"Do you have a contact in country for when I am done ?" Assuming there was nothing more Victoria would rise and make her way out of the stadium.


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In reply to Victoria Fitzwilliam (msg # 14):

"Yes, there is a contact at the American Embassy, but I don't know his name. He will send a message to your hotel when you get there. Good luck."

Victoria returned to her accommodation without further incident. The tickets arrived - she would be flying out on Monday - 12 June - from Frankfurt-am-Main airport, West Germany's biggest air hub.

With little more to do Victoria filled in the day or so reading at a local cafe and see some of the sights on foot before making her way to the airport and preparing for the flight and getting her mind back on the job.


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In reply to Victoria Fitzwilliam (msg # 16):

Monday, June 12, 1967, 1300 Central European Time, Frankfurt Airport, Hesse, Federal Republic of Germany

Frankfurt Airport was a big place - one of the biggest aviation hubs in Europe and still expanding with a new terminal under construction. There was also a US air base on the southern side, handling long-distance transport for the American forces in this part of Germany.

As Victoria arrived and checked in, dropping her bag off, she knew this would be a long flight. She was not due to arrive until 2210 local time in Mexico City - and with the time difference of seven hours - her body would think it was 0510 on Tuesday...

There were a few shops around here, but the main stuff would be after passport control, where the Federal Border Guard were apparently being rather more studious than usual today. Or so her contact had told her.

Victoria found a seat and read until her gate was called and she had to go air side. She approaches the passport control and the guard with a smile handing over her passport and the boarding pass she received when she checked in her bags. Perhaps she should have insisted they spring for first class so she could at least get some better service and seat. As it was she had opted for the back row of seats when she checked in and if they plane was not fill she might just get the row to herself.



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In reply to Victoria Fitzwilliam (msg # 18):

Victoria passed through passport control with no issue and now had to wait for the boarding call. It was getting rather close to the departure time now and it hadn't happened...

OOC: Luck Roll Please

Victoria looked out onto the tarmac from her seat and then back at the information desk wondering if she should go and ask someone about her flight.


Victoria Fitzwilliam rolled 7 using 1d12.  Luck roll.



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In reply to Victoria Fitzwilliam (msg # 20):

At that point, there was an announcement in German followed by English on the public address system. The flight to Mexico City via Montreal had been delayed for an hour.

Victoria looked up from her book to listen and then went back to reading. At some point she got up and went for a lap around the departure lounge and then she looked out on the tarmac apron for her plane.


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The Lufthansa liveried Boeing 707 that would be Flight 470 stood on the tarmac by the gate, the boarding ladder being moved into place. White livery, blue stripe, blue tail with the yellow bird logo on it. It was a truly impressive aircraft, but soon it would be left behind by even better ones. Only ten years earlier, this would have been a much longer and less pleasant flight.

The public address called first class passengers for boarding.

OOC: Which class will Victoria be going in?

OOC Just to say I'm here.

Victoria had her business class ticket in hand as she waited for the call to board.


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In reply to Jan Vrabec (msg # 24):



"It is," Katya said as they entered the queue for passport control, in a rather warm hall. Being stuck in the 'Other Passports' queue was not an experience Jan had seen for a while. "Our goal is to make sure that she works for us and no-one else. Now get your passport out, honey. They need to see it."

OOC: Luck Roll please

OOC: Is that for me ?

Jan did as he was told and wondered how far would they would have to go to ensure she did not work for no one else. In his experience with the security services this could take quite a definite turn...

16:52, Today: Jan Vrabec rolled 2 using 1d12.
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In reply to Victoria Fitzwilliam (msg # 27):

OOC: No, for Jan.

The call came for the business class passengers to board. Victoria made her way out across the tarmac to the waiting 707 and up the stairs onto the plane. The stewardess greeted her and then it was a case of finding her seat in the two-by-two first class section.

The plane was pretty busy, mostly with businessmen and younger women who were probably their secretaries. Or their mistresses. Or both.
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In reply to Jan Vrabec (msg # 28):

Jan got called to the passport desk pretty quickly. The border guard asked him to hand over his passport and checked it over.

"Don't get many people from Czechoslovakia over," the guard remarked. "I am surprised they let you out. If you don't want to go back, we can help."

Jan felt the eyes of Katya glaring into his back - she would probably kill him if he tried to defect.

In reply to Control (msg # 29):

Victoria took her time as she looked for her seat while scanning those in business class. Anyone who took more then a lede glance or stare in her direction. She found her seat and then made herself comfortable, removing her large sunglasses for the first time.


Victoria Fitzwilliam rolled 4 using 1d8.  Perception.

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In reply to Mexican border guard (msg # 30):

Jan looks over at Katya smiles and waves, more to the benefit of the border guard than for her.

'Yes, well, and when they let us out they never let us go alone so... I'm afraid I'll have to pass on your offer... for now!...'

In reply to Victoria Fitzwilliam (msg # 31):

OOC: Perception roll please

In reply to Jan Vrabec (msg # 32):

The officer stamped Jan's passport and visa, then let him through. He and Katya then had to wait for their baggage before going through customs.

Jan got a feeling they might be stopped and have their stuff inspected. Well, they were from a communist country and might be spies.

OOC: Luck Roll for Jan.

Oh dear...

10:51, Today: Jan Vrabec rolled 10 using 1d12.  Luck.

In reply to Jan Vrabec (msg # 35):

As Jan collected his luggage after a long delay, he began his walk through the nothing to declare queue - and was called over by a customs officer.

[Language unknown: "Lichan om ulnte triteeei ave wheerswer remi atikorthicon."]

Jan looked at Katya for a cue on what to do...

In reply to Jan Vrabec (msg # 37):

"Do what he says," Katya instructed in Czech. "He wants to search your luggage - and probably mine while we're at it."

Katya took her own suitcase and lifted it onto the examination table, then opened it to pull out a book with a collection of Sherlock Holmes stories.

[Language unknown: Has ad Mi wipl i preto ssdiel po e enhou inurli sttriv?] she asked.