Prologue (a rough first draft typed fast and quick with a polish for posting - there are huge problems with the text but getting the scene out quick and fast is the most important thing - the cutting and editing comes much later)
The CIA, chief of station was walking in a blue grey sky it was a cool summer breeze the air was slightly cool, it was a quiet Sunday morning of April 1972, the man with grey hair, thick glasses and late 40s early 50's wore a scruffy grey suit, he wore a standard office tie and suit and brown brogue shoes his heels tapped the pavement that echoed his position, opening a metal grate gate it screeched open, he entered, and closed the gate. Moving through the old cemetery, Alter Friedhof no longer used, it was wide open with many graves both old and new, some in limestone others in patterned marble - (like the idea of Beethoven was born in Bonn and we here music quiet and eerie when the spy enters the graveyard)
Setting a rose down on a grave, the CIA chief looked around and couldn't hear anybody or anything, it was a quiet morning in the cemetery, the green bushes, the lush leaves and the chirping of birds it was a cool but warm morning with the sun vista bearing in a new day, pink and clouds. Lying a red rose on the forgotten soldier a graveyard of forgotten soldiers and strangers, a graveyard no longer in use, the CIA chief now used this place to do his work and not the CIA desk back in the embassy, it was here that he was going to undertake his most sensitive mission going further into graveyard into the thicket of aged graves, he stood his shoes tapped, tapped, tapped the fresh dew could be seen on the grass - he stopped at the famous grave Beethoven's violinist teacher Aldori Zorinin - looking there eyes are everywhere, clear, no one was watch (a twig broke he was startled - it was only a cat nothing of consequence, rustling of bushes - it was the small jumping around of a some fragile little bird - he kneeled down and placed a rose on the grave - and scuffed away a few lose stones reading the inscription, he quickly looked in one of the containers, cemetery vase for holding flowers undoing unscrewing the bottom and retrieving a coin, in the palm of his fleshly pink hand, he looked around again, he was more unnerved now, it was soon be time to put the operation into effect, the atmosphere was becoming more tense it took 3 years of long hard planning and correspondence to make this happen with Langley's help (or little help - he had to convince HQ this was for real - a real defection from prominent soviet military commander with only one ask to hand over the plans to the new nuclear submarine and deployment of soviet subs across the Atlantic, and the soviets new missile system to combat Polaris - all this knowledge on the enemy for one small ask, his daughter, he would not defect to the west without his daughter, he wanted her there with him.)
Taking the coin he gripped it in his fist tight and uncoiled and rubbed the texture of the coin between his thumb and fingers, this was it, quickly he put it in his overall pocket and excited with a thrill, getting up, stiff joints, back ached him, he young days as a field agent were long behind him , he wasn't as young as he used to be as a field agent, but now he was an office jockey, and his waistline and posture behind the desk began to tell, he was more podgy and still had a weakness for German sugary cakes, strewttll. He got up walking again through the graves, still careful but a little more confident then before retrieving the silver coin. the silver coin was mixed and jingled with the other lose change in his pocket to mask it importance with its other metal mates. he was soon out the squeaky metal gate, and quietly closed it, not using the main entrance before to the graveyard but the side gate (he could not be to careful - eyes of KGB where everywhere and as he knew had penetrated BND security services and couldn't be trusted with secure information) going out the side gate down the strand street? to the market - he was safe. A blast of white metal screeched out of nowhere a white van skidded out of nowhere, it all happened so suddenly, so active so fast the CIA chief froze and thought he would be hit and killed seeing the van go full drive at him but it turned and screeched and the metal door jaws opened and a loud metal trail crunch and three masked men in black armed with guns pointed it at the CIA chief the other two hauled him in the back bundled grappled him the solid muscle was no use against his supple white mushy flabby weight and he was pushed and bundled into the the back of the van, the door slammed shut as the the men wore balaclavas, untidy cut out holes eyes and mouth, they had Russian accents, the driver was also wearing a balaclava with his leather black gloves gripping the steering wheel, (we had our instructions not to kill him, imperative he be taken alive for interrogation(torture) to not be killed for any circumstances meant and information retrieval - the KGB had a specialist from KGB HQ, the KGB agent and Dr. Zhivtov especially to oversee the operation and report directly to the politburo of the Kremlin. This was the utmost importance in state security, we had a traitor. Putting a black bag over CIA agents head before being bundled into the car, they put him in a hold, arm lock, wrestling manoeuvre used by KGB special services and developed by them. The two men pulled arms behind his back. That was it the van screeched off and the CIA chief of station, a superspook was gone, disappeared.
