The Next Phase: Part IV

[Cd.]

Sandor Korszany went by the name Sandy. He refused to be called anything else. He chose to work in DRA because he hated America and things American. He hated the people most of all. He often said that the Americans deserved the government they got. He believed in his heart that if there was a God, and he did not believe in God, that he was punishing these people for their arrogance and their dominance of the world during the last century.

Sandy hated regenitives. He considered them to be sup human. They had their one chance in life and now they were being brought back to life. What the hell for?

He felt no remorse for seeing one of these bastards getting killed. Why should he? They violated the laws of nature so why not send them back? They were expendable.

Sandy was born in Hungary, in the Cousulature of Europe. He went to Russia originally to be a Cosmonaut. He thought it to be exciting to serve on an expedition to Mars. Maybe he could even be selected for a voyage to the rings of Jupiter.

As a younger man, Sandy was an athlete. He competed in the Modern Pentathlon in the Olympics and got a Bronze Medel in the 2112 Olympics in Cape Town.

Now his work was to pose as a diplomat while leading a small group of agents in New City on a dangerous mission.

Sandy stood 6'-2". His face was finely chisled like that of a soldier or worker in one of those old Social Realism posters during the Stalinist era in Russia. He never smiled. He never joked. He hated humor of any kind. He also smoked. Smoking cigerettes was illegal in DRA and was technically illegal in most other countries. The fact that they were expensive made cigerettes hard to obtain. For most people it was a habit which was hardly worth the expense. It was better to inhale nitrous oxide, which was truely the drug of the proletariate.

Sandy sat in the darkly lit Club of London in Georgetown. It was a "Safe" place because it was frequented by so many government agents. It was an upscale diner prefered by government and business people. None of them knew or cared that Sandy was a dangerous man who personally snapped the neckbone of a number of officials. As far as any of them knew, Sandy was a diplomat at the Embassy of the Consulature of Europe. Even those at the Embassy were unaware of the true nature of his work.

The table Sandy chose was secluded. He wanted it that way.

Sandy dressed in a typical businessman's attire: a black tunic and dress pants. Men had long ago abandoned the practice of wearing ties. Jackets were rarely worn, usually only for cold weather. His tunic was buttoned to the top and he had a choker colar similar to that of old time military men.

Across from Sandy sat Kurtis and next to Sandy was a striking young woman who was introduced as Brigit. Brigit had hazel eyes and medium length black hair. As other women had she wore a miniskirt with black stokings.

Kurtis wore the same second hand cloaths that were given to him at the safehouse/church which made his uncomfortable in such an upscale setting.

"From now on your name is Jason Pullman. The files will give your identity. You will obey all orders without question. You will be answerable to me and only to me. In my absence you will be answeable to Bridgit. Bridgit is my assistant and can be trusted with anything. She will help you with any problems you have. "

Sandy left early and Kurtis was left with Brigit. She spoke looking out the window.
"I will answer any and all questions. And lets start with what you are already thinking. The answer is yes, I am Sandy's lover. Yes I am a regenitive just like you. That is all of the personal information I will give you. Now if you will come with me I will show you your appartment. Remember that you are never to leave without telling Sandy or myself."

Kurtis nodded. Then added...
"I do have a question."
"and what might that be?"
"What do you know about the Regulators and some guy named Shield?"
Bridgit looked at him directly for the first time.
"A bunch of anarchists and rabble. Real scum. They do assasinations and things like that. We used to work with them but they are too unstable. Have their own agenda. Best not to talk about them. Just talking about them can get you arrested here."


Later that evening Kurtis was taken to a dance club frequented by young people. The music was loud and anoying. It was the sound of what was appeared to be Russian music.
"Young people listen to this ****?" Kurtis thought.

It was in a shopping center. Thought Suburban Shopping centers were a thing of the past, it was now trendy to reconvert department stores into dance clubs.

On the floor, young men and women danced. They dressed in military style khaki and had multi colored hair, which was sort of the trend of the day. At the back of the dance floor at a table were three older looking men sitting with Sandy. The men looked strangely out of place in the dance club. One of them, an oldish looking fat man had a very sexy, scantily dressed woman at his side begging him to dance.
"Come on Ivan, do dance with me."
"Not now its time for business."
He eyes met Kurtis.
"Now there is a man who will dance. A real man. Ivan, if you don't go now I will run off with that man!"
Kurtis shrugged.
"Fine! **** you all!" She said in mock anger and walked away to the dance floor to dance alone.
The fat man laughed and said to Kurtis, "Young man you have offended Daisy and aroused her wrath."
"I don't care for the music."
The fat man replied, "I hate it too. These damm americans just love things Russian. I can't understand it."

