Abegail McHugh's Story

Abegail had chosen not to go back to Marshal. She had turned down the offer for South Africa and despite her hearts longing did not return to Ireland. She desired a change of scenery and time to get used to her new....way of life.

Her hand found the piece of material, fingers clutching it. Abegail had taken the flag and made a few items from it. She had to have a piece of it on her at all times so in order to alleviate any fear of losing it Abegail had formed it into a few things. There was a piece in her pocket, a piece in a locket at her neck and a few other pieces she had hidden around her person.

She looked out across the water. The sun was bright and high. Abegail was hidden in the shade of an umbrella on the terrace of the villa in Spain she had rented. She had come to work on a few books and to get away from all things occult. Somehow the sun and beaches here seemed like they would help. As if they could keep the rest at bay.

She picked up her pen again and worked once more on her letter to Walter. The two had gone their seperate ways after Austria, though it pained Abegail slightly.

"...forty pages in before I realized that the man knew nothing about the subject of banshees. Imagine thinking that I wouldn't notice that it was pure shite."

Abegail chuckled to herself. The man's manuscript had been nothing but falsehoods and make up stories with nothing at all to do with Irish myths.

"I received an odd letter yesterday. From a woman. She wanted to interview us both for a book on the Bloodstone. All these years and someone is doing a book about it? What shall we tell her, that we buried it all under a mountain? I will send her a polite note with my regards and that I have no way of contacting you."

Abegail took a sip of her drink. Her eyes scanned the water again. The wind blew her loose aubun hair. She rarely pinned it up now.

"Walter, you really should come and visit. It is peaceful here. I understand you are working but it has been two years and it would be nice to see you again.

Yours,
Abegail"

She picked up the paper began to fold it. She slipped it in an envelope. A quick hand addressed it and followed it with a quick note to the woman declining to speak to her or divulge Walter's whereabouts due to work contraints.

She picked up both envelopes and exited the villa. Abegail walked the street, her basket for the market on one arm and her letters in her other hand. The wide hat kept the hot sun from her pale skin as she strolled between vendors booths.

Ducking into the post office she sent both letters off and head back into the street and into the market. As she shopped for some fruit the hair on the back of her neck began to stand up. Abegail stopped and stood straight. It had been a long time since she had felt the sensation of being watched but it was undeniable. Turning slowly her eyes scanned the crowd. She looked for shadows or alcoves but found nothing.

Her mouth was dry as she hurriedly finished up her shopping and walked quickly back home. The door was locked behind her and a glass was filled with whiskey to help calm her nerves.

It was three hours later the phone rang. Confused, Abegail answered it. Very few had the number here and even fewer of those people called.

A woman's voice, American with....a slight accent that Abegail couldn't place, "Hello, Miss McHugh? Apologies, Professor McHugh?"

Abegail hesitated, "Yes. May I ask who is calling and how you got this number?"

"Oh I am sorry. I am Charlotte Adams. I wrote to you about the book about the Bloodstone? I was wondering in addition to talking to you about it would you or preferably Dr Rivers be willing to assist in a new endeavour?"

Abegail barely contained her sigh and clenched teeth, "I replied to you today Miss Adams but this works just as easily although I am still unsure how you got my number here....I have no interest in a book on the bloodstone and both Dr River's and I have long since put our adventuring days behind us. I will not divulge his information as he is a very busy man. Thank you and I apologize for your trouble."

Abegail hung up the phone but a general unease fell over her. "Damn it."

Abegail had gotten the offer to meet with a man who seemed to have some knowledge of her "predictament"

Immediately she was on edge and concerned. No one other than Walter, Gunter and herself had been there when she was shot. No one else knew that she carried the blood flag with her at all time and without it she would be dead. Abegail had paced for days, not sleeping, barely eating and trying to get a call to Walter. The call was futile. The man was never in the office, no one could or would help her locate him.

A day before the meeting was prearranged, Abegail had taken a step she had never thought she'd do. The small handgun now sat on the table as Abegail fidgeted. She didn't want to go, she had come here to get away from all of that. Yet...

She shoved the gun in her small bag and headed out to the door, market basket on her arm.

