United States, Connecticut, Austria.

Walter Miller, head of the Occult sciences division at Marshall College, and Grail historian Abigail Mchugh met in 1941 and soon thereafter took up a quest for the legendary item said to enable one to communicated with the dead, this most sought after machine was known as the Ouija Device. During this quest Andrea Lexington fell to her death from the third story window of Danver's Insane Asylum in upstate New York. 1943 Walter traveled to Germany and France with his friend Abagail, the twosome were soon joined by Indiana Jones, together they quested for the 'Blackstone of Lucifer' which was a part of Lucifer's throne, which was reputed to give ultimate dominion over the earth.

The Throne of Lucifer was buried within the mountain beneath the Monsegur stronghold in southern France. Walter was shot by the SS officer Niclas Elberich during this period. In 1944 Walter traveled to Ireland at the request of Abigail, asking him to join Indiana and a young archaeologist named Bridget O'Maley. The four scholars sought out three magical items, the fourth item, the Sword of Fraegarthach had already been retrieved by Niclas Elberich, though the item was ultimately destroyed. Bridget was shot and killed by Niclas, who was then chased by Walter.

The date is now September 28, 1945. Hitler is dead and the world breaths a sigh of relief, American soldiers have been steadily returning to their homes and family's and there is hope in the air. Rumors concerning certain treasures smuggled out of the Fuhrer's bunker during the last few days of WWII have been gaining in frequency and popularity.

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.

Little had changed for men like Hans Koopmann after the war, his rank and status within the SS had afforded him certain liberties, and his association with the Soviet Union and other governments assured him safe passage between the Allied, Soviet and America zones throughout occupied Austria.

Hans had been commissioned by the German high command, now under secret allegiance to the Soviet Union, to hunt down German deserters. His secondary obligation was to track down all Germans guilty of treason, particularly those who lend assistance to the Allied forces.

All of this was mere pretense, Hans didn't care to waste his time tracking down children and old men, his appointed duties simply served to give him access and free range across all occupied zones.

Hans Koopmann (Niclas Elberich) had recently secured a lead concerning a particular item which had been smuggled out of Germany and to points unknown.

This lead will take Hans all the way to America.

Gunter sat on his bed, resting his elbows on his knees as he gazed at the object he was holding. It was the familiar swastika armband that had been on his arm for so many years. Now it drooped limply in his hands as a reminder that he was not out of trouble - not yet. Though the war was technically over, there would still be Germans looking for deserters to bring them to justice. And not only them, but Allied troops would also be looking for Nazis to bring them to justice. Gunter was caught between the two, guilty on both sides - guilty of deserting his friends, and guilty of fighting with his friends. And now he was hiding out in his crazy cousin Albert's bed-and-breakfast to avoid both sides. Of course, he would go back to Germany once the dust settled. He had to see if his friends made it through the battle, and he desperately wanted to help rebuild. He loved his fatherland, but he hated what Hitler and his regime had done to it. He just hoped he could get there in time to help pick up the pieces.

The door opened, jolting Gunter out of his thoughts, and he looked up to see Ella, one of Albert's employees, leaning through the doorway. She was a native Austrian, and despite Albert's reassurances, she despised Gunter. "Uwe's waiting for you in front of the inn." she complained in her mangled, Austrian German. "She wants you to help her clean the windows."

Gunter nodded, quickly shoving the armband back in his pocket. "Here I come." Then he jumped up, his face burning, hoping she hadn't seen him staring at the swastika.

She had, and he could immediately see the anger - and fear - in her eyes. "The only reason I tolerate you," she hissed, "is because Albert says you're okay. So far I've seen nothing to confirm that. You watch it, boy, or I'll get you outta' here faster than you can say 'Heil Hitler.'"

Gunter winced, looking down at the floor. Ella turned on her heel sharply to leave, but Gunter called out, "Wait, Fräulein Weber!" She stopped, turning around furiously. "Is... Have we heard any news of survivors? From the battle?"

