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Abegail McHugh

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a character in “Seeking the Blood Flag”, as played by SkullsandSlippers

Description

Age:31
Gender:female
Profession:History Professor-visiting lecturer
Hair:Auburn, very wavy
Eyes:Hazel
Nationality:Irish
Height: 5'5
Weight: 120 lbs

Personality

Abegail has a wicked temper. She is easy to laugh and smile but easy to anger. The term Irish temper surely fits Abby.
She often has to bite her tongue in order to keep herself out of trouble. She has smoothed out her accent but when she is angry is comes in thick and it is hard to understand her.

Abby loves history. Loves books and maps. Abby is particularily fond of conspiracy in history. From the plot to kill Caesar to the Templars she loves it all.

She enjoys scotch, although she indulges in private as it is seen as a man's drink. Abby loves bread and butter and thick stew.

Abby hates to be called Gail, prefering Abby as a nickname. However, she prefers Abegail.
Abegail hates wine, liver and onions and high heeled shoes (She prefers flats). Abby has no time or inclination for poetry or the over romanticization of history. There is no room for damsels and poetic love in history.

Respect from her coworkers is very important to her. She is considered young for a professor but she is good at what she does. Abegail has always done extensive research. It is the thing that got her noticed.

Equipment

Abegail dresses in simple skirts and blouses, fitting a professor. She wears flats and is always in possession of a worn leather briefcase.

She carries notepads and various research textbooks in her briefcase.

History

Abegail is from Ireland.

She is the fourth of nine children. She has an older sister and two older brothers. She has two younger sisters, and three younger brothers with the last two being twins.

Her father was a doctor in their small town and her mother was a school teacher.

Her older brothers were very protective of Abegail and their younger sisters. This drove Abby crazy. Her younger brothers taunted her often, calling her Gully. This irked her to no end.

Abegail surrounded herself with books. She pushed aside the notion of marriage, prefering the comfort of books. Abby is of the belief that a husband would want her to give up her life as a historian for children and a home. Abby has no intention of that.

At her former university she did have a brief relationship with another professor. It was not serious and when he pushed for more she took a job offer overseas at Marshall College.

Abegail has worked here now for two years.

So begins...

Abegail McHugh's Story

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Abegail was sitting at her desk. Her afternoon classes were done and thankfully she had none to teach this evening. School had just started back up again and Abegail was attempting to adjust again to life as a professor.

She had taken time off last year, going back home to be with her family. It hadn't been much of a break as adventure seemed to follow her there. Abegail sighed slightly, thinking of Ireland, Bridget's death and Walter's disappearance. She picked up a notebook and scanned it. Pages of people she had contacted, leads she had followed and places quickly jotted down as she searched for Walter. He had taken off to track down Niclas after the man had killed Bridget.

Picking up her glass and taking a healthy drink of her scotch, Abegail wished Indy hadn't left again. He was off doing what Indy did best and leaving her to deal with finding Walter alone. Nothing fruitful had come yet of all of her phone calls. Sightings of both men but never concrete information or proof. It was getting frustrating and the worry it caused was eating at her.

Thankfully, the war was over and as soldiers returned life seemed to settle into a normal pace for everyone around her. Abegail was trying. Classes took up a great deal of her time, papers would soon begin to come in and they would need marking and there was always her research. Pushing the notebook away and placing her glass down, she turned to look at her shelf of books. The grail. It had been her life's work. Abegail and Walter had set off to find the Lucifer's Stone, the thing reported to be the grail and after having found it and buried it under a mountain her research didn't have the same feel anymore. The passion was gone. It was one of the reasons Abegail had gone home to Ireland last year. Rumours spread that it had been a lover's falling out with Walter that had caused the woman to take time off but that was to be expected given she was single, a woman and had been travelling with the man. Abegail chuckled softly as the rumour amused her more than angered her. It was to be expected and it wasn't the first time such things had cropped up around her.

Abegail had a habit of being head strong and independant. Her mother lectured her incessantly about marriage and children. Abegail was content to work, teach and have the ocassional evening with another. She had too much of her own spirit as her mother was fond of saying.

"I need air." Abegail stood, downed the last of her scotch and stretched her arms a little before donning her coat and gloves. A walk around the college would clear her head and she could reagain focus on the newest batch of leadings in Walter's location. Her shoes, practical flats, made small noises as she walked the empty hall. Most of the staff had left by now, dinners with family and friends or lectures to do. Stepping outside, Abegail took a deep breath of the fall air. It was nice to be back but it would be better if she knew where Walter was and if he was alright.

She walked along one of the numerous sidewalks that crisscrossed the campus, nodding ocassionally to students who greeted her.

