Even The Mighty Shall Fall

by Anne


Englischer Garten Park Bench

Munich, West Germany

Monday, October 9, 1989

3:30 PM

The sun shone although the autumn air was cool and crisp. A tall, dirty-blond haired man sat on a park bench over looking the gardens reading a newspaper. He glanced at his watch again, shaking his head. He could hear a man’s shoes clicking on the sidewalk beside him. The short stocky man stopped, standing behind the bench.

“Du bist zu spät,” said the taller man, not turning around.


“Do you have information I requested?”

“Yes. Do you have my payment?”

The taller man took the manila packet from the other man, and then handed over a small envelope. “Here’s the agreed payment. This better be worth it.”

The stocky short man opened the small envelope, beginning to count the bills.

“Don’t do that here,” the tall man hissed.

“Yeah, right,” his companion apologized stuffing the envelope into his jacket pocket, then quickly walked away.

The tall man scanned the file. A smile formed on his lips. “Very interesting, so he does have an Achilles heel,” he said raising his eyebrows. “I have found the match that will burn our dear Scarecrow.”

Act One

Georgetown Medical Center

Monday, October 9, 1989

4:30 PM

Amanda Stetson sat on the exam table thumbing through an old Reader’s Digest. Her husband Lee sat on a chair in the corner staring at the posters on the wall with titles like The Fetal Brain and Skull, The RH Factor, Risks of Smoking During Pregnancy, Labor and Delivery and various other female anatomy posters that even he didn’t want to interpret. Running his hand through his hair, he shook his head in disbelief; he knew there were some things he did not want to know the answers to. Glancing over to his wife, he blew out a breath and smiled.

“Good afternoon, Lee and Amanda,” Dr. Fred Adams said after he entered the room. He shook Lee’s hand and put a gentle squeeze on Amanda’s shoulder. “How are you feeling?”

“I’m feeling great,” Amanda enthusiastically answered.

He had Amanda lay down on the exam table. “Plenty of energy—good appetite?”

“Yes.” She smiled at her husband.

Lee rolled his eyes. “Sure, she’s gained a pound while I’ve gained ten, even though the thought of food makes me-”

“Toss your cookies,” Dr. Adams said jokingly.

“Is that the medical term, Doc?” Lee was not in the mood to be teased.

“Lee, what you are experiencing is normal.”

Amanda laughed out loud. “I finally succeeded into turning you into a normal person, Stetson.”

Lee shot her a warning glance, pointing his finger at her.

Dr. Adams smiled in amusement, watching the exchange between Lee and Amanda. He placed some cold gel on her belly and placed the Doppler microphone on the goop. Lee could hear the rapid tha-bump, tha-bump, tha-bump coming from the speakers. “There’s the baby’s heartbeat. Sounds good and strong.” Taking out a tape measure, he measured the size and height of Amanda’s uterus, writing down some numbers in her chart. Then, checking her ankles, he smiled. “Lee, what you are experiencing is what we in the medical profession call sympathetic pregnancy, where men suffer pregnancy symptoms similar to their wives.”

Lee asked, “So what stops the symptoms?”

“The only known cure is—childbirth.”

Lee buried his head in his hands, shaking his head. March couldn’t come soon enough for him.

Dr. Adams helped Amanda get off the exam table. “Amanda, everything looks good. We’ll see you in another four weeks. Take care, Lee.”


Agency Q-Bureau

Tuesday, October 10, 1989

9:30 AM

Amanda walked into the Q-Bureau to see Lee with his head on his desk. Amanda placed a white sandwich bag down. Then, sitting on the edge of his desk, she gently touched his shoulder. She leaned over to kiss him, but just before their lips met the nausea hit. Lee turned green. “Honey, are you okay?”

“Do I look okay?”

She chuckled then coughed to cover up her laugh.

“A-man-da, this isn’t funny,” he snapped.

“You’re right. It’s not funny. Francine would just say how the mighty have fallen. I think it’s cute.”