"No." She replied coldly, then wheeled around and left. Gunter sighed, beginning to trudge off toward the front of the inn. When he got there, he walked outside only to hear Uwe snap at him to 'get his lazy ass over here and clean the windows.' Gunter walked briskly over, pausing briefly to look at the sign above the door. It read, Wurst Käse Scenario, the letters standing out with punny defiance. Gunter shook his head. While this life was better than the life in the army, the Austrians here were pretty vicious in their condemnation of him. It was alright, though. Albert was here and thriving, and that was enough.

Albert was having a fairly typical day, running his bed and breakfast. He oversaw the staff of three, the cleaning lady: Ella Weber, the handyman: Uwe, and his cousin, Gunter. The bed and breakfast was a pun: Wurst Kase Scenario, and the sign outside clearly advertised the silly name in whimsical font. It was named such because of the various sausage and cheese dishes, which had become a local favorite of the people of Salzburg in the past year since its opening. Though it was small as far as boarding space goes, with only eight rooms rented out, the restaurant space downstairs was comparatively huge, and could easily host four hundred people, and, in the days of the war, had sometimes packed in as many as seven hundred. Albert had been a paratrooper in Russia during the war, and could sing fairly well, and Uwe was not a bad pianist, so between Albert's songs and stories, and Uwe's playing, the place became a hub of inexpensive, family friendly entertainment and camaraderie during the Siege of Salzburg by the Allies. Albert was an Ally sympathizer for two reasons: First, he hated all bigots, and Hitler was about as bigoted as they came, and second, he wanted the war to end, and it was obvious that Allied victories were quickly succeeding on that front. When the Allies had made the final assault on Salzburg, Albert had, with the help of three buddies from town, taken over a Nazi barracks, killing nineteen of the soldiers between them, and taking six prisoner, as well as freeing eight civilian prisoners and eleven Allied POWs. (These were the actual numbers, but every time Albert tells the story, the numbers increase.) His three buddies had been killed, and all four of them had been decorated by the Allies once the city surrendered.
Now he had a new issue: his cousin Gunter. Gunter was a nice kid, and Albert loved him, but the other members of the staff did not. They assumed that he was a Nazi sympathizer, as he was an ex-Hitler Youth member from Berlin. This morning, Ella was particularly brutal. Albert gave her a serious talking to, and resolved to deal with Uwe at his next available opportunity.

Gottberg Adalwolf was a passenger on a train traveling south of the German/Austrian border when he received a communique from his superiors. The message contained further orders which he was to carry out before returning to Berlin, it spoke specifically about several people of interest hiding out somewhere in Salzburg. Gottberg discovered that he had to board another train in order to get there, after making arrangements and nearly an hour of waiting he had successfully boarder a second train.

Now sitting alone in his own private boxcar Gottberg (nicknamed blutigen Bär "bloody bear") was lost in contemplation and ruminating over the old days when Germany was strong and independent, an activity which he found himself doing quite regularly these days. He was still a fervent supporter of the Nazi ideology, not to mention being a spiteful and maniacal tyrant. Gottberg was the kind of Nazi that certain interested world-ruling governments dreaded having on their payroll, so to speak.

It was a forgone conclusion that when Gottberg had lived out his usefulness, and had given those interested parties what they sought, he would be immediately liquidated. Gottberg Adalwolf was certainly a violent and agitated person, one prone to fits of extreme brutality. He was also not a fool, and this is what made him all the more dangerous.

By morning Gottberg would arrive in Salzburg, all he needed was a nice clean place to stay.


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Hans Koopmann was staying in a little cottage tucked away in the woods on the outskirts of Hermann Kansas, which was popular with German immigrants of the time. He had traveled a long way, but this was by no means his first visit to the States, although this time he had made the journey under an assumed name.

He felt it best to wait until he was actually in America before he made his next move, which was to send a communique to Connecticut, specifically to Marshall college, his true intentions would however be veiled from inquiring minds via the conceit laden letter addressed to the Archeology department, care of Dr Walter Miller.

He had sent a similar letter to Marshall about two years prior.

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.