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Abegail woke the next morning, uncharacteristically in her own bed. It was her habit, most of her adult life to fall asleep at her desk while reading and doing research. The passion to push into her next paper was just not there. Sighing, Abegail pushed herself out of bed and into the bathroom. She cleaned up and dressed, pulling her hair off of her face but leaving it down, not having the patience to pin it up this morning. Taming the auburn locks took more effort than it was often worth it and her somewhat foul mood this morning meant she was not interested in fighting with it.

She moved to her small kitchen and after a quick breakfast of toast and a glass of juice, Abegail donned her coat and grabbed her briefcase. The walk was short but the brisk fall air warranted a quick pace. Abegail crossed the campus and headed to her office. She still had two hours before her first lecture. Opening the door to her office, she dropped her briefcase on her chair and tossed her coat on the back of the door. Abegail quickly headed off to find coffee, passing Walter's office. The door was closed and there were no lights on. She sighed heavily and moved past.

Fifteen minutes later, Abegail sat at her desk. A hot mug of coffee beside her and her lecture notes in front of her. A few more corrections were made before she turned her attention to her coffee. Picking it up, she took a big drink and shifted in her chair to lean back.

"Walter, where the hell are ye?" Her thoughts wandered to her colleague and friend. She hoped that he and Niclas hadn't killed each other. Well that wasn't accurate. Part of her did not care if Walter killed the other man, he was not her favourite person in the world. A knot of guilt crept in, Abegail did not want people to die but her quick temper often brought out the worst in her before she could logically think things through.

The day found her in and out of lectures all day. Mug in tow, refilled before every new class entered, Abegail lectured on European history and grail mythology. Her newest class was on the myths and legends of Ireland, her home. This had come about after her last adventure with Walter and the talk kept the most recent wounds fresh and raw. As the lecture today was on the cairns, burial mounds of Ireland she couldn't help but remember running in them and fighting for the life of herself and her friends.

Finally, dinner time approached and Abegail would have a break before her one evening class. She sat heavily at her desk and pushing notes aside, pulled a bruised apple out of her desk. It would have to do for dinner tonight. She ate it while flipping through the newpaper. She loved history but with the war ending and Hilter dying Abegail was trying to keep up on the fall out. Things were happening that affected the whole world and it would do her no good to ignore the outside world.

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Abegail jumped as the sound of a fist on her door frame shook her from her thoughts. Frowning she took the letter. "For Walter? Yes, thank you." No, not letter but letters. Distracted, Abegail turned back to her desk, ignoring the mail carrier as he exited.

Looking at them, her curiousity got the better of Abegail. She opened them, figuring with Walter missing it was almost prudent that someone open and scan his mail in case it was very important.

Abegail stared at the papers. Typed, not hand written and unsigned. She frowned heavily as she scanned both letters. They were both for her, both asking for her to come someplace. One to Austria and one to Kansas. Abegail placed them both on her desk. Walter couldn't be in both places at the same time. Perhaps one was from Indy?

Abegail bit her lip. She sneered slightly as the first one called her Gail. She hated that and everyone knew that. Even Walter, would correct himself if he happened to refer to her as such, something that happened very rarely.

The other called her Abby. What if calling her the wrong name was a clue? A way to get her attention? What if it was simply from someone taking a risk at using a nickname? Why weren't they signed?

Abegail was frustrated. Why did every man she encountered have to make everything into a mystery, a great puzzle? She stood and began pacing her small office. Neither one sounded like Walter but if written under distress they could both be.

"Ugh!" She batted at the papers on the desk. Abegail looked down again, scanning the papers. She needed to make a decision. Abegail wondered if she could make the shorter trip to Kansas, not follow the itinerary, look around and get away to Austria if it proved to be a trap. It was this thought that remained in her head as she headed off to her evening class. She needed to make a decision and soon.

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Abegail finished teaching and still hadn't reached a decision. She knew she was going to have to make arrangements to leave she just wasn't positive on her destination yet. Her students filed out and Abegail closed the door behind her. The administration office would be closed by now but she could get things ready in her office, fill out the paper work and go home to pack. In the morning all that Abegail would have to do is head to the office, drop off the papers and be on her way to the airport.

She walked down the quickly emptying halls, heading to her office. Abegail closed the door behind her and dropped her books and notes on the desk. A light toss found her briefcase onto a near by worn armchair. Running a hand into her auburn hair she secured it again and then sat. Picking up the phone she began to make the calls to other professors, ones who would cover her classes while she was gone. Abegail's lecture notes and assignments were all lined up for the year, so taking her classes was never a hassle. It was a skill she had learned from the first few excursions she had been on with Walter. There was no telling where she'd end up or how long she would be gone for so best to be prepared ahead of time.

A half an hour later and all of her classes were covered. Abegail piled the notes for each class neatly on her desk. Pulling a bottle from her bottom drawer, she poured herself a healthy shot of scotch. Sitting back and sipping it she scanned the letters again. Kansas? Austria? Two very different places and nothing to link them save the odd letters.

