EMILIE II E-Book

H.E. Simon Rosenberg

• Herausgeber: Books on Demand
• Kategorie: Gesellschafts- und Liebesromane
• Serie: EMILIE
• Sprache: Englisch

Seitenzahl: 92

Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2023

Beschreibung

Landing of Agent May in Moscow turns into a global media spectacle and Flight 758 turns into a diplomatic crisis between the state of France and the Federation of Russia with Agent May in the center of the investigations. Tensions are high and the odds of success for May to catch up with the Red Dragon fading away... Will he make it in time to the Red Square? The arm of the red dragon reaches everyone, everywhere, everytime. May´s loyalty to the mission is questioned when the Red Dragon offers to trade his loyalty and silence for Emilie. Who will fly with May out of Moscow?

Leseprobe

THIS CONTENT IS COVERED BY H.R.3723 ECONOMIC ESPIONAGE ACT OF 1996 TRADE SECRETS.

Elite Soldiers Marching On Red Square In Moscow, 2017.

EMILIE II – THE RED DRAGON

THIS CONTENT IS COVERED BY H.R.3723 ECONOMIC ESPIONAGE ACT OF 1996 TRADE SECRETS.

BY H.E. DR SIMON ROSENBERG AFTER A REAL-LIFE STORY

PUBLISHER: TRUEHN PUBLISHERS

YEAR PUBLISHED: 2023

Moscow Skyline, 2017.

Russian Orthodox Church, 2017.

You will see – one day they will make a movie about us.

The real Hero is you.

I do not know where all this is coming from.

It is like coming from nowhere and doing such good things.

When we both finish studies I build hospital for you.

EMILIE II THE RED DRAGON

Eau De Toilette

Drive With Me

Provocateur

Provocatrice

Moskva River

The Red Dragon

Poison

Got You

BONUS CHAPTER:

The Red Dragon

EAU DE TOILETTE

I will always remember the chaos and the confusion that was at the airport because of flight 758. Policeman, fire brigade, military forces, … everyone was there. Everyone was figuring out what had actually happened. Nobody knew what was going on.

Newspapers from all over Russia were reporting the incident and we were in every possible television show and in most of them I was treated as one of the main suspects. The inter-agencies had placed a ban on the spread of my pictures. So, the Russian media and press didn't really know who I was and how I looked. They just knew that there was a guy from Paris who was still in custody after this very suspicious landing at their most famous International Airport which actually also has the name of Pushkin.

According to the protocol and international standards I was under Protective custody and in line with the procedure I did not speak during the whole period of protective custody with anyone else other than the French ambassador to Russia who came to see me twice daily and gave me updates from Monsieur Le Capitaine – who was not happy at all with the mess - and explained the procedures that had been taken to get me out of this mess as quickly as possible. And while everyone was super stressed out, I actually enjoyed it because I stayed in the most expensive five-star hotel just at the entrance to the Red Square in front of the castle and just opposite to the legendary shopping mall Okhotny Ryad. And whenever I wanted to take a step outside on the balcony, I could actually see over to Фонтан «Четыре времени года» which means in Russian Four Seasons Fontaine.

Being an agent can be like in my case, very entertaining and all of this was actually on the cost of the Russian government, because they were the ones who had to clear me and according to inter-agency standards responsible for my well-being. During those days, I was having five-star breakfast every morning in my room because I was not allowed to leave my room and have breakfast in the restaurant.

I went to the gym and had always five Secret Service guys with black glasses looking like Klitschko, tall, extremely athletic and tough guys who looked like fighter jarks. They were security assassins and I was their prey. There was no doubt that they had the authority to shoot whenever they would see only a hint of behaviour that would lead to my escape. And I knew that the main reason why His Excellency the Ambassador was so f******* stressed out. His Excellency had read my dossier and feared that I would risk a diplomatic crisis between France and Russia by not following the protocol.

He was aware of the occurrence in the plane because he had access to the Secret Service files from the Bureau du Deuxième - not to the entire file, but to a version that was already a nightmare for a gentleman like him.

And every time he came to see me, I had to assure him again that I was following the protocol and that I was respecting the international standards and the protocol, doing everything that I could to actually help him and his counterparty, the Russian Minister of Foreign Affairs to clear this case as soon as possible and settle the diplomatic crisis between the French Republic and the Federation of Russia.

…

Where are you now?

Every day, I was thinking about her. My mind was wondering around in all the hours that I was not speaking to ambassadors. There were moments when I woke up at night and I realised that the worst-case scenario I had just gone through was just another nightmare. Another nightmare and I was still in my hotel room and nothing had changed.

Was she doing alright?