The clicking and tapping of footsteps could be heard coming toward Abigail's office from down the hall, as a mysterious man came closer and closer to her room. Abigail's ears perked up as she caught the first signs of the approaching figure, a figure which revealed itself to be that of a mail carrier. The mailman was an elderly gentlemen clad in a blue civil service uniform with silver lined cuffs and waist band.

After noticing that the office door was wide open the man knocked on the door frame, he then took a few more steps toward Abigail's desk and handed her two letters. Speaking in his age-worn voice...

"These letters were addressed to one Walter Miller, but the colleges administration office said that I may present them to you, in lue of Doctor Miller's absence."

The second the old man had left her office Abigail tore her finger through the mucilage, hastily ripping open the two letters. As she read them Abigail realized that they both contained similar sentiments, each one asking Abigail for her assistance. Both letters were unsigned and had been typed rather then hand written, as a result there was no way of telling if the author was really Walter Miller, though each purported to be so.

The letters were strange in the sense that they had come from very different places, one from Kansas and the other from Freilassing, Germany. Each letter included the address of a suggested meeting place. The problem that now faced Abigail was which letter to accept as authentic. In order to unravel the mystery Abigail would have to find something in one of the letters, perhaps a clue in the writing.




To Abigail McHugh.

Gail, I am in desperate need of assistance here in Germany.

I have located a certain object of great importance in Linz, Austria. It is extremely important that you meet me there as soon as possible. I have made all necessary arrangements for your travel plans and lodgings.

Please hurry.

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To Abigail McHugh.

It is imperative that you return with me to Kansas. I have found something very interesting here and I could really use your help.

I have included your flight plans with this letter.

Abby, I'm counting on you.

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.

It was ten o' clock, and Gunter was exhausted. He had worked all day on the windows, and yet no progress seemed to have been made. Every time they fixed one problem, another one appeared. The windows were a lot like life, actually. Gunter ruminated on this as he shuffled off to bed. They were acting like the war was over - which it was. Hitler had died and the war was officially over, but it would never be over for the people like Gunter. He constantly relived scenes from the battlefield; he was paranoid about underground Nazi groups continuing to work at nabbing people like himself and punishing them; and he wondered about his friends. All in all, every day was an exhausting excercise in self-loathing, paranoia, and battle-fatigue. Gunter knew that he was suffering from the battle-fatigue that other soldiers often suffered from, but he would never tell anyone about it. Especially not Albert. Albert was strong and brave and fantastic. Gunter was... well, he wasn't anything compared to his heroic cousin Albert. Albert fought for the Allies, and Gunter dreamed of having done the same. They were both his heroes and his enemies. In any case, Gunter was certain that Cousin Albert the Great would never suffer from something silly and weak like battle-fatigue.

As Gunter walked into his room, he looked behind the door, scanned the room, checked under the bed, and then shut the door behind him, locking it. This was his custom. But then he thought that Albert probably doesn't lock his door at night. He probably leaves it bravely unlocked! So Gunter slowly turned the key, flinching at the thunk sound it made when the bolt fell into the unlocked position. Then he backed up slowly to his bed, watching the door the whole time. He sat uneasily on his bed for a while - maybe twenty minutes - simply staring at the door. He got up and hurriedly locked it. Then, in a fit of self-loathing, unlocked it fiercely again. Lock, unlock, lock, unlock, lock, unlock - snap. Gunter gasped as half of the key came off in his hands. He had broken the key in the lock. Wonderful. he thought. When Albert sees this... Frustrated, he ran back to his bed and plunked himself down fitfully with his back to the wall. Now the lock was stuck in an unlocked position. He would never get to sleep. The night passed, the hours stretching on and on seemingly endlessly...

Gunter awoke the next morning to Albert shaking him awake.

Abigail had no way of knowing about what was transpiring in Germany at this time, no way of knowing that another individual was also using the name of Hans Koopmann as an alias.

Such knowledge would have made the choice as to which letter to accept as an authentic correspondence from Walter Miller that much harder. Was it the man who had written from Kansas? Or was it the man residing in Germany?

As for the man from Hermann Kansas, he was now only a few hours from Marshall college.

