The Inheritance: Chapter 5 - Part II (Updated 11/14)
discowhipped:
Ooh, this story is really good! Lots of scandal... drama and mystery. Just my kind of story. :-P
purpleshoes:
Another amazing chapter.
I just love this story.
steelguy:
Holy cow! I blinked and missed about 4 new chapters!
This is great! All these intriguing little hints and plots. And I love your camera techniques - really adds to the drama.
But his Roger? Absolute Cad and Scoundrel! Fellow should probably be charged with desertion or something, too - if he faked his death and disappeared. You can't just wander back like this without the authorities making a fuss about it.
Keep it up! :)
Astral Faery:
I like being a part of her internal struggle. That was nice to see. And I also like the way Dante was so ominous about the pistol and Roger. Can't wait to see what happens next. Great job!
CuriousSimmer:
The Inheritance
Chapter One - Part XI
October 1945
Appearances could be deceiving--it was a lesson that Ashka Ysadrov had learned at an early age and one that she had tried to teach those under her charge. From the looks of the bakery, Erik and Adela had learned well.
"Welcome to--ah, Commissar!" said Adela, straightening up. "We didn't realize you'd be here so soon."
The Commissar folded her arms. "I hope that would have no impact on your readiness status. Is there somewhere private we can talk, Comrade?"
"Of course, we can go to the safe room."
"Wait. This is a functioning bakery, yes?" asked the Commissar. Adela nodded. "I am hungry. Make me something for dinner, would you?"
"Greetings," said the Commissar as she stepped into the kitchen to find Erik reading the newspaper. "I am Ashka Ysadrov, two times winner of Order of Lenin, Colonel in the revolutionary intelligence service."
"Yes, Commissar," said Erik with disinterest. "We've met several times."
"Of course. It is you who leads this outpost, am I correct?"
As Adela served the sandwiches, she listened to the conversation between Erik and Ysadrov. What fools they were, she thought to herself. Erik was more interested in bedding the wives that came to the bakery than executing their mission. And Ysadrov thought that he was heading the mission.
"I want no more excuses," said the Commissar as Adela set out the sandwiches. "We will discuss this when I have been fed."
Night fell, and the trio went to the secure room above the garage.
"This is the American?" Ysadrov asked, pointing at a poor-quality photograph on the bulletin board. Erik had snapped the photo using a tiny camera the night of the engagement party.
"Yes. We don't know what he's doing here, but we thought it prudent to alert you," said the Commissar.
Ysadrov sighed and walked towards the conference table. "The Americans have been posturing for some time. Since Potsdam, since Yalta certainly. It's possible they know about your mission here. And if they do, the British do, so be wary of the Thornycrofts."
"The world is reshaping itself, Comrades. If you are capable of keeping up and doing what is required, you will have a place in the new regime. We all will," said Ysadrov, a sinister glint in her cold, grey eyes.
"But if you fail," she continued, "you shouldn't expect a place in the Soviet Union. In fact, if you fail, you shouldn't expect a place in this world at all. I hope I needn't explain it more clearly."
Meanwhile, at the Thornycrofts'...
While the Koenigs were dealing with their new visitor, the Thornycrofts had a guest of their own. Throughout the previous two weeks, Grant Thornycroft had run into Roger Williams several times. Tonight, Grand invited Roger over for dinner.
"Mother," said Grant while they enjoyed after-dinner drinks in the lounge. "I'd like to ask Mr. Williams here to stay with us. We have the spare room, after all, and Mr. Williams has just been staying at the dreadful little in in town."
Lady Thornycroft was hesitant. "Well, I don't see why not. I'll have to get the guest room ready. Shall you being your visit tomorrow?"
"I would be honored and quite grateful," said Roger, smiling at Lady Thornycroft. "I appreciate your hospitality."
"Don't imagine you'll get something for nothing," said Lady Thornycroft, a coy smile playing across her lips. Roger looked at her uncomfortably, and she laughed. She gestured to herself and to Grant and said, "I hope we'll get to know everything about you."
But little did the Thornycrofts and Roger know that, thanks to a broken latch on the attic door, someone else would be hearing everything too.
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