Posted: Thu Jan 25, 2007 9:29 pm Post subject: The story...
It was raining the day Sonja arrived in Amsterdam. As she walked out of Centraal Station, the city seemed as gloomy as she herself felt, knowing what she had come to do here. _________________ Toe ek jonk was, het ek al die antwoorde geken. Nou verstaan ek nie eens die vrae nie.
As she walked towards the Dam she noticed the rainclouds had grown thicker, she picked up her pace towards her destination. _________________ My site:http://www.AntonKemmeren.com
En route to her destination, she had felt so secure and confident in what she was determined to do. But once she stepped out onto the city streets, the alieness of the whole place permeated the very air, and she felt disoriented, confused. What had only recently seemed so clear in her mind, now felt hazy. But Sonja was not the sort to shrink back from adversity, so onward she pressed. She waited out in the rain, and hailed a cab. She got in.
during the taxi started the drive to the restaurant Sonja leaned her head on the window and looked at the big raindrops in the beginning of the storm outside. She was very tired and couldn't remain awake. Like an evil premonition there were 3 gunshots and she suddenly waked and saw the taxi driver who knocked on the window for wake up her. In one second sonja remembered why was she in this taxi and she picked up her bag and opened the door. But it wasn't Amersterdam, it wasn't Holland ; in panic she looked to her watch and it was 7 hours after the time she has left Centraal Station.........
Bewildered Sonja looked out on a flat, green, marshy landscape with a few isolated farms scattered on small hills above the meadows and ponds. She could smell salt sea air and turned to her rather handsome driver (she now noticed) to ask what the hell was going on?
He smiled mysteriously and said:
- Wolkom yn Fryslân! _________________ Wer fremde Sprachen nicht kennt, weiß nichts von seiner eigenen. = Those who don't know foreign languages, know nothing of their own. (Johann Wolfgang von Goethe)
sonja listened him tell her this words but she didn't had an idea at all what he said because she can speak only english and italian. But she didn't asked him because it was evidnet he was not a genuine taxi driver because she wasn't in the Manden Hotel.she must quickly think how to escape, but she's decided to stay because he was so hadnsome. She didn't had much fear because she had a special ring what contain poison and a gun - this things she was given by MI5 for when she will confront him (probably not the taxi driver)...
The handsome driver, oblivious to her growing signs of distress, continued to natter on in rapidfire Frisian. What purpose does it serve to speak in a foreign language to an audience that has clearly little inclination to learn it, Sonja wondered aloud.
The driver stepped out of the vehicle and motioned for the bemused M15 agent to follow suit. Noticing her special ring on her finger, he politely enquired -in English- if she was married.
'Oh?', exclaimed Sonja in exasperation. 'So you do speak English, you git!' _________________ Hillary Clinton is an acquired taste which I have clearly yet to acquire.
"Yes," the taxi driver replied. "I do speak English. In fact, I speak several languages."
"OK great," Sonja said. "Would you mind telling me what's going on, where are we, who are you?" _________________ Toe ek jonk was, het ek al die antwoorde geken. Nou verstaan ek nie eens die vrae nie.
"Hostiles had figured out what you were supposed to do in Amsterdam, so I had to extract you as quickly as possible." Said the MI5 Agent. "You were hit in the arm, but I patched you up. We need to take out the subject at another day and time." After hearing she had been shot Sonja felt a sharp pain in her upper arm. "Don't worry, it was a ricochet, you'll be fine." said the agent to which Sonja replied:"I still don't know who you are." The agent said: "My name is Habo Aaldenberg, I'm a local agent for MI5 here in the Netherlands."
They looked at the landscape. "So where are we?" asked Sonja "We are in the North of the Netherlands, Friesland to be exact." Said Habo. _________________ My site:http://www.AntonKemmeren.com
Sonja was aware that the Friesland informations were for disorient her beacuse it don't take 7 hours getting there from Amsterdam also she knew it was other reason why her upper arm was painful and there was some blood, but this she would deal with later.
" this location is completely safe ", explained Habo, " when they've reclaimed this area from the sea it was designated special zone and it was not put on the maps "
This didn't surprised Sonja, who had a tracking device in her right leg so it would become evident the true location, what she think is the island near sweden called Hawaii on fab's map of what swedish people think about Europe. She had studied very well fab's maps during her training : he was the director of the cartographers.
Sonja realised that she could not trust Habo, that he was not who he said he was. But it was also important that he thought she believed him, that she trusted him. Until she could figure out a way to escape, she had to pretend to work with him.