“Amanda, I’m never cute,” he grumbled. “Life’s not fair. Which one of us is pregnant? I’m the one gaining weight and having morning sickness.”

“You’re the one who told me life wasn’t fair.”

“Sure, throw my words back in my face when I feel like hell. I’m glad you’re finding this so amusing. How do I tell everyone at work that I need to lie down because I have morning sickness?”

“Eat your crackers, Scarecrow. Would you like some 7-Up?” She opened the refrigerator and grabbed the can of soda. After popping open the can she placed it on his desk, then walking over to her desk, she opened the bag. She took out a sandwich and took a bite.

“What are you doing?”


“Oh, Amanda, I can see that you eating. What are you eating? It smells awful.”

“Sausage, egg and cheese on an English muffin.”

“Ughhhh.” Lee bolted out the Q-Bureau door. Amanda sat down in her chair smiling, finishing her sandwich.


Agency Bullpen

10:00 AM

Amanda entered the bullpen, and after acknowledging the MPs who opened the door for her, she walked over to the section chief’s office door and knocked.

Billy was on the phone. He waved Amanda inside. “Come on in, Amanda and shut the door.” He put his hand over the receiver. “I’ll be with you in a minute.”

Amanda sat in the office chair in front of Billy’s desk, waiting for him to finish. Billy hung up the phone and sat on the edge of his desk, taking a bite of his morning doughnut.

“Hello, Amanda. How are you feeling?”

“Fine, sir. Thank you.”

“Where’s Scarecrow this morning?” Finishing his doughnut, he threw the napkin into the garbage.

“He’ll be down in a minute. He had to tie up some loose ends.”

Lee opened the door to Billy’s office and leaned in the doorway. He still looked tired, but not as green.

“Have a seat, Lee.” Lee sat down, taking the chair next to Amanda. Billy took a deep breath, looking at both of his agents. “I guess there’s no beating around the bush, so I’ll come right out and say it—Lee, you’re going to Germany.”

Lee stood up quickly, a little too quickly, losing his balance, for a second. “What?” he yelled.

Amanda was just as surprised as Lee. “Sir, just last week you were telling us how dangerous Germany would be for an operative like Lee. The Stasi would love to get their hands on an American agent. I don’t understand.”

“This comes straight from the top,” handing the letter to Lee. “You will be part of an International Task Force, working with agents from British and West German Intelligence.”

“Hold the phone! We agreed no more overseas assignments,” he grumbled. “What if I refuse?”

“Au contraire, Scarecrow,” Dr. Smyth interrupted entering the office, chewing on the end of a toothpick.

“Notice who signed the request. That comes from President Bush himself—you know the man who signs both our paychecks.”

“Lee,” Billy said trying to defuse the situation. “Let me explain the circumstances before you jump down everyone’s throat. I believe once you know all the facts, you’ll want to be part of this operation. There are rumors about a coup ďétat against Premier Mikhail Gorbachev.”

“Why me?” he asked looking at Billy, then Dr. Smyth. “There are half a dozen agents who would love an assignment like this.”

“Scarecrow, use that brain of yours,” Dr. Smyth sneered, leaning against the glass window that overlooked the bullpen.

Lee’s face turned red. Amanda grabbed Lee’s hand, squeezing it gently, shaking her head. Francine came into the office, placing a stack of folders on Billy’s desk. Turning around to leave she noticed Dr. Smyth, looking at him questionably, eyebrows raised.

“What’s it to you, Desmond? Cinnamon flavored; it tantalizes the taste buds.”

“Uh-ha,” she said, leaving the office.

Billy grabbed a manila folder off his desk, handing it to Lee. Amanda looked over Lee’s shoulder. “The International Task Force will consist of your good friend Emily Farnsworth, MI-6, Johann Gehring, West German Intelligence and the U.S. agent of record in charge of capturing Baron Klaus von Eiger.”

“Klaus von Eiger? Isn’t he still in prison for the attempted murder of Mathew Herns?” asked Lee.

“Yes, Eiger’s still in prison,” Billy told him.