Abegail began to fill out the paperwork for her leave. An hour an half and two glasses of scothc later, Abegail picked up her papers, her briefcase and coat, exiting her office. She walked the now very empty halls of Marshall College. Placing her briefcase at her feet, Abegail donned her jacket before stepping into the crisp fall night.

A quick walk brought her to the tiny one bedroom apartment she rented from the college. It was in a shared home, converted into apartments for female staff. The place was small, stuffy and cramped full of books. Locking her door behind her, Abegail dropped her coat on the couch and began packing.

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Abegail heard the call for boarding and stood in line. She was antsy, figeting as she waited and simply wanted to be on the plane. It would be a short flight to Kansas and from there she would figure out what to do next. Both letters had said her flight was taken care of but only the one calling her to Austria had made arrangements for lodgings.

"Why am I doing this again?" Abegail began to think that this was a terrible plan. Standing there, she almost turned and removed herself from the line. "No, go take a look around find out if Walter is there, or been there....only a few hours out of your day. Maybe a full day..."

The line began to move and Abegail boarded the plane. Taking her seat she was too lost in her own thoughts to worry about the other passengers.

It did not take long before the plane was landing in Kansas. The people in front of her stood and Abegail gathered her things, following the others out. Abegail stepped into the airport and had to take a moment to figure out her next move.

Frowning, she decided to find a phone booth. She start by calling around to hotels and such. Maybe head to the largest college. Abegail picked up her suitcase and began winding her way past people in search of a phone booth.

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Abegail fumbled around in her purse. She knew she had change in there and if she was just a bit more organized she would have found it and started on her phone call before the voice broke her concentration.

She didn't turn immediately. The voice crept up her spine. Abegail inhaled deeply, unsure she was ready to turn and face the person standing behind her. "This should not be happening...not like this..." She gripped her briefcase hard and manouvring around her small suitcase, Abegail turned.

Her eyes focused on the man who had spoken to her. Abegail did her very best to keep her breathing steady and she swallowed down the words that threatened to burst forth.

"Do ye no good causin' a scene Abby..." The voice in her head told her as if trying to reassure her that eveything would be alright if she just stayed calm and thought things through.

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Her face, hard as she turned, softened when she saw Walter. Surprise lit her eyes. "Yer a right arse but I'm happy ta see ye." Abegail hugged him back, tears threatening to drop from her eyes. She had so many fears about what had happened to him over the last year. To see him now in front of her, alive and in one piece was a welcome relief.

"Do ye have any idea how much..." Abegail stopped chastising him as Walter stepped away and his face hardened. She stood straight as Walter reached for his pistol. She had a great deal to ask him, about the last year, about the letters and about what he was doing now but she let those slip away. There would be time for that later or at least she hoped there would be.

Abegail gave Walter a slight nod of understanding, held her briefcase in her hand, reached to pick up her suitcase in the other hand and waited for his cue to move. She was still in the phone booth with little room to go far and Walter blocked her only exit. She'd have to rely on him to lead her.

She watched him, glancing in her perpheral for some idea of who it was that she should be concerned about. She couldn't see anyone in particular and she wasn't willing to look behind her, he had asked her not to and she wouldn't jeopardize things but going against his wishes.

Abegail let the words stream through a slightly smiling mouth, keeping up the appearance of friends happy to see each other. "Who is there? Are we running?" She was hit by a bit of deja vu. Years ago, she and Walter running through a train station with Niclas on their heels. That time she had been trapped in a bathroom not a phone booth but the situations had the same feel, sparked the same urge to fight her way out.

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Slipping the gun from his pocket Walter held the pistol at his side as he peered over Abigail's shoulder at the strangers behind the phone booth. Walter's memory also flashed back to the similar experience that he had shared with Abagail several years before.

Luckily, Walter had made arrangements for a chauffeured vehicle to be parked at airport's main door, just in case the two of them were forced to exit the building in haste. The main doors were relatively close to where Walter and Abigail were standing and so Walter decided that they should make a break for it.

The unknown assailants standing behind the booth had sensed that the two scholars might choose to run, and so with each step that she and Walter made the strangers stepped also. Walter was slowly walking backward with Abigail facing him as she also traveled toward the doors.

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Abegail watched Walter carefully. He stepped backwards and Abegail stepped forward, moving with him. She moved closer to him. She put both of her bags in one hand and reached for his. She held his hand, giving the pretense of a reunited couple but doing so meant they could not be seperated. Abegail stayed on the opposite side of Walter from the gun, giving him full movement with it. Her hand gripped his.

She had no idea who it was that they were avoiding but it didn't matter. If Walter felt there was a threat and she was here to help him then she would simply stick close.

Abegail was grateful yet again that she prefered sensible flats to the heeled shoes of many of her gender. If they were going to have to run at least she wouldn't have to worry about slowing them down or twisting something.

