ARKJELSTAD, CAPITAL DISTRICT
YELLOW STAR REPUBLIC
She had the most wonderful day in the capital. It had been years since she'd made the journey. Shopping out on Kaupmannstorg, she loved to look through the windows at all the high fashion apparel and shiny new technology. Some made disparaging comments about the way the Republic was moving towards a totalitarian, closed society, but would such a repressive regime offer such luxury to its common citizens? She didn't think so. She smiled at everyone on the tram as she moved towards an empty seat. No one really smiled back and they looked annoyed at her, the country rube. Probably many such cynical thoughts ran through their narrow brains. They were unaware of what a privilege they had to live in such a wonderful cosmopolitan city as Arkjelstad. One woman sitting across from her did take notice for more than a moment. She had an interesting blonde coif with a feathered, raggedy look. Sort of a just-got-out-of-bed, but stylized, rockstar look. She smiled at her and got a sweet smile in return.
"I like your hair."
"Why thank you. I had it done yesterday at Joutsen Salon. Have you been there?"
"Um, no, but I will need to go soon."
"You should. They're the best. Really, your hair is...nice, but they could do some wonders for you."
She touched at her fading red hair and tried not to seem wounded.
"I...I will take your recommendation."
"Oh, listen, sorry...I'm not...I didn't mean to...Damn. This is my stop! Um, listen, I'm not weird or hitting on you, but would you like to have a coffee?"
It was very forward, but it would be nice to make a friend here. If nothing else, someone to kill a little time with before she got dinner. She was not ready to take the long journey back. Even though she didn't have to work until later tomorrow, she didn't want to leave things to chance.
"Well...Sure! Why not. I don't really have to do anything until supper."
"Hmm. Supper, huh? How quaint! Come on, give me one of those bags. Follow me."
They got off the tram in Flytjanda Hverfi (The Artist District). The woman led her to a nearby cafe. It had a good view of the plaza, but still had that tucked, out of the way feel to it. They took a table in a corner near the window, with the nearest occupied table being four spots away.
"How rude of me! My name is Gerta. What's your name and what do you do?"
"Uh...Ingerliesa. I'm a secretary...downtown."
"Oh..."
A waitress came to their table and wrote down their order of two coffees. Gerta ordered a small plate of sampler pastries, as well. She walked back to the kitchen.
"I shouldn't because I do watch my figure..."
"You look great, Gerta. I mean really, I'm...not gay either, but, you know, the whole package, fab hair, style, great body. A real catch for someone. So what do you do?"
"Well...Dr. Heydrussen. That's your name, of course. Doctor...Bryndas...Heydrussen. I'm with the RLO, good doctor."
"I..." She was struck speechless. As if she'd been knocked physically back by the initials of the secret security agency. She tried to focus as her vision blurred. She wiped at her tears. Gerta fluffed at her hair and glanced around.
Gerta waited another few seconds then spoke again. She was calm, with a reassuring smile, and she kept her voice low, but it had a real malice to it.
"You've been a naughty girl, Bryn. You are supposed to clear trips out of town with us. Mr. Svart had a talk with you in his office. You are not allowed to talk to unauthorized people. Especially not risk contact with foreigners. Look around you...Look! Look out that window there, do you see foreigners? Tourists? I do. Tsk tsk, Bryn. You really had us jumping there. There's another team that drove down to pick you up in Fellsjon, thinking you went home. That's a long drive and a big waste of our time. What made you think you could just jump on a train to fucking Arkjelstad?"
"I...I can go wh-where I WANT! I'M A FREE CITIZEN!" Dr. Heydrussen's rose to a strange pitch as she tried to talk around the lump in her throat. She was starting to shake a bit, rattling the table.
"Calm down. Stop making a scene, Doctor. Knock...It...Off." Gerta waved to the back of the cafe. A couple rose from a table and started going to other tables. They raised their badges to the students and older folks, then pointed to the door. Within three minutes, the cafe was cleared. One RLO agent stood at the door as the other headed into the kitchen.
