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Franklin was beginning to sense the futility of his endeavor to convince Abigail of his feigned sincerity; she was a stubborn individual and Klaus was developing a great hatred for this redheaded female.

"Inferior Gaelic swine." Were Raimund's thoughts as he arose from his seat.

Once more adopting the amiable personality of a cultured Englishmen.

"Well professor McHugh, I see my charm has failed me this day. It was my assumption that you would jump at the chance to improve your situation. Well, you have my papers and personal information, feel free to check them with the British embassy. You know where to get a hold of me."

Klaus pushed his chair back under the table and turned to walk away, stopping after a few steps he pivoted around to Abigail once more.

"According to my sources the technology described within those documents have been stowed aboard a C-54 which makes nightly flights over the East German boarder. Directions, flight plan and your ticket are in the folder. Should you want to join my quest......"

With a small sigh Klaus stopped mid-sentence and then turned from Abigail and walked away.