Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20160222012105/@comment-25828117-20160317220330

A few years ago. When Ivan arrived in West-Germany there wasn’t much different from where he grew up in Hungary, not at first anyways. Same old town streets, same old houses and outdoor terraces. But if you looked closer you could see the influences of capitalism. billboards, bigger (and more) cars, and on the radio; Rock ‘n Roll, in the spirit of America.

“You like Vico, ja?” The man behind the wheel asked, breaking the silence both had enjoyed ever since they had left the train station.

“It sounds American.” Ivan said with seemingly no opinion on the matter. The music he was used to were piano pieces his mother used to play when he was younger. Soviet radio didn’t have much variety, and certainly no Rock And Roll

“Well, it’s Deutsch.” The Driver said with a big smile on his face. Klaus, as he was called, was one of those people that looked simple whenever they smiled or laughed; there was just something about the way his laugh lines contorted that made Jankovics think of Stan Laurel. If it were not for the ginger beard and curly blond hair.

Never the less, this man was reliable and his only lifeline up to Zeebrugge, Belgium. Where he’d take the ferry to Hull in England, or rather, stowaway.

There he was to meet with a certain Prescot Neill. Who would provide him with a false visum and American Passport.

Klaus meanwhile opened a strange wrap of what at first looked like silver in his lap while driving. It took Ivan a few seconds to notice it was actually tin foil. This was actually the first time he had seen aluminum used as something so disposable: In it lied two sausages and what looked like a drip of ketchup.

“You want one?” The German smiled dorkishly with two sausages and a dip in his lap.

Ivan hadn’t eaten ever since he had boarded the train in Budapest and was starving, so he simple nodded and bended forward somewhat without restricting Klaus’ view and took one of the bratwursts.

“Thanks.” He said, holding the sausage up in his gesture of gratitude before chewing on it. And before Klaus would even bother to ask he shook his head when the driver pointed down to the ketchup in an attempt to ask him if he wanted some.

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When they got to the Autobahn of Kassel in the state of Hesse both had finished their little sausage and Klaus crumbled the tin foil together to form a little silver ball which he held in his hand for a few minutes before holding it up and slowly going:

“Look, Sputnik! Boop, boop, boop…” Letting the little ball orbit into the garbage compartment.

Ivan didn’t know what to make of that exactly, but humored his chauffeur never the less by putting up a smile, while in reality he was dying inside. How much further was Zeebrugge, he wondered.

Eventually though they reached the Belgian border and had to stop for border control.

<p class="MsoNormal">Just outside, a sign with three languages in black on yellow stood proudly:

<p class="MsoNormal">“Willkommen in Belgien”

<p class="MsoNormal">“Welkom in België”

<p class="MsoNormal">“Bienvenue en Belgique”

<p class="MsoNormal">Klaus got the transit papers ready while the car formed in line with the rest of the travelers wishing to gain entry. Up ahead the Belgian Rijkswacht stood guard and were there to confiscate any illegal goods.

<p class="MsoNormal">This would normally not be a very tense moment but there had been a slight mismanagement with the paperwork back in Moscow which meant there was a slight possibility that Ivan wouldn’t be able to enter the Kingdom legally, or worse. Naturally this was only relayed to him minutes after he had gotten off the train in Berlin. But there could be no delay however, the documents waiting for him in England would transpire if he didn’t get there by tomorrow, in which case the whole mission and subsequently, his career would be over before one could utter the full name of the CCCP.

<p class="MsoNormal">After the lime colored Volkswagen Fusion-Rakete in front of them had passed through the border it was their turn and Klaus approached the booth.

<p class="MsoNormal">Within, a pretty young woman with a silk blue neck scarf and blouse greeted them in German, Dutch and French as part of the standard procedure, after which she awaited the gentlemen’s documents. Klaus as always smiled friendly and passed them on. After which the woman turned to her terminal and started typing.

<p class="MsoNormal">Ivan looked at her pretty round face so he could read it. If something was amiss it would be seen on her face first before she did anything else. There was a an audible blip from the terminal and the woman sighed.

<p class="MsoNormal">They weren’t getting through… Or so Ivan thought.

<p class="MsoNormal">What he had not noticed however was that Klaus had pulled a suppressed pistol out of side compartment and pointed it at the woman without the barrel sticking out of the down turned window.