Amanda opened her folder, scanning the information.

“Get down to brass tacks, Billy. We haven’t got all day,” Dr. Smyth said impatiently.

“We believe the Baron is trying to recruit Stasi officers, who remain loyal to the Communist party, to kill Gorbachev. With the East German government in shambles, thousands of demonstrators taking to the streets, it’s a perfect time for political shenanigans. Chaos breeds terrorism and Eiger’s terrorist organization has access to the KGB, East German and Romanian secret police and a few others that have been losing their jobs lately. The newly rebuilt Riebaden Group is threatening widespread violence in Europe if German reunification moves forward.”

“How’s he doing that? I thought we put him out of business?” Amanda asked perplexed, tapping the folder on her knee.

“Correct-a-mundo, Mrs. Scarecrow. You get a gold star for the day.”

Taking a deep breath, Billy answered Amanda’s question, “The Baron’s still holding the purse strings.”

Lee stood up, walking to the other end of Billy’s office. He turned around, crossing his arms in front of his chest. “I thought we froze his bank accounts when he was captured.”

“His money is most likely coming from behind the Berlin Wall. A reunified Germany would stop the cash flow from coming in. He’ll want to stop reunification; otherwise he’ll lose his funds to finance his terrorist activities.” Billy handed Lee a plane ticket. “I’ve got you booked on a flight to Munich, leaving Dulles, this evening at 5:00 p.m.”

Lee nodded, and catching Amanda’s eyes, he grimaced. He remembered the last time they had dealt with these terrorists and knew he had to stop the Riebaden Group.


4247 Maplewood Drive

12:30 PM

Lee took down a large black suitcase and garment bag from the top shelf of the closet. He opened the suitcase placing it on the bed. Taking his leather jacket off the hanger, he put it on. Inside the pocket of his jacket, he put in his wallet, passport, ISP and an extra gun clip. He holstered his 9mm semi-automatic handgun.

Amanda walked over to Lee’s dresser, opening the bottom drawer; she grabbed three pairs of pants and a couple of pairs of jeans, putting them in the suitcase.

“What are you doing?”


“I can see you’re packing. Why are you packing for me? I have been packing my own suitcases since I was five. A career military officer raised me; I can spit shine shoes and make my bed so a quarter bounces off it. I think I can pack my own suitcase.”

“Okay, fine,” she said, leaning against the wall.

He opened his sock drawer grabbing a couple pairs of socks.

“What are you doing with those?”

“Black socks? They go with everything.”

“Okay, Lee but you only have two pairs.”


“That’s your idea of packing, buster?”

“What’s wrong with the way I’m packing?”

“You’re going to be gone a week, right?”


“You need eight pairs.”

“Eight? Amanda, there’s only seven days in a week.”

“I know that—but you might get wet.”

“Why on earth would I get wet?”

“You never know—you might have to jump into a lake.”

“Oh, yeah. I forgot about that.”

Amanda got off the bed, and walked over to his dresser, opening the top drawer. “And you need eight of these,” grabbing eight pairs of blue boxers.

Giving her a sideways glance. “In case I get wet?”

“You never know.” He shook his head, chuckling.

“Now, what else are you going to pack?” she asked.

“Clothes. You know the usual,” he said putting his hands in his pockets.

“Uh-huh. Well, don’t forget to pack your pajamas, and four ties should do it and a couple of belts.” She hesitated for moment thinking. “Yes, it’s probably chilly in the evenings in Munich, you’ll want a couple of sweaters and another jacket,” she grabbed the items he needed, putting them in his suitcase.

Lee threw up his hands and rolled his eyes. Sitting at the end of the bed, folding his arms, he watched her pack.

She walked over to the closet, opening the bi-fold door; she grabbed two pairs of black dress shoes off the shoe rack. Then, she put two dress suits and four button-down shirts, still on their hangers, inside the garment bag, zipping it closed.