"I will walk by....look." Abegail talked herself into leaving the house. Her footsteps carried her toward the market and towards the cafe. Her mouth was dry and her hand slipped into her bag, clasping the gun for a moment. The cold steel was a comfort.

Abegail stood in a bit of shadow and peered inside the cafe. Sparsely populated the man stuck out. She bit her lip and attempted to decide if she should go in or not. She would have to move, that was a given. Too many phone calls, too many people finding her.

Anger began to burn. She liked it here and now she needed a new place to get away from the dark things in the world. Resolved she walked into the cafe.

"Excuse me. I believe you might be waiting for me. I will not be joining you and I would thank you to not follow or approach me again. I do not know what you think you know but there is nothing you can do for me."

Abegail turned on her heel, auburn hair whipping around and she began to walk out.

Klaus sat in the cafe patiently waiting for Abigail to make her appearance, as proof that she was sufficiently intrigued and accepting of his offer, only to be confronted by an aggressive and impatient auburn haired woman who had turned on her heels and walked away from his table. It was quite obvious that she had no intention of accepting his gracious offer, at the same time Klaus could tell that Abigail was perhaps less weary of him due to his general posture and clean-cut demeanor, this was one of the things that set Klaus Raimund apart from the average Nazi agent, he had a disarming aire about him.

It also helped that Klaus wore an expensive and yet simple suit and that he exhibited non of the brutish traits that Abigail had so detested in the personalities of an Niclas Elberich, or Gottberg Von Adelwolf type. This was exemplified by Klaus' reaction to Abigail's quick paced approach to his table-A pleasant smile broke out upon his face as he made the respectful gesture of arising from his chair. These were perhaps insignificant actions, but they had achieved the desired effect of alleviating some of the tension which had build up within Abigail's mind.

These were completely calculated gestures of course, and Klaus Raimund was renowned for this kind of disarming charm.

Klaus arose from his chair as he held out the dossier which had been set out on the table before him. "I'm sorry Madame, I will bother you no more. But please, take this folder. In it you will find my credentials, background materials and personal information."

Klaus stood in a fixed position with his right arm extended, the dossier clasped between his thumb and forefinger.

Along with his personal documents the folder contained something spectacular-Blueprints for an ambitious Nazi project. Particular portions of these blueprints were vague, but it did contain sufficiently intriguing details to interest Abigail McHugh, if she should accept the folder and read it.

It mentioned life support and enhancement technology which could be very useful to the professor.

Abegail stopped. He was apologetic, promising not to bother her but had something for her. She was annoyed but the researcher in her was curious. She turned slowly to face him.

Taking the dossier she looked around her at the few other patrons. She remained standing as she opened it scanning the papers.

Abegail flipped past some, clearly his credentials and personal information. Those things did not matter now, she couldn't double check them in this moment. There were other papers and blueprints. Abegail looked up at the man, an eyebrow raised skeptically.

"Why would you think I would have any use for this information?" Her tone and speech perfectly level. Inside her mind was racing at what she had glimpsed. "Life support...." Abegail did her best to remain very calm.

She closed the dossier and held it to her chest. Looking him over as she waited for an answer. He was handsome enough, if a bit severe. It was hard to tell his country of origin from his features although there was some germanic blood in his family tree based on a few facial features. He spoke in a very British fashion, the accent hard to decipher.

Klaus, who had introduced himself as Franklin Belmont of Yorkshire England had mustered all his deceptive capabilities in order to portray pure disappointment and confusion within his face.

"Don't you understand? This could be the answer you seek, its the possibility of a cure to your burdens. If we can retrieve this technology....The possibilities are limitless! Now I realize that science is not your field, but imagine what the discovery and acquisition of this technology could mean to the world. Frankly, Dr McHugh, I am not the adventuring type, I have no experience in such endeavors, but you! You have worked with the best-With Professor Jones and Dr Miller. I have no doubt of your own abilities......."

Klaus had interrupted himself, and with a look of hopefulness now displayed upon his face he awaited Abigael's reaction to his latest deception.

Abegail's eyes flashed, her teeth clenched and she tried to remain calm but her Irish temper was very close to breaking as she stepped close to the man.

"What do ye know of my burden? What is it ye think ye can cure?"