(The graveyard with thick and fluffy grass, shovelling ash - freshly cutting the grass and combed with a rake brown wet dead leaves - refer to notebook on a poem of a graveyard - with image)
The CIA agent walks to the park and picks up a parcel hidden in the bushes and or he goes to the graveyard and puts a rose down to a person he knows that has been killed and picks up the note. How did the KGB find out about the evidence? They had a defector in their midst who has been craftily and brilliant concealing his identity - where was he?
That was the question - KGB intercepted the message about 16 weeks ago Matthew Welch, the CIA chief of Bonn. The CIA chief was killed in the graveyard???The KGB didn't want to kill the chief of the CIA station it would draw to much attention and we need to get the collaborator - if we kill him then we can't flush out the traitor - a USA reprisal would not be what we want - so how do we catch the defector?
The CIA funding in Bonn for Willie Brandt to undertake a new german foreign policy in exchange for the new Polaris system to be installed in west German locations. This spooked the Russians as this escalated tensions with the more faster and better missiles? There was already heighten tension between the USSR and the USA.
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Prologue (Additional ideas and other trains of thoughts whilst writing)
Bonn CIA chief was going back with his wife and driver back in the car when then went back to the suburbs of bonn enter the mansion - they were promptly killed by a assassin olympian women that will be competing in the 1972 shooting firearms competition. The figure was an expert marksman, the figure was well shaped and curvy and could handle a gun with professional accuracy - she was dressed in all black with the eyes and mouth cut out of a cotton mask, the cuts were roughly cut with scissors with jagged edges, little attention was undertaken for the task, a rough and fast job at short notice - long scissors legs, effortlessly cocks the rifle trigger and see her target and aligns the sniper rifle. (chestnut hair and green eyes sparkling reflected those flesh thin perfect lips, she licked her upper lip before taking the shot to destroy her target) fire the first bullet into his exploding skull, the back explodes with lumps of brain that stain the side walk. The thundering rain and the dark night hides the shooting and will wash away the brain stain and blood on the wall.
CIA has important information that has been communicated through a secret source and was wired to the USA back to Langley, Virginia - the father of Marina Krushauv, submarine commander, wants to defect - he works on the highly classified submarine K99 and has the plans and operational details of all installations on the submarine, the submarine has a new system the Americans are desperate to get their hands on and so accept the submarine captains proposal, but in return for his defection and top secret files and his knowledge he wants his daughter and himself to make a new life in the United States, immunity, the difficulty lies in the fact she is the rising star of gymnastics and is so good, she is competing in the USSR line up in 1972 Olympics - she wasn't officially cast in the initial published line up - but she's not the best but is still incredible - 'I don't believe it'.
A dark night, its raining in Bonn it's 1972 April - Bonn is in the middle of getting together the olympic park which is happening this year - so all eyes are focused on western Germany right now, when the next olympics was announced to the world in 1966, it was the perfect opportunity to get the sub commander and his daughter out of there - this will be a daring escape.
How can the CIA get out the submarine commander out? The mission is high risk and full of danger - what do we do? - I don't know why are you asking me, I'm asking you can you stop asking me lets think this thing out, what's there to think - how to get them out - how do we do it lets report this to Langley the CIA station chief has got hold of some secret information and walks the street of Bonn - he came out from the opera, no, he comes out from the embassy from an evening with the diplomats and party of his long stay as CIA chief of 20 years at German embassy and guest long standing part in the german diplomatic service. The CIA chief has been working on this secret plan from the sub commander for almost 4 years from 1968 after many correspondence. The agent calls himself a character in Jules Verne, 20 000 Leagues Under The Sea. That is his code name. The CIA had few if any agents inside of Soviet Union - to get the big fish - he was military - would it be better if he was KGB, a political agent from the politburo?