She smiled. _________________ Toe ek jonk was, het ek al die antwoorde geken. Nou verstaan ek nie eens die vrae nie.
Habo saw her smile and thought it was a pitty she had to die sooner or later. His boss had ordered him kill Sonja. He had to kill her as soon as she had told him the encryption method used on the telephone lines the British government uses for top secret phonecalls. Habo was a tall and handsome man, he had blue eyes and light hair. Sonja was thinking for whom Habo worked. She couldn't quite figure it out. _________________ My site:http://www.AntonKemmeren.com
Despite herself, Sonja realised that Habo intrigued her. There was something about him which she couldn't really put a finger on, something soft, despite his rugged exterior.
She was trying to figure out his accent, which somehow sounded familiar. She knew his speaking Frisian earlier was simply a ploy to divert her.
The sound of an approaching vehicle made both of them look up. It seemed to Sonja as if Habo was not expecting this. _________________ Toe ek jonk was, het ek al die antwoorde geken. Nou verstaan ek nie eens die vrae nie.
The vehicle approached them and stopped. The car was incredible : very long with windows who you can't look through them from outside. One window was slowly opening and suddenly Jade Goody exclaimed : " Sonja !!!! how are you ? I don't see you since we were in school. !!! "
Sonja and Habo were absolutly shocked !!!!
Jade told them that after the scandal in Big brother she''s decided escape to a place where there aren''t people. Then she said : " sonja and your handsome boyfriend - get in the car and we can have a party there's champagne and food, chocolates and TV ! "
She took her time deciding. She tweedled her thumbs and hummed tunelessly while her companions waited.
Jade smiled a tolerant smile and asked her to hurry -for heaven's sake!- as the paparrazi were hot on her pursuit.
'Say,' Sonja asked. 'Why were you so mean to that Indian girl on Big Brother?' _________________ Hillary Clinton is an acquired taste which I have clearly yet to acquire.
"My God, I couldn't think of any other way to get off that show!" Jade said airily. "And the Cheshire Cat was adamant that being on public television was hardly the best way to conduct oneself undercover!" She winked and helped herself to another truffle. "I disagreed; I thought it was the perfect cover. Who would suspect me, of all people, of being the Green Belle? Do try one of these, Sonja darling; they're amaretto creams. Simply divine!"
"Sorry," Sonja said, smiling apologetically. "I'm allergic to almonds."
But inside she wasn't smiling at all. A cold hand clutched at her heart. So this was the infamous Green Belle? The assassin who left a small, green-glass bauble in the mouth of each of her victims? Only the truly arrogant, truly psychotic killers went out of their way to get so close to their prey -- normal professionals -- like Habo probably was -- did their dirty work from a distance, through a sight, and got the hell away from the scene. They certainly didn't go out of their way to risk leaving DNA or any other personal evidence on the body!
She looked from Jade to Habo and back again, and took a deep breath. Okay. Here she was, in a gaudy stretch limo, in the company of two hired killers. Both of whom had gone out of their way to identify themselves to her, so she probably wasn't on their hit lists herself. Yet.
But professionals were a solitary lot. They generally didn't congregate in pairs like this. Something was up, and she wished to God that she had never signed that paper in Rome.
Habo was thinking about the Green Belle, was she hired in case he didn't succeed? He was very suspicious and he really didn't want to spend another second around this woman, the Green Belle. _________________ My site:http://www.AntonKemmeren.com
if you're psychotic it dont'have nothing to see with arrogant and most people who have psychosis don't be aggressive and abslulty *not* be a murderer / killer.
suddenly Sonja heard a sound like a cat. the Cheshier Cat told her : " hallo Sonja, if you will look to the left, on the chair next to Jade you will see me, but nobody esle can see me" Sonja looked and saw the cat.
The he explained her : " don't be frightened of the green belle !! I control her thoughts but she don't know it !! You will be safe during the time in this car, but I must warn you, that Habo has the plan to assassinate you. He work for the romanian secret service and his country want to have power and control of all of europe. now they have the plan code 37*>|1b first step : manipulate all MI5 agents. You must find a very powerful magnet for remove the thing they've put in your upper arm. Be careful !! You must do this when they don't look, for exemple when they're asleep. There is a magnet in the toolbox in the front, so you must ask the driver - he expect you to ask him because I've put this thought in his mind. "
Sonja was surprised that the cat told her but she's very happy that she know whta's going on. Then, Habo ....
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