"OK. Yes, well...free is a subjective idea, now isn't it? You serve the Republic, Doctor. We just can't have you scampering out here or wherever you feel like without an escort. The information you hold in your head is paramount. You cannot fall into the wrong hands."
"Whose hands? I'm in our own Capital, on the holiday I was given by Mr. Svart. And...Who cares? Everyone's doing genetic research these days, Gerta, and..."
"Shut. Up. Seriously. What part of you publishing that fucking article in the NS Journal of Genetic Research do you think was not a huge red flag? You put yourself and our nation on the intel desk of every forward thinking nation on the globe. The damage control, putting the lid on...Vitleysa! Do you know how hard I've been working the last damn couple months? We all have because of your prima dona ass."
"I-I d-don't know you and I don't care, bitch. I'm not your prisoner!"
"Ha! No, I prefer the term 'ward'. And I'm your new minder, Doctor, now that you proved you can't be trusted." She smiled a little bigger, "Ingerliesa the Secretary! Nice one, by the way." Gerta crossed shapely legs coated in silky black stockings.
"I do feel for you, Doctor, but you've put yourself in this situation. We rely on you. If we could lock your brain up in a vault, we would. You can't just jeopardize National Security so flagrantly again and again. We're counting on you. For someone with so many PhDs and such an IQ, you're pretty fuckin' stupid, Doctor."
"My research is not for National Security purposes, it's for the betterment of humanity...but I don't want to have this argument over and over with you people."
"No. It's not necessary. Talking is done."
"S-so, what happens now?"
Gerta pointed out to a Rover that had pulled up outside the cafe.
"We have a long drive back. You can keep your new things. I watched you trying some on in the last store. Very cute. Anyway, we're leaving. Now. If you try to shout or talk to anyone, I will hit you extreeeemely hard, Bryn. I promise you that."
Dr. Heydrussen's head sagged on a neck that seemed suddenly inadequate to hold it up.
ÖLDUNGARHRING, ARKJELSTAD
The Premier, Arno Torgesson, sat at his desk, looking at the file.
"Jumala! And she's disappeared?!"
Director Mattiesen, head of the RLO, gave a slight shrug and smile.
"Well, No. No Sir, she tried to disappear, or anyway wasn't very conscious of the directive we were giving her. We tracked her. She's here in the Capital and getting a one way ticket back to the lab. My point I'm trying to make is that we need to tap into all the resources we can to keep her safe, and keep those that wish her harm, out. We need to have the Military working, um...closely with us. Focusing out, while we focus in, which is both our respective jobs, but really taking threats seriously. They will be coming for her."
"Who?"
"Everyone. A lot of future plans ride on her being able to finish her work."
"Yes, finishing it here, with us. You have a point. You draw up a plan and I'll run it by the Generals and the Commissioner."
"Of course, Premier Torgesson."
"And Mattiesen."
"Sir?"
"Don't you fuck up and misplace her again. I will make sure you get misplaced."
ACROSS THE YELLOW STAR REPUBLIC
Since the publishing of Dr. Heydrussen's article, things had gone full swing, radiating from Arkjelstad out to the reaches.
Across the long coast line, YSR patrol boats kept up steady circuits. Customs did double checks on all boats unloading at the ports, whether they carried industrial crates or fish. The SAM and ASW battery network was once again on high alert, with four constant rotating shifts to keep the operators fresh. RLO undercover teams and police scoured the major airports at the Capital, Puuhunstad and Tankjel. The train stations also had a good compliment of The Lögreglu (National gendarmes) during most hours. The borders with Falkasia, Platteisen Adler and Glisandia were not fully fortified, but troops were being rushed to them. Elite troops from the JaegerFlok had mobilized to cover key sections of the border, reinforcing the regular border troops. The RLO (Republic Leyndarmál Öryggi) and the military were doing their best to sew the nation up tight from their surrounding, unsuspecting, liberal Nordic neighbors. They were almost there.
MAP OF YSR (Also in my signature)