Space & Time

Chapter 20 - NSA All the Way

Christian made several phone calls while speeding along the European freeway from the

immigration facility at Mykolayiv to Kiev. The powerful Mercedes hummed along effortlessly

at 150 mph through the gloomy weather outside. The sky was cloudy and small drops of rain

were falling. A cool mist was taking flight from the sedan‟s tires as they cut through the damp

asphalt.

Christian‟s passengers sat in silence. They didn't have much to say as they waited to see

where they were going to wind up. One of the calls Chris made was to his wife to inform her of

his now heavy caseload and that she would need to enjoy the rest of the family vacation without

him. Another call he made was to his law firm so they could arrange air transport for four people

from Kiev to Berlin, no questions asked on the other passengers that would be traveling with

him. The attorney finally told Vlad and Sonya they were enroute to Boryspil International

Airport located about 25 miles outside of Kiev and they would arrive in a few hours.

There would be a private jet waiting on the tarmac for them ready to fly to Berlin.

Vladimir knew that in a major city such as Berlin, his chances would be much greater to speak

with a high-level official at the United States Consulate. He just needed to get to the right people

so he could enlist help in tracking down and finding Mika and the Petorium.

Christian spoke again to the family, "I am not one hundred percent sure how this will

play out. I want to believe your story, I‟m not so sure about others though. What you have in

your favor is the cylinder of gas. One of my firm's partners in our Berlin office, Hans, is making

preparations for our arrival. He has reached out to our contact within the Eurozone Council of

Foreign Affairs. We hope they will be able to bring in a liaison of your NSA or another

American agency to help validate your story."

Vladimir knew of a way to prove his identity, but he could only share it with another

NSA operative, and that may be tricky.

After the long drive, the car finally pulled into the airport and headed toward the private

hangars. Christian eased the large sedan into a tight parking spot by the fence. Everyone exited

the car and headed through the gate as they hurriedly shuffled over to the plane.

Sonya and her family admired the sleek design of the private jet.

Christian beckoned them on board, "Come on will you, what's the matter have you never

seen a Dassault Falcon 980LXs up close before? If that is the case just wait until you see the

inside of this little jewel. We also will make great time in the air, Dassault is a French company

so they can buy and use the RASP Innovative Technologies power plants, we really like the

Gulfstream jets but since they are an American company they still have to use the five year old

Ramjet technology, the American government will not certify any products from RASP."

Luxury abounded on the interior. Vlad thought it was curious about the engines, but was

so tired that he found a nice large leather recliner and decided now would be an appropriate 

time for some sleep. Sonya and Veronika saw how comfortable Vlad looked.

The girls gave the interior a once over, admiring the wood and leather finishes. It didn‟t

take them long to settle into recliners of their own and get to sleep as well.

If nothing else, Hans Schneider was a successful professional attorney because he was

persistent. That attitude paid off when getting through the red tape necessary to speak with

anyone of importance working for the American's NSA. Hans convinced his contact at the

ECFA to be relentless in his efforts to have a representative from the American spy agency meet

the plane in Berlin.

*****

The call came through to the European main office of the NSA that afternoon. Special

Agent Olivia Robinson was on the receiving end. Agent Robinson was newer to the agency and

was excited to be part of the EuroZone team. She verified the credentials of her European

counterpart on the other end of the line. After trying to blow them off to the consulate, she

subdued to their unwavering request that she be present to aid with identifying and assisting 

with recovering some of their agents. This was strange because no agent‟s assignments 

coincided with the area these people were coming from.

When Robinson typed the data into the main operating system describing her assignment

objective, she used the term "maintaining strategic continental agency relations and 

diplomacy" which was the NSA‟s code for tagging along on an assignment with another 

countries agency and having zero jurisdiction. 

She closed her office door and headed out shrugging off the

mundane assignment, thinking her Department Head was still holding a grudge against her for

maintaining the tight curls of her auburn-black hair just outside of regulation length. So far, her

stellar record prevented any formal request to change her hairstyle.

Robinson liked to be a rebel on the inside. She works hard to prove you can excel

without conforming. On her way out, she stopped by the requisition office where the agents

picked up their travel documents and transportation tickets the system processed. 

Robinson was able to upgrade her weapons there as well, but for this trip, she felt it was 

appropriate to keep her small Sig Pv42 by her side. 

The requisition system was an efficient program to allow agents the

flexibility to move around their areas on operations as needed. Now Olivia Robinson was off to

the airport a few miles away to catch the flight from Brussels to Berlin and see what exactly was

so important with these passengers coming in from the Ukraine.