The next morning, Albert woke up, ready to start the day, when he realized that Gunter was nowhere in sight. He went upstairs to Gunter's room, only to find him in bed asleep, having broken the lock of his door so that it would not stay shut. Shaking him awake, Albert sent him into town with a list of things that were needed for the running of the place, resolving to talk to him later about what was going on, and how he had broken the lock, but for now, Albert settled into his normal routine, reminding Uwe to fix the door at his next available opportunity.

Apparently, without knowing it, Gunter had fallen asleep somewhere around five o'clock AM. He was awoken around 6:00 by Albert, who quickly sent him into town with a grocery list. Fortunately, he didn't ask about the lock, or why Gunter was so tired. Gunter hoped he hadn't noticed any of that. But now he was in the store fetching goods for the inn. He would actually like going to the store if he didn't feel like everyone was staring at him all the time, condemning him. They weren't, of course. But he felt that way anyway. So while other boys his age were talking to their friends, scuffing their feet on the floor and wandering around, Gunter went about ducking his head and apologizing to everyone around him. He cursed himself for doing this as it made him more noticable, but he felt scrutinized already. He really had to work on being more undercover. But one thing comforted him: with all of the hatred of Nazis here, it would be hard for one to grab him in the store.

Around 8:45 he had bought all of the items they would need, and he was heading back to Wurst Kase Scenario.

Adalwolf had arrived in Salzburg at 6:00 am that morning, the first thing he did upon entering the city was to go directly to the authorities, after which he visited the local militia representative, at this time the Americans had control over the city.

Like his compatriot Niclas Elderich, Gottberg could move around the occupied city without fear of being detained. After checking in with his handler Gottberg payed a visit to the local DP Camp (Displaced Persons Camp), to search through their records.

Finding no useful information in their case files he left the facility and jumped into a waiting taxi, from there he traveled across town to arrive at the Wurst Kase bed-and-breakfast around 8:39 am. Adalwolf now stands at the front desk as he waits for someone to assist him.

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.

Albert was worried about Gunter. He was obviously exhausted, and the lock on the door was another concern. Something was definitely wrong, and Gunter wasn't saying anything. Albert resolved to have a sit-down talk with him soon, as they were probably the closest thing to family that each had.
He was working on documenting yesterday's take from the restaurant, when Uwe came to get him. "There's a German man out at the front desk, sir."

Albert headed out to the front desk to speak with the man. "Greetings, sir. How can I assist you?"

Adalwolf was a large hefty man, with a reseeding hairline and thick eyebrows, slightly chubby cheeks and a weak chin. Adalwolf had a rather unflattering propensity to sweat profusely, he was not in the best of shape physically either, though health wise he fared a little better.

He was however physically strong and his temper was legendary, he was also quick to anger; brutal, and violent.

In all Gottberg Von Adalwolf was a detestable man.

The young Aryan looking man had come over to him and asked if he could assist him in any way, Gottberg remained silent for a moment as he examined the boys features. Then after a rather uncomfortable pause he answered.

"Ja, I require a room. Adalwolf. Gottberg Adalwolf" As he spoke a bead of sweat dripped from his thin lips.

Abegail woke the next morning. Waiting by the door was her suitcase, her briefcase, coat and gloves. She bathed and dressed. Quickly eating some toast and a cup of coffee she decided not to prolong the decision any more. Abigail did not bother to pin back her hair today. She was travelling and she had no use for fussing with pins.

She pulled on her coat, picked up her bags and papers in hand exited her apartment. Abegail headed directly to the administration office and dropped her papers off with the secretary.

"Oh a trip? Where are you headed?" The perky woman asked. Abegail shrugged "I have not the foggiest idea." The woman gave Abegail a look of surprise but Abby turned on her heel and left.

She honestly hadn't decided what she was going to do yet. She did not know what would be in Kansas and so much could be in Austria. But a trip to Kansas would take no time and then she could head to Austria if it turned out to be nothing.