"Do we have a plan?" Her voice was calm as she kept her sweet smile, not wishing to bring attention to them. Her eyes turned towards the door calculating how much further they had to go and how many people were in their way should they have to make a run for it. The airport was considerably less crowded than the train station had been the last time the pair ran away from a pursuing entity, however they had more distance to cover.

"Walter, there is not much in the way of crowd but there is a good deal of time for us to be caught before we get to the door." Abegail spotted a garbage can. "I will knock the garbage into the way when we get past it and worse case I will toss my suitcase at them."

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"He has a gun!!" came an arrant scream from a female attendant, who had seen the glimmer of Walter's weapon from her position behind the counter, unaware that it was Abigail and Walter who were in danger, the two frightening looking mugs in front of them going unnoticed.

Walter's head snapped toward the direction of the sound, turning his head to find three more goons quickly approaching them -with guns at the ready.

"I've decided that I hate plane and train stations." Walter said dryly.

His offhanded remark caused Abigail to turn her head and look. Walter stopped dead.

The black clad Nazi between the two larger gentleman had lowered the weapon which slightly obscured his face. "Herr Miller....." He paused slightly before continuing in far more taunting tone. "....Oh and Fraulein McHugh. So pleased to see you once again."

Walter and Abigail were utterly shocked and dumbfounded. "I guess the rumors of your violent and no doubt deserving death were greatly exaggerated." Walter retorted.

He simply could not believe his eyes -Niclas Elberich.

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Abegail rolled her eyes as the woman yelled about Walter's gun. Typical, react before looking at the whole situation. Abegail looked over at the woman but in the process spotted the people that Walter was trying to avoid. It wasn't hard to pick them out.

Three more appeared. Abegail looked at Walter, "I canna agree with ye more." She made a small promise to avoid major transporation hubs from this point on, they only seemed to bring trouble.

Abegail's blood ran cold as a voice called out to Walter and then to her. "Tell me that was ye Walter..." He wouldn't get the chance to respond and she knew in her heart it wasn't. There, standing in the middle of recent arrivals was Niclas. "No bunker and not dead." Her eyes narrowed as she stared at the officer. Instinctually, Abegail stepped closer to Walter, as if being next to him more would somehow protect them. Her hand removed itself from his, grabbing hold of his coat instead. Abegail didn't know if her hands were shaking in fear or anger.

"What do you want?" Her voice was very calm and cold as she addressed the man. There was hate burning in her eyes and it took a great deal of effort not to throw her suitcase at him. Abegail didn't know what they would do now, they were pinned down in the middle. One side had two advancing men and the other Niclas and his two soldiers. Guns were drawn and around there were innocent bystanders. This would not go well for anyone.

There were shouts around them, more yells about the guns as it dawned on people that more than just Walter were armed. She wondered if the authorities were being called and what Niclas would do if they arrived. Abegail was beginning to regret coming to Kansas. At least she had found Walter and he was alive, the bad side she found Niclas and he was also still alive.

"Is this how it will end? Being shot in an airport? There has to be something we can do."

This couldn't be it, not after so many years of running from Niclas, stopping him and his missions. No, Abegail wouldn't just lay down and let him beat them. She looked up at Walter, praying to the saints that he didn't feel defeated.

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It was not the first time when faced with Niclas that Abegail had wanted to punch the man. It also would not be the first time she had ever acted on that urge and had the situation been different, if there wasn't guns pointed at her, she would have punched him in his smug face.

She inhaled deeply and glared at him as he faced Walter. She had no idea what flag the men were discussing. Walter stay tight lipped and Niclas turned back to look at her. He demanded her letters. Abegail frowned. Her letters? What in the world did he want those for? She bit back a comment and simply sneered at the man. If he thought she was just going to hand them over he was sadly mistaken. Abegail had kept him from a great many things, a stone, a sword being just a couple of them there was no way she was handing over a few pieces of paper now.

Abegail looked over his shoulder. There were far too many people, far too many guns. She placed her suitcase down and began to open her briefcase. Taking her time and trying to come up with another solution to this when the sirens drew everyone's attention to the doors.

Abegail, while everyone else's attention was on the police decided to act. A smirk appeared, Abegail really enjoyed getting to do this part. Her briefcase, always weighted with books swung out and smacked Niclas across the face. She watched the man spin slightly, turning away from her. She grabbed her suitcase and Walter and pulled him with her. She pulled him into crowd of people closest to the door.

"Blend in, we are just professors trying to get to Austria. Let them get caught with the guns." She could see the police out front. The doors opened and the random patrons of the airport poured out towards the police. Shouts and screams filled the air. Abegail pulled Walter with her as she followed the crowd out.

A glance behind her and she could see Niclas and his men at the back of the crowd.

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The police officers were screaming for the airport patrons to make room and to calm down so that they might do their jobs in nabbing the armed intruders. The crowd far too concerned for their safety wanted out of the airport immediately, scared and panicked they rushed the front door. The police officer who had called out the command to disarm tried to scan the frantic mob for Walter and Abigail.

