Daughter of the Bear Mystery-Thriller (Blog Thirteen) by Dan Watt, author of Brackish, and Queen of Caelum, References at bottom of page.
Законы ловят мух, но отпускают шершней.
Laws catch flies, but release hornets.
He catches Cy glancing at him in the rear-view mirror with a look of concern.
“Are you okay Erwin?” Cy asks. “You look pale.”
“Just tired,” he lies.
“Where are you staying?” Achojah asks.
“The Atrium Hotel,” he replies. “Nice, affordable and fits in with my old man appearance.”
“You’ll have a brand new luggage bag when we drop you off,” Achojah tells him. “Cy and I are here for another week. Our business card is in the luggage bag with all the other things Ana thought you would like to have. You call the number and say Perseus.”
“We’ll just hope none of our American colleagues are listening in,” Cy adds with a chuckle.
Cy steers the car in front of a yellow, rectangular building with a turreted corner.
“Let me carry your luggage inside for you uncle,” Achojah says as he bounces out of the car.
“Stay safe and we’ll meet soon,” Cy says reach back to shake his hand.
“Luck would be good,” he replies.
“And much luck,” Cy adds.
He gets out and walks with a limp making sure the cane supports his weight.
“Perseus,” Achojah whispers to him as a reminder while carrying his luggage inside, all the way to front counter.
Acholjah gives him a big hug and says out loud, “Take care uncle, we’ll see you soon.”
In his rented room he looks out the window at the busy Executive Committee Street. Tomorrow he needs to find a private pilot to fly him to Komsomolsk-on-Amur. He uses his one cell phone to detect any hidden cameras or hidden bugs for listening in on his conversations. After a walking through each room he finds everything clear.
With time to kill he opens the brown and white checkered luggage bag Cy and Achojah gave him.
The first things he sees are two boxes of Backwoods Russian Cream cigars. At first he thinks this is strange since Cy and Achojah know he doesn’t smoke. He takes out the first cigar box and dumps it out. His eyes widen in surprise. Lying on top of the scattered cigars is an MP-443 Grach. He opens the magazine and sees it’s full of armour piercing bullets. There are two more clips in the box. It’s also a heavy weapon. What did Ana tell them I was up against?
Next he dumps the second cigar box. This time lying on top of the cigars is a much lighter and preferable gun: an AF-1 with light polymer body and ambidextrous magazine release. The box also has three more magazines and a silencer he assumes was not legally made.
He pulls out a box of Alpen Gold cookies. He opens it and after a few cookies finds an assortment of prosthetic noses and eyebrows, and a small tube of makeup glue. Underneath are two reversible jackets, a dark brown and grey wig, and two jars of skin moisturizer. He assumes the moisturizer will either tan his skin or make it age. Inside the interior pockets he finds a used car sale card written in Russian. Negasi must have set this up. That means Ana called him first so it could be sent immediately to Cy and Achojah. He places his palm in the centre of his chest and thinks on her name with love and thanks.