The irony struck Kurtis. Back in his era it was American culture which swept Europe and Russia. American jazz, and later blues and finally rock'n roll. Now the Russians are paying us back by sending their ****ty music. It made Kurtis smirk.

Sandy did not smile of look at Kurtis. "Ivan, this is the newest addition to the company. His name is Jason."

The other two men were large burley men. Kurtis presumed they were body guards for the fat man.

"Jason, I own this club. I hate the music but so what, it makes me money. I too am with the company. You won't see much of me but Sandy and I work together."

On the way out Brigit talked to Kurtis,
"You made a great impression on Ivan. Ivan is a hard man to please."
"He seemed nice to me."
Bridgit laughed...
"Hes and *******. I saw him stick a man's head in a vice and squeeze it till his skull cracked. He is a gangster but we have use for men like that."
She added...
"Once he had me alone and tried to have me. I told him that if he ever touched me that Sandy would cut his nuts off. And Sandy would do that too. Not much scares Ivan but he does respect Sandy."

Live as an agent was tedious and often dull. Mostly it was going to a dull job. Going over papers and gathering info. Kurtis had a fake job in the department of defense. He fixed computers while copying information. It was an easy gig but not very exciting. At night he went to Sandy's appartment which he shared with Bridgit.

His movements were watched closely by the two and he hated the lack of freedom. He could not leave his appartment. Once he did so to go to the store and no sooner did he do so than Sandy came by to scold him.

Then came the real job.

The members of the group were assembled.

There were people Kurtis had never seen.

"Kurtis, do you know anyone here other than Bridgit and myself?"
"No," answered Kurtis.
"That is good. It is best it stays that way."
"Everyone, this is Jason. He works for me and me only. Jason this is Ed, Steve Ronnie and Clark." They are our team. They will support you."

Now this is the plan we will be going to 1600 Pennsylvania Ave. and deliver a package.

The room was silent.

Sandy detailed the plan. They were to go into the downstairs in the evening dressed as security agents and ignite their "package."

The plan was executed.

As planned Sandy led the enemy agents. Kurtis and Brigit worked together.
"This is insanity. An assasination? What the hell for?"
Inside the Oval Office they worked quietly. The Close Circuit TV was first jerry rigged to show a recording of what happened an hour before. Then the Case was opened. Kurtis kept watch, gun in hand while Bridgit worked.

Glancing over he looked at the device she was assembling. It was something similar to what he saw in his text book at the training school...but no it couldnt be.....

"What the hell is that?" He whispered.
"Shut up! Just keep your eyes open."

Kurtis looked at her in amazement.

In all his training he was shown weapons of all kinds but the portable nuclear weapon was one that he knew existed but could only see in books.

And here was one right in front of him.


"Do you know what you are doing? He asked. Innocent people will die?"
"But its for the liberation of our people. Isnt that what you want?"
"Liberation? Do you call death and destruction liberation?"
"We have our orders. The Organization saved us from death. Now its time to repay them."
"By exploding a nuclear weapon? I would take death anyday than that."
"Then get the hell out and let me do my work."
Kurtis drew his gun and pointed it at her.
"What are you doing with that gun?"
"Stop what you are doing or I will shoot."
"Would you kill me?"
"I don't want to but I will if I have to."
"Kurtis. Do you know why I am here. Its because I volunteered."
"Yea I know, we are all volunteers."
"I mean I really volunteered. I wanted to change this place."
"By killing innocent people? Think for yourself girl!"
He handed her his gun.
"If you want to kill start by killing me. Do it now."
"Damm you Kurtis. Don't make me do this. Do you think I feel like doing this?"
He took his gun back.
"Lets run. Just get out."
"But what about Sandy."
"Then go back to him but lets stop this insanity."
"You don't understand. He will find you and me and...."

"AND WHAT?"
There in the hall with a gun stood Sandy.

"I hope you two were ready. This time your deaths will be permanent."

To be continued