She felt a little more resolved in that descision as she hailed a taxi. "Kansas, then Austria. One has to be the right place." A car pulled up and Abegail stepped inside. Her suitcase beside her, Abegail sat. "Airport please."

The taxi pulled away and Marshall grew smaller behind her. It didn't take long before the taxi stopped at the front of the airport. Abegail paid the driver, stepped out of the taxi and headed into the building. There were people millling about but Abegail headed to the main desk.

"May I help you?"

Abegail looked at the smiling woman, "Abegail McHugh. There should be two sets of tickets for me. One for Kansas and one for Austria. I would like them please." She pulled out her id from the college.

The woman smiled,"Oh yes, Mrs...oh I am sorry, Miss McHugh. Here they are." She handed the papers to Abegail. Abby scowled. "Thank you." Taking her papers she moved to the gate that would have the plane that would take her to Kansas. Taking a seat, she placed her suitcase at her feet and her briefcase on her lap. As people passed by Abegail waited, wondering if she was doing the right thing.

"Blast it Walter, where are ye?"

The day was bright and cheerful around Marshall College as students and staff walked about the grounds, though the glorious light could not completely vanquish the shadows. It was within the shaded corner of the administrative office that the darkened figure stood. Abigail had walked out of the building only a few feet from the stranger, who was standing on the right edge of the building. Being consumed with uncertainty and concern Abigail failed to spot him.

He had arrived a full day before the letter was delivered by the aging postal worker, having decided to keep his presence hidden for the time being. He had caught momentary glimpse of the young professor many time in that time, even being so bold as to pear through the glass of closed windows as she taught her classes. After witnessing Abigail enter and then drive off in the taxi the stranger walked to the rear of the building where his own car was awaiting him. Following the taxi to the airport he entered after her and quickly hid behind a concrete column. After receiving her ticket Abigail walked off to board her plane, the same plane that the stranger had booked after learning of the doctors reservations.

In stark contrast to Abigail's acquisition his reservation was acquired through fear and manipulation, the same methods he had used to obtain Abigail's flight information. The man in black garb was only a few people behind Abigail as the passengers boarded the big airliner. The real difficulty came when it was time to take his seat, luckily he had reserved a seat ahead of Abigail appointed seat. She would surly have noticed him otherwise.

Albert looked at the man with a bit of barely masked disgust, and nodded. "Very well, Herr Adalwolf. We have a room available for 200 reichsmarks per week for the room itself, and that includes breakfast each morning. Other meals may be purchased when they are offered, at 10 AM, 2 PM, and 5 PM, respectively. Ella will show you to your room and take your bags. Feel free to come and go as you please. Welcome to the Wurst Kase Scenario, Herr Adalwolf."

Ella came over and assisted Gottberg with his bags, and showed him to his room. Albert recognized that demeanor. Very few people behaved like that except Nazi officers of some sort. This could get a bit interesting with Gunter here, and not in a good way.

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.

It was a little bit before 9:00, and Gunter was walking up to the door of the inn with a brown paper sack full of groceries. As he reached for the handle, however, he stopped. If he just walked in the front door, Albert might be there and see him, and then he might want to talk to him. Not wanting that at the moment, the boy took the sack and ran to the back door which led into the kitchen. Then he sneaked in and set the sack down on the counter. But as he turned to go hide in his room, he felt like a little kid - and a little guilty - at dodging his duties because he broke his uncle's doorknob. So, after a few minutes of thinking, he walked out of the kitchen. Finding Ella, he asked where Albert was. She annoyedly directed him toward the front desk. So that is where he went.

As Abigail fumbled through her purse in search of some change the black clad man stepped out from his hiding place and quietly strolled over to the booth. Just as Abigail was about to supply the necessary change for her important phone call a voice came from behind, one which she recognized from the past. It was a deep and steady voice, "Greetings Fraulein."



Adalwolf and the young Gunter had passed one another without catching a glimpse of their identities, although Gunter did see enough as to question why anyone would wear a heavy black trench coat in such balmy weather. "I vilt need to send a telegram, as soon as possible." The hefty Nazi commanded as the young lady escorted him to his room.

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.