Both of whom passed by him within only a few inches as they made their way out of the airport and escaped into the automobile that Walter had arranged. Once safely outside Walter and Abigail could move freely, while Niclas and his henchmen escaped out the employee only exit in the back of the airport.

By the time Niclas and his soldiers could make their way around to the front of the building Walter and Abigail had already driven off in the car which had been parked a block away.

"Abby, those letters, do you still have them?" Walter inquired.

Abigail had nodded that she still possessed the letters and then she pulled them out and showed them to Walter. "Great, look at the one which references Austria. That is what Niclas was curious about."

Abigail scanned the letter, reading the name of the city mentioned in the opening remarks. "That is where we need to go."

As they drove the car to a small private airport 10 miles away Walter told Abigail about the Blood Flag.

"I know that this is perhaps a bit far fetched, but if there is the slightest chance that the legend could be true....."

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Abegail was holding her breath as she and Walter moved through the crowd. She was glad they were so pushy and aggressive, it allowed the pair to get to the vehicle Walter had waiting. Abegail was also very grateful that Walter had a car waiting for them. She climbed in beside him and breathed a sigh of relief.

She frowned as Walter asked about the letters. Abegail nodded and pulled them out of her briefcase. She had planned to go to Austria after the brief stop in Kansas. Now it seemed she would be going and thankfully not alone.

Abegail listened intently as Walter ran down the information about the blood flag. She nodded and wished she was at the library. Books were her go to resource and she felt a little unprepared now. At least she was packed to travel, the rest would come.

They arrived at the private plane and once they had taken off, Abegail turned to Walter.

"Where were you? I have been trying to find you, keeping track of people who saw you or Niclas." She choked back a sob. Abegail was more than a little relieved to see him. All formality fell away, "Walter, I am so happy to see ye. Ye canna imagine what I did tryin' ta find ye after ye lef us." She reached out and hugged him tightly.

Pulling back, blushing a little Abegail looked down at her hands. "I am glad yer alright. Truly I worried about ye Walter."

Abegail sat silent for a time, regaining her composure and going over the things she had learned about the flag in her head. "I have seen an awful lot over the years, I do not doubt for a second that it could possibly be true. When we land we will do some reading, some tracking down of information. It is what needs to get done. It is becoming our normal, you and I." She smiled at him.

Abegail spent the rest of the flight calming her fears about what had become of Walter, calming her nerves about the encounter with Niclas in the airport and thinking over the issue of the blood flag. Eventually she dozed off. She lulled to one side, eventually her head rested on Walter's shoulder. It had been a while since Abegail's dreams were not marred by worries. She slept deeply and soundly for the first time in over a year.

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Once safely inside the plane Abigail turned to Walter as she listed her concerns, she told him how she worried about his well being and safety in the last year. Walter was truly touched by her concerns and when she leaned into him and took his hand he felt closer to her then ever before. The mutual admiration which the two scholars shared with one another would serve them well in the uncertain days which lay before them.

"I am really sorry that I worried you, but I had little choice. The war forced me to go into hiding, I was right in the middle of the action and spent most of my time either huddlled in fear or tracking him down. All I could think about was finding that bloody bastard Niclas. If you'll pardon my vulgarity. Its just that after Andrea and then Bridget.....I."

Walter couldn't bring himself to talk about the specifics of their deaths, stopping in mid-sentence he switched back to the facts concerning his whereabouts. "Through my contact with the Russian scholar and mystic Dr. Dmitri Danechka, I was able to tag along on the final Russian invasion into Berlin."

Abigail lifted her head from Walter's shoulder, as Walter continued.

"I was there Abby. In the bunker. Unfortunately I did not see Hitler's remains, which would have been a fond memory that I would have cherished for the rest of my days. But by that time Niclas was well hidden, having lost all of my contacts to the war, I found myself without the means of tracking him any further. After many misadventures I was finally able to make it back to England and then finally to America. I spent several months watching over the campus, I had to make sure you were safe."

Walter had finished his description of his actions over the last year, placing his head upon Abigail's shoulder (with her head resting on his) the two of them got some much needed rest. Before dozing off Walter whispered to his partner.

"Yes, research." And then finally.

"Another adventure, you and me......"

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Abegail's sleep was deep. Finally finding Walter, expressing her concern and him filling her in on what he had been doing caused the worries to fade and finally let her mind rest. She barely heard his whisper, thinking it part of a dream.

Abegail woke slowly, her neck hurting slightly as she sat up. There was a weight on her and she quickly realized it was Walter. Like her he must have been extremely tired. She smiled. Looking outside the window she realized they were coming in to land soon.

“Walter, we are landing in Austria.” She stretched her back a little. His story of what he had done, where he had been played again through her head. He had followed Niclas to the ends of the earth and back, he was there when Berlin was invaded and he was in the bunker. Abegail shook her head, so much had gone on in the time they had been apart and he could have been killed many, many times.

