The Bloodline

06

The native young lovely girl behind the desk stopped her typing, for a moment she was taken aback. She’s been working at the embassy as the private secretary of the ambassador for about two years, and never for her times there that black landline telephone rang for even once.

But her training during her probation time, which more like a military training  makes her snap back and directly pick up the telephone, then without answering, directly pressing an extension number before putting the receiver down again and continue her works, typing the letter recently dictated by the ambassador.

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The deputy ambassador, a man in his late fifties, can feel his heart beat a little faster as he saw the blinking LED light at the similar black colored landline at his table. Taking a deep sight, suppressing his excitement, he then picks up the receiver

Rendezvous in one hour…. Said the crackling voice from the other end of the telephone, almost inaudible, obviously that the caller were in a traffic

The deputy gave a relieve sigh…. Finally their endless effort bear fruit…

He then stand up from his comfortable chair, that accompany a finely crafted mahogany table that comes as the privilege of his position at the embassy, ot as exquisite as the one belongs to the ambassador, but enough for him, especially his purpose to be in this country is far from what he’s been doing since three ambassadors before the present one

Taking his fine tailored coat, he then step out his office…

“Pardon, Herr Zimmer, but you’re appointment about to arrive…” Said his personal secretary, as he leaves his room, and started walking.

“Emergency!” He said flatly, not even looking to the secretary whose now panicking since she will be the one who have to answer all the complaining from the guests that arrived not long after the ambassador left for the parking garage at the basement of the embassy.

Zimmer gripped the steering wheel of the unmarked car belong to the Embassy…. Even he can’t maintain his composure and curse in his native tongue as he found himself caught in the traffic jam….

The regularity of the nation…

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After struggling with traffic, Herr Zimmer finally reached an exclusive apartment that gave him privilege to use the private elevator from the basement that brings him up to the penthouse above.

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He gave a relieve sigh to found out that he only late to two of his compatriot, the woman in the blue shirt, whose body odor he could smell as he approaches the living room.

“Anton” he said to a tall, heavy built man, with dark crew cut hair, who greets him with nod.

Zimmer looked at the suit worn by that heavy built man. It was a casual suit, but he knew that the suit was tailored by the finest from his country, that once known to design the infamous uniform known to history.

Soon Zimmer gave another sight when he could not find the other man needed for this plan to be executed. For the man who grow with the mentality of punctuality, and precision, this is unacceptable

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“Sorry… Sorry… I’m late…” Said a native man who finally arrived, acting as he did sorry for his tardiness, but all of the three can see the smirk on his face that show how he enjoy showing his power, that he can make them wait for him. That he is important…

He then lay down his cap that shows that he belongs to the intelligent community of the country….

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The three men sit down around the table while the woman stand at the head of the table in front of her, full with her findings that spread all over the table.

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“It’s true…” She said in her thick accent, starting her report.

“Come on… You do realize that you are talking about a myth. It is nothing but folklore added to traditions, part of our religions” Said the man who was late, who happened to be the deputy chief of the intelligent of the country.

The woman cold gaze fixed to the man who literally questioned her credentials, her expertise.

“For the untrained, ignorant person, yes, it just merely a myth, a folklore.” She said, as the other two compatriot could see how the man’s jaw tightened, twitching, trying his best not to snap.

“I did a backward research, where I shift tons of what supposed to be urban legends, I cross reference those legends with what you claimed to be part of religion, traditions.” She said fast as she shifts the evidence of her claims on the table.

“And I found the connection….” She said, proud can be heard on her tone, “The event was real, the legend was true, and I have located the most probable location for the item…”

“Pfft…. Most probable…. So you don’t even know if...” Said the man having new ammunition to mocks the woman who then interrupted him by sliding her cellphone to him, with a picture shown in it.

“Are you sure about this?” said Herr Zimmer. He was the last to see the photo taken by the woman, who stand tall and said

“I Am!” proud in her voice…