<p class="MsoNormal">The woman was absolutely terrified of course and stood up from her desk, holding her hands in the air.

<p class="MsoNormal">“Now Fraulein, open the way for us!” Klaus said, with some gravitas to his voice.

<p class="MsoNormal">Ivan in the meantime ducked down and let his hat fall on his face so that he couldn’t be recognized.

<p class="MsoNormal">When the woman didn’t respond, probably because she was petrified by fear, Klaus shot the wall next to her, causing her to shriek and press the button on her desk that opened the barrier in front of the car, as soon as it had lifted Klaus floored the gas pedal causing the tires to screech hard.

<p class="MsoNormal">“Hold on.” The German said, sounding like a completely different person.

<p class="MsoNormal">Back at the border the motorized police had caught wind of what happened and quickly started their pursuit while the regular border guards came to help the shocked women.

<p class="MsoNormal">“Time for a lovely drive through the Belgian countryside, ja.”

<p class="MsoNormal">The coupe of Klaus tore through the speed lane while the distant blearing of sirens approached ever more.

<p class="MsoNormal">Ivan looked into the rearview mirror and saw two police motorcycles get closer.

<p class="MsoNormal">“They’re right behind us.” The spy said as he held on to the side.

<p class="MsoNormal">Klaus did not reply, instead he overtook a truck from a blind spot to slip passed it, causing the trucker to sound his loud horn.

<p class="MsoNormal">Ivan could feel he was clenching down hard now. This kind of driving was incredibly dangerous, yet the German seemed to know what he was doing.

<p class="MsoNormal">Almost gracefully he sifted through the traffic ahead, presenting obstacles for the less daring police officers in pursuit whom had much faster vehicles.

<p class="MsoNormal">“We’ve got to get off the freeway” The Hungarian declared after checking the rearview mirror again. The law was catching up with them.

<p class="MsoNormal">“Working on it.”

<p class="MsoNormal">And with that Klaus threw his wheel right and got off at the first intersection into Herve.

<p class="MsoNormal">Only one police officer managed to follow, the other one just went straight passed it now unable to get off.

<p class="MsoNormal">“Lost one.”

<p class="MsoNormal">“Yes, don’t tell me, darling.”

<p class="MsoNormal">Herve was a sleepy town and was mainly rural, the streets had turned narrow and any wrong move could end badly now.

<p class="MsoNormal">Ivan knew this perfectly well and clamped down on the arm of his chair. He had such a hard grasp on it that he could snap it off if they hit a bump or something.

<p class="MsoNormal">Klaus made a sharp turn and almost lost control when a tractor appeared in the middle of the road.

<p class="MsoNormal">“Gott!” He screamed before turning off the road and into a wheat field, the blades of which crashed against the windshield and car for a few seconds before the German turned back onto the road after he had taken over the old farmer’s vehicle.

<p class="MsoNormal">Meanwhile the Police motorist could only just avoid the tractor as well by virtue of being not as wide as a car.

<p class="MsoNormal">The field to their left made way for tall planted pine trees and no traffic up ahead, meaning that once the officer was able to dodge the tractor he only needed to speed up to overtake them. The servant even pulled his pistol out of his holster already.

<p class="MsoNormal">Klaus just waited for the man of the law to get closer at this point. Causing Ivan to wonder what he was planning.

<p class="MsoNormal">“He’s gaining on us.”

<p class="MsoNormal">“That’s the idea.”

<p class="MsoNormal">The motorist got to the car’s back and was ready to overtake from the right. But when he did so Klaus pulled the handbrake and in an amazing display of motor control managed to have the officer overtake them wholly and way too fast, which caused him to be startled, waddle and lose his balance.

<p class="MsoNormal">The motor shrugged the policeman off like a bucking steed and wobbled forward at high speed for a good few meter still before crashing into some pine trees. The man ragdolled across the road, rolling at least eight times before coming to a dead stop in the middle of the road.

<p class="MsoNormal">Klaus quickly drove passed the lifeless body of a the man and turned into a petrol station to get rid of his wig and fake beard. Got another set of license plates out and had the car painted for a modest fee.

<p class="MsoNormal">After which he drove his packet to Zeebrugge.