Running to catch up Saga #26

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Good nite my sweet friend. Sleep well.

Paula’s invitation to Sam was intriguing.

It was unexpected.

Sam had a few questions to ask Paula.

He didn’t even know her last name.

“Paula your offer to take me to your place is unusual because I

don’t know who you are, or even your last name?”

Paula laughed.

“Oh, that’s right. It’s Peterson, Paula Peterson.”

“Well, Miss Peterson, how did you find me in that bar with George?”

“I followed you, Sam. That’s what a good agent is trained to do.”

“So, you do know me.”

“I’ve followed your career at the Agency. I was lucky to get you on my flight…

what are the chances of that?”

“I’m beginning to think you are very lucky or my luck got better.”

“A little of both I would say.”

“Do you live here in Warsaw?”

“Yes, all of my life.”

“And that would be?”

“Twenty-seven years.”

“All of twenty-seven. How long have you worked for the Agency?”

“Five years.”

“You are so young to be this well trained.

Good for you.

If you don’t

mind,

I need to get some sleep.

Where’s your sofa?”

(To be continued)

Running to catch up Saga #25

It was daylight and Isabella sat up on the sofa and glanced out the window.

Where was she?

She wasn’t feeling so great.

A knock on the door.

“Yes?”

Isabella cried out.

The door opened, an older woman with a scarf on her head

entered the room carrying a tray.

“Coffee, Miss?”

“Please.”

Isabella was in need of coffee.

“Drink it slowly.”

That voice sounded familiar.

Looking close up at the woman who was standing over her

she recognized her; it was Josephine.

The Josephine from the boat nightmare shooting in Istanbul.

“Shhh, save your strength. I’m your friend. I want to help you.”

“But tell me what is going on?”

“It’s my nephew, Marcel, he’s really screwed up. He doesn’t

want to hurt you but the others, well, the others are telling

him to kill you.”

“Oh, no. But why?”

“Don’t worry, I’ll help you escape.”

(To be continued)

Running to catch up Saga #24

Jack is calling tonight…

Sam Harley made his way to a dingy bar on the out skirts of Warsaw.

It was a place suggested by George as they both wanted to keep a low profile.

“George, great to see you after all these years.”

“Sam, you old son of a gun, I thought you were dead.”

Sam laughed.

“Not me. How long has it been?”
“Twenty-five, thirty years, but hey, who’s counting.”

Both men laughed and ordered rounds of Jack Daniels.

Sam filled George in on why he was back in Poland.

He needed his help in locating an arms dealer, Marcel Massey

and woman who was traveling with him.

George knew just about everyone but was not familiar with

Mr. Massey.

Sam sat back on his bar chair and felt defeated.

Maybe, his luck was running out.

“Look Sam, give me a day to ask around.

I’m certain I can find him if he is still in Poland.”

A few more shots of Jack Daniels and Sam

was ready to call it a night.

“OK, George, I better get some sleep. Can you drive

me to a hotel?”

“Of course, my friend, where are you staying?”

“I haven’t checked into a place yet. Any suggestions?”

From out of the shadows of the dark bar appeared

a friendly face.

“I think Mr. Harley would like to stay at my place.”

It was Paula. The flight attendant from his flight.

Sam took one look at her in her daytime clothes, tight jeans, sweater top and

a scarf around her neck, he was smitten.

“George, I just found my hotel and driver.”

George surveyed the situation and said good night.

“Sam, I have your number, I’ll call you tomorrow night.”

(To be continued)

Running to catch up Saga #23

Need to run faster…

When Sam Harley arrived in Warsaw, he relied on his contact

and not the Agency’s. 

Sam spent a year in Poland when he was first beginning to become an agent.

Fortunately, he stayed in contact with at least one of his associates.

“Hello George, it’s Sam Harley.”

George Sloan was an older agent now retired from the Agency.

“Sam, Sam my friend, how are you and where are you?”

“George, I’m fine and in Warsaw, can we meet?”

The two made arrangements to meet at a local bar in the city.

(To be continued)

Running to catch up Saga #21

Too dark to Run.

Isabella woke up in a dark room. She could barely see anything in the room.

Her head was pounding.

Where was she?

A door opened and a figure came in and sat a tray of food by Isabella.

She heard a familiar voice, a woman’s voice.

“You must eat something. Feel better soon.”

The woman left the room without saying another word.

Isabella laid back down. 

She was not hungry.

(To be continued)

Running to catch up Saga #22

Sam Harley’s flight was one hour from landing in Warsaw, when the flight attendant. Paula,

approached him.

“Excuse me sir, the captain would like to see you.”

“Me? Why?”
“Please, no questions, just follow me.”

Paula knocked on the cabin door leading to the cock pit.

A deep voice replied, “Enter.”

Sam entered the small area of the plane where he saw

two pilots.