“Yer an arse for puttin' yerself in such situations.” She whispered to the still sleeping man.

The plane descended more. “Walter, we are about to land.” A hand went into her hair, trying to make it presentable. She figured given the letter that there were arrangements made for their transportation and accomedations. “I hope we don't have to take a train at all.” The thought was not a comforting one as Abegail was aware that train travel was far more common overseas than in the states.

The plane touched down, the landing slightly bumpy, bouncing its passengers. It came to a halt and the doors opened. Abegail slid off the seat and made her way out of the plane. Her legs were stiff and slow from the long flight and she shivered as the air hit her.

Standing on the tarmac, briefcase and suitcase in hand, she waited for Walter.

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Walter had awoken from many hours of sleep to discover that the plane was about to touch down upon the runway. The jolt of the impact shook the sleep from his weary eyes, now fully awake he prepared to exit the small craft.

Abigail had already climbed out of the plane and after grabbing the letters from the backseat he also disembarked. Having joined Abigail upon the tarmac she and Walter made their way to the shack which served as the terminal of this small private airport.

A half hour later a taxi cab pulled up to the terminal to whisk Walter and Abgial away to the hotel which Walter had mentioned within the 'Linz letter'. Walter escorted Abigail out of the terminal and into the waiting taxi, Walter opened the backdoor for Abigail who upon entering the vehicle scooted over to let him inside.

"Driver! Please take us to The Grand Royale in Linz."

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Adalwolf was very aware of the intrusion into his appointed room, sneaking up to the door Adalwolf pressed his ear to the door and listened. From within the room he could hear the commotion and knew that the invaders were searching through his 'special case.' Being on the opposite side of the door Adalwolf did not see the arrant object fly from the case and tumble its way under the bed.

The object had also gone unnoticed by the two people inside the room, this object would not be found by Gunter and his associate. After a few moments the two of them exit the room, realizing this Adalwolf went back to his hiding place. The room was now empty and Adalwolf was allowed to reenter the room to see what the strangers had stolen, but after checking the room thoroughly he couldn't find anything amiss, though the case exhibited clear signs of being tampered with.

When Adalwolf bent down to set the case right he noticed the object which lay beneath the queen-sized bed. Adalwolf was quite relieved that they had not found this particular item. The telegram still needed to be sent and so after hiding the item Adalwolf left to accomplish this task.

Adalwolf was confidant that the small object was now in a safe place away from prying inquisitive eyes.

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Abegail waited as patiently as she could for the taxi to arrive. She kept feeling like somehow Niclas had followed them, that he was here and lurking around a corner. This made her a little afraid but also very angry. She hated feeling like she was helpless, like a victim.

The taxi pulled up and Walter told the driver where they were going. Abegail sat quietly as they drove. After a few minutes into the ride, when she was sure no car was following them and that the driver was more concerned with the road than his passengers, Abegail slid closer to Walter.

She turned her head so that should he look in the mirror the driver would only see her profile. Abegail leaned in close to Walter. Her voice was hushed. "Can we trust that Niclas has no idea where we are staying? He found us in Kansas when you thought he wasn't even in the states."

Abegail pulled away from him, smiling coyly so the driver would assume she was whispering suggestive things to the man and not discussing a SS officer and murderer. For emphasis she slid her gloved hand over Walter's. Abegail kept her eyes on his face. She was concerned that Niclas would catch up to them before they had a chance to do any research, follow any leads and this time, he might succeed in killing them.

Part of her felt bad, she knew Walter had made arrangements already but somehow he had followed Walter, or followed her. Abegail felt ill at the fact that someone working for Niclas might have been watching her all this time, maybe even for the past year. There was no telling who Niclas had working for him or in what shadows they lurked in.

Abegail squeezed Walter's hand. The gesture was meant to be reassuring, she would go along with whatever he wished to do but she wanted them to be cautious. They would need a plan and perhaps more protection.

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The taxi was quickly approaching the hotel when Walter noticed a grand building labeled Library. Walter called for the driver to pull over and let them out. Stepping onto the street the scholars made their way into the fabulously structured multi-storied library.

Passing a plaque which stood beyond the threshold Walter glimpsed at it and learned that during the early days of the war the building had served as the Nazi high command in that region. Walter made comment to this as they entered the second set of doors.

Once inside they quickly made their wavy to a private reading room, there they would decided what books and research materials they would need. The room was a large space with exquisite decor, right down to the large table of medieval design which stood in the center of the room.

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Abegail watched out the window as the taxi pulled up to the building. It was impressive but most libraries made Abegail feel that way. Something about so much knowledge collected in one building that appealed to her.

She stepped out and followed Walter in side. The familiar scent, old books and dust, wafted in the air. Abegail sighed. It was like being surrounded by old friends. In all violence was contained on the pages of the books and those bullets and weapons couldn't kill you the way they could in real life.