Abegail searched his face for how he could possibly know what had happened to her in Austria. No one knew save Gunter and Walter. There was no way for anyone else to know. Both Nazi's were dead. Abegail felt the colour drain from her face. "They are dead...they have to be...."

Her hands trembled slightly at the thought of either man still being alive and walking the earth. She had shot Niclas herself. Fingers gripped the dossier tighter. Abegail for the first time in a long time was afraid.

Abegail had learned a long time ago not to feel guilty when others tried to tug at her heart strings. Not being a romantic or overly compassionate Abegail was more fixated on that the man seemed to think he knew and she wanted to get to the bottom of this enigma.

She took a large calming breath, "I am sorry but I do not think I know what you are referring to exactly. Please, let us get a coffee and you can explain why you sought me out and what it is you think you might know. Also, I would very much like to know how you found me."

Her anger had ebbed some, her tone back to professional and level, her accent once again gone behind her cool demeanour. Abegail gestured to the table. She was mildly uncomfortable with her back to the door but she shifted the chair slightly to be able to keep it in her peripheral vision.

Abegail waited impatiently as Franklin summoned the waitress. Abegail scowled as the woman took her time to move to the table but her scowled turned to an expression of shock at Franklin's statement.

Abegail shook her head. He couldn't possibly be right. There was no way that Walter told anyone about what happened, about her needing to keep the flag on her person, about how she had died but yet lived. He'd never risk her life like that. If someone tried to take the pieces of the flag from her it would mean her death and it's power was enough for anyone to attack her.

That fact was why Abegail had gone through such lengths to have it split up and stashed in various forms on her person at all times. Many pieces meant it couldn't simply be taken away.

Part of her was relieved...clearly Niclas or Adalwolf were dead. They were not walking around, spilling her secrets or hunting her and Walter down. The other part was struggling to believe that Walter would have told her secret. He wouldn't knowingly put her in danger, of that she was sure. But if someone got him talking.....

"So you say Dr Miller told you. Where did you meet him? How long ago was this?"

Abegail rested her elbows on the table and stared at the man across from her.

The waitress approached and Abegail ordered a coffee and waited for the man to both order and answer her question.

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.

Abegail fumed as the man refused to answer her question, instead almost dissmissing her and standing. He walked away and Abegail turned, watching him leave.

"What game is he playing at?" She was trying to calculate exactly what was in it for him to help her and if this was actually help he was offering.

Her head cocked to one side, auburn hair falling slightly over her shoulder. He seemed to know an awful lot about everything surrounding this treatment. Abegail could not wrap her head around why he wanted to help her, what benefit it would have to him and why not just hire someone to take what he wanted? If he had it he could sell her treatment for any price, should she want it. Something about the whole situation sat wrong in her stomach.

Abegail shook her head at the back of the curious man as he left the cafe. Her coffee arrived and Abegail sipped it while she thought on this unusual meeting. Her fingers drummed the papers on the table.

Her cup was empty and Abegail stood, she had a clear plan in her head. First she needed to contact Walter, second she needed to leave here and third, she needed to make some calls to find out about this Franklin.

Abegail left the cafe, bag and papers in hand. Heading to her villa quickly she kept an eye out over her shoulder. "I thought I was done being concerned about what lurked in the shadows...." she muttered to herself.

The door was locked behind her, gun extracted from its hiding place in her bag and papers were brought to her desk as she sat. Abegail picked up the receiver and began dialing Walter's number. "Ye better pick up...."

She flipped through her mail as she listened to the ring in her ear of the phone trying to connect.

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She walked through the streets, approaching the front door of the residence she was looking for. Charlotte fixed her hair and pressed the ringer on the door next the little label that said Miller.

There was no difference of time between South Africa and Spain, thus enabling Abigail and Walter to converse at the same time of day, even though they were physically separated by vastly different locals. Walter had arrived home several hours ago, with only a single meeting to attend that day, the mid-afternoon hours were quickly vanishing from the skyline over Pretoria as the living room phone began to ring.

Water had been relaxing in his favorite chair ever since coming home, he had been fallen in and out of sleep for the last hour, only to be awoken by the double assault of a ringing phone and the sudden oncoming of knocking at his apartment door.