“Mr. Harley, welcome aboard. We noticed you when you boarded,

or I should state it was our flight attendant, Paula, who recognized you

and alerted us.

We contacted your Agency in Washington DC

and they instructed us to assist you in

any way we can.”

“Now nice of the Agency.” Sam was being sarcastic.

The last conversation he had with his boss, Jenkins,

he was fired from the assignment.

“Mr. Jenkins told us to tell you are doing a fine job.”

Sam smirked at them.

“Mr. Jenkins gave us a list of contact names you might need once you get to Warsaw.

And Sam, thank you for flying with us today.”

Sam thanked them and then exited the cock pit.

(To be continued)

Running to catch up Saga #20

Sam Harley was running inside the airport terminal to catch a flight.

“Last call for flight #822”

Sam heard the last call announcement and arrived at the check-in desk

just before they closed the door.

“Are you on this flight, sir?”

“Yes, I am, thank you.”

Sam smiled and stepped on board into his first-class seat.

“That was a close one, sir.”

“Yes, that’s just like my life these days. Running to catch up.”

The flight attendant gave Sam a big smile and asked, “Scotch?”

Smiling back and almost laughing, “Yes, thank you. Do we know each other?”

“Maybe. You better buckle up before we take off. Captain’s orders.”

It was easy for Sam to take orders from a pretty woman especially since

she was serving drinks to him.

After the plane was airborne and at cruising attitude, the flight attendant named, Paula, 

made the rounds again. She offered to refresh Sam’s drink and he agreed.

“Mr. Harley what takes you to Warsaw today?”

“Unfinished business.”

(To be continued)

Running to catch up Saga #19

Isabella Lovely was not going to let Marcel kill her.

She had other plans.

She wanted to live.

She wanted to see Sam Harley again and apologize to him

for running away from him at the restaurant.

It was stupid thing to do.

She was innocent.

She did nothing wrong; but Isabella was scared.

She had read stories about people who were thrown in prison

for doing nothing except being someone’s friend or partner.

She was not going to prison; now she faced a death sentence.

Maybe, praying would help her in her hour of need.

Had God forgotten her?

Marcel’s private plane landed in Poland in the late afternoon.

Isabella looked out the window and saw a police presence

at the airport.

Chills ran down her spine.

Her only chance was to call out to them for help.

Marcel saw the police and decided to take Isabella

off the aircraft and avoid a scene.

He had the steward to serve Isabella a cocktail

laced with a few sleeping pills.

Isabella didn’t know the drink was spiked and drank it to calm her nerves.

It was easy to take Isabella in a wheelchair off the plane and into

a black SUV which was parked next to the airplane.

(To be continued)

Running to catch up Saga #18

Maybe, Sam Harley just needed a drink or a run to burn off his frustration.

He didn’t think he failed at his mission.

Something he never done until now; he called his ex-wife, Elizabeth.
“Hello Sam, I was going to call you, but you beat me to the call.

I wanted to thank you for my alimony checks.

I was surprised you even paid my alimony for the next six months.”

“You can save the thank yous, Elizabeth. You probably won’t see another one.”

“Why is that?”

“I missed up an assignment and the Agency is upset with me.”

“It would not be the first or the last time. You have great instincts, use them.

They have never failed when you did.

Get back out there and show the Agency they are wrong.”

“Hey, Liz thanks. Don’t spend that money on the horses. Find a new hobby.”

(To be continued)

Running to catch up Saga #17

Mountain high run..

Isabella was surprised to see Marcel onboard when the private plane

landed in Paris.

“Hello darling.”

“Marcel, what are you doing here?”

“You were in distress, so, I came to rescue you, my love.”

“How thoughtful of you.”

Marcel was all smiles as he kissed Isabella on both cheeks.

“We don’t have much time, so hurry, get on board,

the pilot has been given clearance from the tower that we are ready to take off.

“That was quick. Why the rush?”

Marcel didn’t reply but hurriedly got Isabella in her seat 

and asked the steward to bring her a cocktail.

Up, Up and away…

Isabella dozed off during the flight and when she woke up

and looked out the planes’ window, she saw snow covered mountains.

“Marcel, where are we? I don’t remember mountains of snow in Turkey.”

“You see my darling Isabella, we not going to Turkey, we going to land

in Poland. I have to take care of business first.”

“What business?”

“I can’t discuss the details with you, my dear.”

“So, Sam was right. You are dealing in arms.”

“Screw that Sam Harley and the United States, we are in a war

right now. My people need to survive, but you wouldn’t understand that

because you only think of yourself. It’s always the same, what about me, me, me.

I’m sick of you and those Americans who want to make America great again.”

Isabella was shocked to hear those words coming out of Marcel’s mouth.

Did she just run away from Sam just to become what? A hostage to this arms mission?

“Marcel, you need to let me go when we get off the plane.

I don’t want any part of this.”

“Sorry Isabella, but what makes you think you are going to get off this plane alive?”

(To be continued)