Did she also think about me?

Was she also wishing to see me again?

I have been in all the trainings and I've been doing these for many years but since I've met Emily and since we've been celebrating our pre-engagement in this very special flight number 758 (which was later called 753 in the inter-agency dossiers because of a misunderstanding between two French encoders who registered it as 753 instead of 758 and once something is filled it is filled and cannot be changed. You could only file again which the Deuxième deemed not necessary at the time because everyone knew anyway which flight it was) from Paris to Moscow.

And it was clear to me that I was, in this case, no longer able to see this objectively. There was a personal motivation turning loyalty to a mission and loyalty to any order I have received into secular banalities and the note was 6 letters long – EMILIE.

…

It was on the last day before my expected release. It was about 2:00 o'clock in the afternoon and I was sitting in my room reading newspapers. I've just had a phone call with the captain and being informed that by tomorrow morning I would be released. Suddenly, I heard a knock on my door.

Room service. Do you need fresh towels?

The newspaper flew through my room and I was at the door faster than I could count to 1. The jump I took from my seat to the door was like a tiger grabbing his prey because I knew this voice. And even if there were thousands of other voices at the same time speaking, I would always recognise her voice. It was Emilie.

Before I opened the door, I controlled my emotions and slowly opened the door. As I had expected it the two Secret Service guys with sunglasses were still in front of the door. It was kind of weird that they let her speak to me directly because in all the days here in the hotel, I have never spoken to anyone from the hotel stuff before.

She had dressed up like a service maid. Her blonde hair was brown. But there was no doubt that this was Emilie and that she must have been able to fool the system again to see me.

I cannot find the stationary. Maybe you can help me with that?

Sure.

Before I could say anything, she rushed past me and went inside the room.

I took a look at the Secret Service agents. They didn't move an inch. I turned back into the room and closed the door.

I would bet 100MARSHALLS that I have seen this face before, I said like to myself.

Yes, dear. On the plane, don't you remember? Favourites from my father. The two of them work for him.

Jesus Christ. Emie ….

I wanted to start and I didn't get any further because her red lips were already on my lips and that was a very Merry Christmas again.

All the questions and concerns, all the fears that she would not come back to see me again - they were all gone. We were just flying again across the European airspace, holding each other and every breath was like a life age on this earth.

And when we finally stopped breathing together and released each other at least a little bit we were looking at each other and smiling and shining bright like diamonds in the sun. For us, love and loving each other had reached a new level of connection. A deepness that I would have never expected in a relationship with a woman.

Every time I looked at her face, I just got lost in her endless beauty that was so pure and clear like the polar sky. For me, looking in her big brown eyes was like diving in the Great Barrier Reef with endless oxygen supply because every second you discover something new and undiscovered - the way she looked at me in that moment allowed me to look deep in her soul. Far down there – like on the bottom of the deepest sea - I could see a land where roses bloom. Left and right were running down two teardrops from her eyes. I captured the teardrops with my fingers because they were precious like water in the desert and filled her face again with kisses.

Your look goes deeper than the knife. You really love me.

I didn't have to say anything else to that. I just took her hand.

I looked at her.

Yes, I do. I do. I do. I do.

Her hands found a way around me and we held each other tight again.

By the way I like your brown hair.

She smiled and told me that it was actually not her real hair – just a simple wig. I should later learn that the Red Dragon Organization had an entire department that was helping its members to change their appearance whenever necessary.

Our day is short. Are they treating you well here?

I cannot complain, it's just boring.

Well, if ever you need something just let me know. My dad knows all the people who are running the show here in the hotel and over there. Her hand was pointing towards the Kremlin.

Let's not talk about these kinds of things right now. Just tell me why you're here. I have meetings with officials, from ambassadors to government people and military people all the time. I want to spend the little time I have with you for other things, please.

Dear! Me too. I want to go shopping with you. Just over there in the mall.

When I was a little girl, I always dreamed of buying my first engagement ring with my boyfriend in the mall over there and today is the day. You want to join me?

I decided to join you. I decided to join you long ago.

I know, sweetheart. Let's go.

But how are we going to get out? They will stop us.

Come on, don't be shy.

Do you really think that my father would ridicule himself by not helping me to buy my engagement ring with you if I want to buy it today?

When a Russian woman is confident about her love to a man It is something extremely powerful and something that I can only wish other agents and men in general to experience themselves. I have seen many agents who actually found their soul mates in the east. When I called Emilie the Princess in Paris, I realised that in Moscow she was just the queen.

Russians adore Moscow and even if they have never been to the capital themselves they will always treat Moscow with honour and adoration when they speak to foreigners.