Abegail frowned and shook her head sadly when Walter told her that the nazi's had used the building during the war. It was a shame and she had the sinking feeling that they rid the building of books that they found unsuitable.

Once in the private reading room, Abegail dropped her suitcase and briefcase. She closed the door behind Walter. “Now is when I would pull out the history books but this is too recent, too new.”

She undid her coat, dropping the garment over the back of her chair as she sat. “Walter, I will admit I am currently out of my element.” She wished she had a glass and a bottle of scotch. After the excitement of the airport the quiet of the library was a welcome change but a drink would have helped immensely.

“Walter, what if we were followed? What if Niclas has had us tailed?” Abegail gave voice to her concerns. She rested her arms on the table and looked at her companion. She hung her head a little. "Walter I have no clue how to start this search. The occult is your department. So tell me what I should be looking for and I will help you find it."

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"As you pointed out Abby, this is a recent event, so there are no documents from which we might gleam some useful information." Walter said. Looking around the private room in which he and Abigail sat, he continued. "The reason we are here is because I was told that there is a secret passageway in one of the private rooms within this library, this room."

Placing his hands on the edge of the desk to push himself into a standing position Walter started the search. "Its here somewhere, help me find it." Walter proceeded with the search, first checking the obvious. "Maybe, if we're lucky there will be a hidden lever disguised as a book on one of these shelves."

Walter joked as he pulled back on each and every book. "Unfortunately I have no idea what kind of clue is hidden within the secret passageway, perhaps a document. Any number of things." Walter's voice became strained as he stretched to reach the top shelf, pulling on the last book -finding nothing, clearly this was not the way.

Walter let out a sigh of frustration. "We're not going to find it, we'd have to run our fingers over every inch of this room."

Walter took a step toward the medieval style table, he had only applied the tiniest bit of pressure upon the right corner when he noticed a slight imballance. Looking down at the floor where the right leg was positioned he noticed that the tile beneath the foot of the table on the right side was set lower within the concrete.

"Found it." Walter said with great joy. Crouching down Walter pressed down on the single tile with his fingers, the tile forced even lower by the pressure of his touch -it was a release mechanism. Directly beneath the table a solid slab of tiled floor slid back, revealing the secret passageway that Walter had mentioned only minutes before.

Walter now on all fours shimmied his way beneath the medieval table to look down into the darkness below. It was pitch black inside, all Walter could see were the first few rungs of a wooden ladder which were illuminated by the ambient light within the private room.


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Several hours later as the three Inn keepers stood within the reception area Gottberg Von Adalwolf returned, but this time he had brought along some support in the form of five heavily armed American soldiers. Using the telegram he had sent as an excuse to travel to the regional headquarters of the occupying forces -in the case of Austria at this point in time, it was the Americans.

The soldiers were fully aware that Gottberg was a war criminal -a Nazi, but they were under orders, and they were obligated to do whatever Adalwolf might demand of them. The fat sweaty man was still wearing his thick leather coat when he entered the Inn.

"Achtung!"

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Abegail blinked at Walter. If they hadn't already been through so many odd and unbelievable things together she might have thought him out of his mind for suggesting a secret passage in the library. Abegail knew that often things were never what they appear and while this was a library now, there was no telling what other purpose it served when it was first built.

She helped Walter search the shelves of the room, pulling on books and moving items in a hope of displacing something that would open the passage or at least hint at where it might be. Abegail felt along the walls, at the edges of the bookcases for a draft or some sign that there was an opening there. She didn't find anything. They had combed every surface in the room, pulled overy book and stirred up a great deal of dust. Walter's frustrated sigh made Abegail turn to look at him.

She was about to suggest that maybe they had the wrong room or had missed something obvious when Walter leaned on the table. She tilted her head, watching intently as he inspected the floor. Abegail moved to the other end of the table and crouched. She watched Walter press the tile and the floor open up. Walter slid under the table and Abegail stood. She pulled on her coat, picked up her briefcase and cast a small glance at her suitcase. It was small but there was no way a ladder could be climbed while holding it and her briefcase. She opened it and pulled out a few envelopes. These she slid into her briefcase. Abegail had ensured she would have money with her as she travelled and while leaving the few clothing items behind wasn't an issue, a large sum of cash was.

Abegail laid out on the floor next to Walter, "I wish I had packed a torch. After you...." She smiled at him, a twinkle of excitement in her eyes.

She waited for him to begin his descent and then followed after. Her briefcase handle was between her teeth as she made her way down the wooden structure.

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Walter told Abigail to climb through the trap door first as he attempted to bar the door to the reading room. Failing to think of a way to prevent anyone from entering the room Walter settled for the old stand-by of jamming a chair under the door handle, it wasn't particularly inventive, but it was sufficent.