"Kak, Altyd wanneer I'm slaap." Walter cursed the phone and door that interrupted his desire for rest.

Walter reluctantly climbed from the warmth of his favorite recliner; it was far more imperative to answer the phone before making a dodge for the door, the person behind the wooden barrier could stand to wait, but the person on the phone might hang up if it were not answered with some urgency.

Walking over to the black, shiny phone Walter picked up the receiver and placed it against his ear and mouth. "Ja, dokter Miller hier."

Before the person on the end of the line could respond. "Een oomblik."

Walter asked the person to hold on for a second, he had assumed that the individual calling was doing so from some other part of South Africa, and as this was only logical he didn't think twice about speaking Afrikaans to the person calling.

Arriving at the door Walter reached out and turned the doorknob, pulling the door open but slightly he inquired as to who was there.

Abegail jumped when she heard Walter's voice. She rolled her eyes. "Walter, it's...." She heard him say something and then the clunk of the receiver on a hard surface. "Really Walter...." Abegail huffed into the phone. Her foot began to tap impatiently as she waited for him to come back.

At the door, Charlotte stood and looked up at Walter. "Dr Miller?" Her large eyes looked into his, her sweetest smile accompanied her psuedo-American accent.

"I do hope I have the right place. I'm so very sorry if it isn't....I am looking for Dr. Walter Miller." Charlotte knew she had the right man but found this particular ploy always worked best when talking to a mark. She knew all she needed to know about him save where he was and Abegail's letters had given that away. Charlotte had been tracking them for a while and at first it still proved elusive. The contact with Abegail by phone and the letter Charlotte got in response were both of no help but the last letter Abegail had sent Charlotte was able to get before it left the post office in Spain.

Charlotte had gotten here has fast as she could.

On the phone Abegail grew impatient. "Walter, I donna care what yer doin' I need to talk to ye!"

Walter was surprised to see the beautiful blond at his door with her charming smile and lovely American voice. "Yes, I am....huh." Walter tried to continue his introduction but was suddenly stopped by the realization that some was awaiting him on the phone. "Shoot, please hold on one moment." Walter said before dashing for the phone. "Yes, who is this?" When Walter picked the up the receiver for the second time he had answered it in English, mostly due to the fact that he had just been speaking in that language upon answering the knock from the feminine caller.

Charlotte smiled more, her eyes lighting up. "Oh wonderful! Dr. Miller I would love just a few moments of your time if you could spare...."

She frowned as he darted away and began speaking. Charlotte ducked her head into the open door way. Her eyes took in the room and she quietly stepped up the last stair and entered Walter's home. Quietly, she closed the door behind her and stood patiently by the door.

Listening, Charlotte did her best to hear Walter's conversation.

Abegail, exasperated sighed into the phone, "Ye right ass. What is the meanin' of puttin' the phone down on me?" She hadn't realized how much Franklin's visit had shaken her but the tears forming in her eyes and the catching of her words in her throat made Abegail pause.

"Walter...Walter somethin'...something is going on." Abegail did her best to calm her self but there was still a waiver in her voice. "Are you free to talk? I need to ask you something."

Abegail's eyes darted over to the dossier that sat under her now shaking hand. "Damn it Abby, get a grip."

In the room Charlotte, bit her lip thinking. She needed Walter to focus on her. "Dr. Miller, I let myself in. I won't be in the way will I? I just figured while you were on the phone..." She smiled sweetly, her eyes large and innocent.

Abegail almost dropped the phone when she heard the female voice come from the receiver. She recognized it and it sent a chill up her spine. "How? Why? I told her not interested....oh no..."

Abegail grew insistent, "Walter, did you get my last letter? That woman...the one in your home? She has been pestering me about finding you. Something about the Bloodstone but look...Walter a man tracked me down. Said you told him about what happened with the flag and that you told him how to find me. Did you? I didn't tell that woman anything, I do not know how she found you but something is very wrong Walter."

She waited anxiously for Walter to respond, doing her very best not to become too angry or upset.

There was definitely something wrong with Abigail, Walter could hear it in her voice, he certainly knew her well enough to know that it took quite a bit to get her acting the way she was now. Walter barely had enough time to respond to Abigail's first inquiry before she switch to a second in the matter of single breath.

