a hug and a second kiss on the back of his neck.
"Yeah, one day."
Annie and Eyal's plane touched down in Paris and that is where they said their farewells. His next move to take out Prewitt Laroche and his extensive diamond operation routes was being engineered by Mossad with MI6. Annie being a ghost and for her own protection was being force to sit on the sideline. She had known this would happen, that times she would be left behind as Eyal is still very much a Mossad agent and for the most part followed orders or at least when taking an assignment but working in the field - well now that is a different story.
"Shouldn't be for more than a week ... Ten days tops." Eyal holding her in his arms. "This should go without saying but be safe and careful."
"I'm heading to Orleans and might start packing, need to start looking for a new nesting place. Calder finding my flat was a little unnerving and it's time to move on."
"Packing should take you what, twenty minutes?"
"Maybe thirty, have to bubble wrap Lochem." Annie smile and started softly laughing, trying to keep their parting lighthearted.
"Perhaps need to bubble wrap you at times." Eyal touching her face and leaning down for a kiss, a sweet gentle kiss. "Be safe and I'll be back." He open the car door for her to slide in behind the wheel. Watching her start the car, he once more lean down for one more kiss through the open window and stepped back, wave and watched her drive off.
Reaching her small dingy flat in Orleans, Annie made a complete recon of the area never trusting she was safe - not after Calder Michaels so crudely invaded her space. All seemed to be clear and she entered, closing the door behind her the enormous feeling of total isolation starting to sweep over her. The feeling she couldn't shake and she was once more in the dark and now very much afraid. All those lonely nights living as someone else, her heart has started to freeze and it wounded her emotionally. Always try to hide her face, fearful of everyone she met and these dark and dim places to lay her head in restless sleep and the nightmares. Her rogue mission to find and destroy Henry Wilcox had been the driving force for her existence but now it had retreated down to survival until once more Eyal was there.
Picking up the figurine of the white charger raising from the sea, she held it close to her heart. Eyal Lavin was not the one she thought would be there for here, no - not the one who was suppose to be there. It should have been Auggie. Maybe if Helen hadn't return from the dead, maybe if he hadn't met Dolores, maybe... oh hell, to many maybes. It was Eyal, it has always been Eyal. There in the quiet of her flat she remember the times he appeared from nowhere to help her, to come to her aid and how he seem to arrange ways to be with her, like the time in Israel and her refusing his advances. Did he really mean it or was just his playful way.
Rubbing the tiny horse's head, she pictured all those missed chances. She should have gone with him to the hospital the night he was shot on that roof top in Washington or the train station. Looking down at Lochem and once again the words Eyal had spoken, 'It is beautiful and delicate much like our relationship. Such a wonderful piece of art work that can be easily broken... This will be my first true gift to you in hopes of many more, or a lasting memory of what we had or could have had'.
Placing the figurine back on the chest, she dropped down into the lumpy chair and closed her eyes to shut out the drab existence she now lived. Eyal couldn't leave her thoughts; he has himself forsaken everything in his personal life for his country in the name of duty and almost losing her for his choice of protecting Mossad. He had been duped and that must have cut him deeply. Now her trust in him was unshakable and he could never lose her - no never lose her trust.