Pushing himself along the tiled floor on his stomach Walter made his way into the darkness below. Abigail was already standing at the bottom of the pit, she had been looking up at Walter as he too descended the sturdy ladder, the light from above illuminate Walter's body briefly before being swallowed by the darkness just as she had.

Walter was about to let go of the ladder when his elbow bumped into something that was handing on the wall -it felt like some kind of fixture, perhaps it was a lantern. His suspicions were shown correct when he took the object in hand.

"Look at this." Walter said to Abigail before smirking at the absurdity of his exclamation. "Oh, silly me, you cant even see your hand in front of your face down here."

Taking his lighter from his trouser pocket and lighting it.

"Its a lantern! I hope it still has some fuel left inside." Flicking on his lighter Walter pushed the flame close to the mantle and opened the valve slightly.

"Its nice to see you again Madame." Walter said jokingly as the light from the old rusted lantern illuminated every inch of the small pit. Walter's attempt to lighten the situation, both figuratively and iterally proved a tremendous failure as he cocked his head to the left.

"There are bodies over there." Walter whispered. Sure enough, Abigail turned her head to find the corpses of a man and a woman laying side by side, gasping aloud she inquired as to who they could be.

From his current position Walter could only disern the relative height of the corpses. With lantern in hand Walter crept over to the bodies, and even though they were badly decayed there was little doubt as to the identity of the male corpse, which to Walter's estimation was roughly 6 foot in extremis.

It was the leader of the bloody Nazi nation -Adolf Hitler.

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Abegail frowned but did as Walter requested and began climbing down the ladder. She could hear him moving around, furniture scrapping on the floor and his shoes echoing. Abegail climbed slowly, her briefcase clenched precariously between her teeth.

Descending slowly her eyes adjusted to the slowly fading light. By the time she reached the middle of the ladder Abegail couldn't see anything. Stepping slowly down, her foot gently finding each rung as she moved lower into the darkness.

Eventually, her foot touch solid ground. Abegail let out a small breath. A shiver went through her body as the cool underground air began to penetrate her coat. Her briefcase now in her hand, Abegail wrapped her arms around herself. It was pointless to try and look around, nothing could be seen in the inky blackness.

Walter's own descent made little noise until a small clang rang out. Abegail raised her eyebrows at him, not that he could see it, and bit back a retort. She most certainly could not see a single thing.

The sound of a lighter and then a burst of light. Abegail covered her eyes from the sudden and harsh illumination. Blinking, allowing her eyes to adjust Abegail watched Walter complete his trip down the ladder.

Walter whispered about bodies and her eyes turned to look where the two corpses lay. “Who is buried beneath a library and why?” Abegail was puzzled. She was familiar with many burial sites. She and Walter had traversed through a few cairns while they were in Ireland. The topic of death, bodies and burial did not bother her. She encountered many in her research. Abegail had never encountered bodies beneath a library though.

She looked them over. “Who do you think they are?” Abegail took a few tentative steps forward. She was no archeologist but she could see that one was female and one male. The facial bone structure gave it away.

Abegail turned to look at Walter. “Did you know there would be bodies down here?" She wondered if he had been looking for them or for something else and their presence was as surprising to him as it was to her. She placed her briefcase between her feet and rubbed her hands together, staving off the chill. Her eyes scanned the corpses again.

Decay had set it. She wondered what their story was. Lovers? Husband and wife? Brother and sister? So many possibilities and then there was the question of what or who killed them and how they ended up down here.

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Gottberg was infuriated by the suggestion of sarcasm in Albert's words, stepping forward in a most forceful manner Adalwolf responded to the young man's accusations.

"I need not explain my actions to you Herr Jurgenstern . You will do as I say."

Suddenly, as if on cue the soldiers raised their weapons and pointed them at the three Inn keepers. Taking a single step back Gottberg continued his admonishment. "These soldiers have been given specific orders to follow my every whim. They will have no compulsions about shooting you down on this very spot."

Gottberg lifted his right arm-extended two fingers and flicked them together in a signaling motion-the American soldiers responded obediently. The soldiers then forced Albert and the girl up the stairs to the second floor, as the other soldier went after Gunter.


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"Its him, the fuhrer." Walter let loose with his astonishing revelation.-the surprise in the whites of Abigail's widened eyes could have illuminated the dark cellar with their glare-slowly the realization of what she had just heard sank into her conscious mind.

Walter was now on his knees staring down at the two corpses. "Perhaps not!" He suddenly exclaimed.

"Abigail, did you know that the famous shot of Hitler's dead body taken by the allies in the rubble of Berlin was in fact a doctored photograph? It was faked courteously of the Russians. There are even more of these fakes in circulation in various countries for varying political reasons. Still others proclaim that they are the pictures of look alikes."

Not waiting for his stunned colleague to utter a response Walter continued with his revelations.

"I think that this may be one of the fake bodies."