It wasn't until she had mentioned the mysterious lady who had just entered his home that Walter finally got a chance to respond to Abigail's concerns. Walter could hear everything that the blond woman in the next room was saying but he felt the need to stick with Abigail on the phone.

Abby had mentioned something about a letter that he was suppose to have received from her, he tried hard to think but simply could not remember any letter about a woman or the Blackstone of Lucifer, at least nothing in the last few years.

"Abby, a letter? I haven't received anything from you since.....Christ, four months ago when you wrote me about that abstract painting that you've had your eye on."

Walter was totally confused about the conversation that he was having, the only thing that was making any sense was what she had said about the man who had approached him little over a week ago.

"Yes, I talked to him a bit. He gave me a file folder filled with information, it all checked out. Why? Is he bothering you?"

Abegail almost dropped the phone. "Nothing? Nothing for months? But...I sent..." Her hands began to shake. Something was going on and had been in the works for months. Abegail did not know what it was but she knew it wasn't going to stand.

Charlotte sneered a little when she heard Walter say the name Abby into the phone. "Blasted woman."

Abegail shook her head, "You talked to him? Did you tell him where I was? Walter...he knows about the flag, that I need it. There is no way for him to know that unless someone told him. He said you told him, told him everything."

She was trying very hard to keep her composure but at that moment Abegail didn't know if she should be angry, scared or upset. The three warred inside of her.

Charlotte took two steps further into the house. "Dr. Miller, I really just have some questions that I would love to ask you. I won't take up too much of your time. Could we talk over lunch or maybe dinner tomorrow?" Her voice was raised in hopes of getting his attention away from the phone. If he spoke too long with Abegail he might learn that the Irishwoman had already attempted to get rid of her. Charlotte needed Walter to want to talk to her, to help her...

On the phone Abegail went quiet while she waited for Walter's answer. Her eyes darted around the room. "I need a drink...."

Her free hand left the dossier and reached for the nearby bottle of scotch on the desk. She reached a little further and found a glass. A healthy drink was poured out and half of it was swallowed immediately. Abegail sighed as the liquid burned her throat.

Walter was beginning to sense that he had a made a terrible mistake by telling the man about Abigail and her condition. His intentions and heart were in the right place. He had been keeping an eye out for any kind of danger for the last few years, but never once did he find any evidence that either he or Abigail were being monitored.

He had even asked some of his friends in the government to do a little spying for him. Non of this turned up any results, but now it seems that he had been mistaken all along, and now he had to face the consequences.

"Yes Abby I told him about your problem, I thought he could help and all the information I got in regards to his identity and his past had checked out. Its been years and Ive never found any proof that we are under surveillance. I am truly sorry. Say the word and Ill catch the next flight out."

As Walter talked to Abigail on the phone he heard the lady in the next room ask him about dinner or something. The woman was worried that Abigail might tell Walter that she had already tried to contact him through Abigial and that she refused to give the strange woman any information regarding her colleagues whereabouts-If only Walter had been so diligent.

"Hold on a second."

Walter managed to get the words out to the blond standing in his living room as he conversed with his friend on the phone.

Abegail went silent. it was like her heart stopped as Walter told her he had told the man about her...condition. She heard the woman's voice again and Walter telling her to hold on, although for a moment Abegail wasn't sure who it was meant for.

Charlotte scowled. She could hear Walter explaining that he didn't think they were under surveillance, that he had told someone about Abegail, that he would take a flight out if she so desired it. Charlotte couldn't have that.

She took a few more steps towards the other room. "Oh I can wait Dr Miller. I would love your company though."

Abegail took a slow breath in and then let it out while she took a large drink from her glass again. "Aye Walter. I am sure ye thought ye were helpin'."

Her fingers traced the dossier again. "I think we need to meet. Walter, I am scared. Somethin' is na right." She was angry for being so weak but she didn't want to face the man alone again and she wanted to talk to see Walter in person before he discussed anything with the woman.

"When can ye fly out?" Abegail's voice was quiet as she gave in to her fear and concern and asked Walter to meet her.