The sharpshooter from East German Olympian is the assassin - sent by Stasi. Stasi East German secret police force wanted to keep an eye on all their athletes what they were up to reporting on the comings and goings, and sightings, any refusal of commands would result immediate recall and explanation of their actions refusing the states laws. Why would sharp shooter working in the secret police be a
Darya Domracheva (?) winter olympian champion
Her rival team mate hates her, she is the threat to her getting the gold she always wanted and will stop at nothing to get it. Her name is Poluva Krochenko a rival gymnast from the heart of the soviet Russia and a true Russian born in the soviet heartland of Moscow not from a inferior republic of the soviet empire, the Ukraine. whist she was robotic, straight and unsmiling, Marina was explosive force of happiness and grace, it was not technique and a job she expressed something more passionate like a hidden fire burning inside her. (Marina's grandfather was unhappy that soviet rival was favoured over her despite his families service and his loyalty to Stalin, WW2 hero chased and smashed the Nazis forces out of Russia)
Another rival was the east german gymnast is also her rival, Nicole Kim and is taken seriously by the USSR - she is part of the doping programme started in the early 60's with to enhance her performance speed - dreaded image of dripping needle, syringes and medical viles. Nicole wins gold in some important event in gymnastics (?) East German's policy national program to show the world east german people are the politically most important compared to their fellow Germans in the west - we believe were better then our west cousins.
Tragedy and thriller openings
Car crash, someone important dies.
CIA chief of station murdered in Bonn, based on Dirty Works, CIA in western Europe - random thoughts , watch list - reading list - Matthew Welsh or Richard Welsh is murdered.
Assassination - An umbrella with risen stabbed in someone's ankle, London at a bus stop.
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Example of unedited text!
I've run out of steam. What next? What to write that will make any sense i have no idea waht to write - blah blah blah blah blah blah, the toast was burnt and cinder of its former self ash charcoal it could be sratched on the white clean paper to heave a black dirty mark, an ugly mark on pure white paper.
the rain and a wind from the east - just bashing keys -
the kgb knew that unconfirmed reports of decfector was in the system but they didnt know military, kgb or high official - they soon tracked the source to cia station in bonn,
the cia agent never corresponded directly - this was his personal case - as well as other assif=gnments coming through the cia desk
the recent paris conference talking to ussr went well kissinger, richard helms, nixon, watergate scandle hit the papers. trust us we know what were doing
The CIA had 345 floors in the embassy under - airplane crew people, all CIA agents working in the Bonn Embassy - The State Service - BND was a good service but could not be trusted as there were lots and lots of leeks however they did predict and found out irsrealis that they seven day war against arabs do defend their naytion from encirclemnt and possible invasion from countries in the middle east. listening devices and swallows were everywhere and they could be used as a form of blackmail - alot of french and us guards diplomats fell for the honey pots and were promtly reassigned and humilitaed possibly taking a desk job off field in langly shuffling papers and anaysing stuff over the desk if they were lucky. the embassy could not be trusted neither could his office, cia station - knew this was a big fish to bait and catch couldnt afford to do anything that would spook or see the fish disappera back into the murky deep ocean - he suspicuios of everything and everyone in his office -
his feet was picking up moving quicker with each d=step the heels clicked the pavement, was he being watched - he done his normal routine going to the graveyasrd putting down a flower a signal that be recieved - the grave was no fake or stranger he never knbew they were a dear bnd friend thay died recently of heart attack. the flower a rose was a signal he got the plans from the bush behind the grave, the grave was new others not so with moss scruff growing around them
the cia man was pacing faster down the street sweating, someone was following him. his breathing was heavy and uneven his heart was pumping faster and faster, he didnt see anyone behind him bur he felt eyes burrow - burrow gun at his back, he was being watched this was not going to be good all the careful planning with the cia to make this happen, the detail, matthew knew this was important to have the new sub information. the cia man was leaving the park when a van shot ouf of nowhere a whitre van man hodded men 3 in total bungled him in the back and the cia agent was vanished and disappeared and with him the secret coded message from his contact - remis, catain in under the sea? suspected someone high up militarily.
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