Walter hadn't seen Abigail quite like this before, he could tell that she was very upset by what he had brought upon her, all without meaning to, of course. Still, the damage had been done and now Walter must make moves to correct his mistake.

"I can be there in the next 13 to 15 hours, allowing time for acquiring tickets and of course the flight itself." Walter hoped this would calm Abigial down and perhaps give her some relief from her worries. Now it was time to turn his attentions to the lady in the next room.

"Don't worry anymore, I ll be there soon. Goodbye Abby." Walter said his final words of reassurance to Abigail before hanging up the phone.

The fact is that Walter was so involved with solving Abigail's problem he had totally forgotten about her warning concerning the blond. "I am so very and truly sorry if it seemed I was ignoring you. Bit of a crisis."

Walter had picked up a pen and began writing a note to himself, at that exact moment a black clad male stranger entered Walter's home.

Charlotte had brought him in case the professor was already aware of her contacting Abigial and of the professors refusal. Charlotte was taking to long and so the officer was made suspicious, he had come into the building to see what was going on.

After Charlotte had whispered to him, the man hid behind the door leading to the kitchen to wait for Walter.

"I think I have to catch the next flight to Spain." Walter attempted too apologize as he walked back into the living room.

Before the professor could take three steps into the next room Walter was attacked from behind-Hit over the head with a heavy object. Walter fell to the floor unconscious, there would be no flight to Spain for him, at least not for several hours.

"Für diese Sinn machen, ich fürchte, ich muss Ihnen eine ähnliche Behandlung."

The disguised SS officer walked over to Charlotte pulling tightly on the black gloves which covered his clenched fist, as if to signify what needed to be done to solve this little problem.

Back in Spain another problem was about to be solved.

No sooner had Abigail set the phone down it began to ring. Picking it up she heard a mans voice.

"Dr Abigail Mchugh? I am an associate of Franklin Belmont. Dr Belmont is on his way to Germany, he has given me the task of informing you. He also said that the offer is still open to you. If you should change your mind, the tickets are in the folder, he says. Thank you Mrs Mchugh."

Abegail sighed in relief, "Yes, thank you Walter....thank you."

He hung up the phone and Abegail did the same at her end. She sat for a moment, her head in her hands and just tried to breathe. Thoughts whirled in her head, things to do, things she knew and things she needed to find out but right now at least Walter would come and they could tackle it together.

Her hand wrapped around her glass and she took a drink. Swallowing, Abegail put her head back and let the scotch work its way down.
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Charlotte glanced as the man entered quietly. She whispered some details to him and remained where she stood while he hid. Her face was the mask of patience and sweetness as Walter came into the room apologizing. Her smile remained as the figure appeared behind the professor and knocked him unconcious.

Charlotte's smile fell away, "This was not supposed to go this way. That woman is a pain. He will be delayed from going to her but I need him to help me." She shook her head at his comment. "Let me think this out."

Her foot tapped the floor impatiently.
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The ringing of the phone made Abegail jump. She picked up the reciever immediately. "Hello?"

She had hope the voice would be Walter, confirming something or asking her another question. Abegail knew that woman was there and it made her stomach churn not knowing what was really going on or if Walter would be able to get rid of her quick enough.

Abegail shook her head and frowned. "I told your associate that I am not interested. I also do not appreciate him giving out my number to people I do not know. May I have your name?" She was barely holding her anger in check. She flipped open the folder. There was in fact airline tickets. "Too much...too many holes..."
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Charlotte looked at the man. "You will leave. You will take something...I do not care what. I will remain here. When he wakes I will fake unconciousness as if he and I were attacked and his home broken into. I will see if I can stall him even longer and convince him to forget the red-headed bitch and help me."

The 11-15 hour period Walter had promised Abigail as the time frame for his arrival in Spain had come and gone, with no sign of professor Miller. It was now a few hours past 12 as Abigail sat in her home awaiting information as to when Walter was suppose to make his appearance. When suddenly her living room phone began to ring. On the other end was a familiar voice, that of one Klaus Raimund aka Franklin Belmont. The man who had been reported to have left Spain by plane and to be on his way to Germany was clearly still around. Klaus had a surprise for Abigail, should she be brave enough to converse with him.