“Done?” he asked, with a mix of sarcasm and annoyance. Getting up, he walked over to the bathroom, grabbing his toiletry bag, throwing it on top of his clothes. Taking a second service revolver out of the gun locker, he placed it in a side compartment, closing the suitcase. He placed his bags next to the bedroom door.

Sitting back down on the edge of the bed, he patted the mattress next to him, inviting her to sit down. Lee stared at her for a moment; neither one said anything. He placed his hands into hers. “Do you have any idea how much I’m going to miss you?”

“Lee, I’m going to miss you, too.” Amanda rested her head on his shoulder. “I’m just glad Emily will be there to watch your back, but I wish it was me.”

He whispered, “I love you Amanda,” gently kissing her lips. Amanda sighed, melting into Lee’s kiss.  “We have a couple of hours before my flight takes off. What would you like to do now?” he asked with a lopsided grin on his face.

“Actually,” she said, kissing him just below the earlobe, “there’s something I could go for.”

He smiled, raising one eyebrow. “And what would that be, Mrs. Stetson?”

“I could really go for some ice cream.”

“Amanda, that wasn’t the dessert I had in mind,” cupping her face, trailing tiny kisses down her neck.

“Really Lee. I’m craving some tutti-frutti ice cream from T.P.’s favorite ice cream parlor,” pushing him back.

“Amanda,” Lee shook his head in disbelief. “We just had lunch. You can’t be hungry already. I know linebackers who eat less than you.”

Amanda pouted, sticking out her lower lip. “Please Lee.”

“Okay, come on, we have a date with a bowl of tutti-frutti ice cream.” He took her hand, walking out the bedroom door. “But when we get back, I get the dessert I want,” he grinned mischievously, eyes twinkling.

Act Two

German Intelligence Office

Munich, West Germany

Wednesday, October 11, 1989

7:29 AM

Lee watched the activity around him. The streets in Munich were mostly quiet, vendors sweeping the sidewalks in front of their shops, a few very late night partygoers finally heading home and cabs lining the curbs, to pick up their first fares of the day. Lee waited patiently for Emily, nodding ‘Morgen,’ to a few people who walked past him. He noticed Emily coming down the uneven cobblestone pathway, swinging her cane. “Emily,” he called out, walking towards her.

“So lovely to see you, Lee.” She gave him a hug. “Just like old times.”

Lee tucked his arm under hers, continuing down the path towards the granite steps that led to the Intelligence Office entrance.

“I understand congratulations are in order for you and Amanda?”

“Yeah,” Lee said, standing a little taller.

“I’m so happy for you. For both of you.”

“Thank you, Emily.”

“Do you remember our first assignment together, Lee?” Emily asked, giving his arm a gentle squeeze.

Lee rolled his eyes. “How could I forget?” He chuckled. “I just couldn’t wait to get into the action. You saved my rear more then a few times on that assignment.”

“You’ve changed Lee and for the better.” She smiled.

He smiled back. “I had a good teacher.”

“You’re right you did have a good teacher.” Emily swatted Lee on the arm. She was silent for a moment. “This will probably be my last assignment, Lee. There’s not much use for us old Cold War agents and I’m too old to change my ways,” she said with a hint of regret in her voice.

“Emily, you’ve been a good friend. I’m going to miss you.”

“Me, too.” They both stepped off the last step and stopped. Emily sighed, “I haven’t been in Munich for years. How about you, Lee?”

Lee looked up for a second after hearing the familiar whirling sound coming from the security cameras, by the front doors. The iris of the camera twisted and turned, opening and closing. He smiled. “Last time I was in Munich, I was helping Amanda out of a sticky situation she found herself in.”

“What situation, Lee?”

“Well, you know Amanda and her ability to find herself in the wrong place at the wrong time.”

Emily smiled knowingly.

“She was arrested for passing a counterfeit $20 dollar bill.”

“Oh dear.”

“It’s kind of a long story, Emily. One I’ll save for another time.” He opened the large mahogany door, holding it open for her.

They walked down the corridor to the reception desk.

“Guten Morgen. Herr Stetson und Frau Farnsworth sind hier um Herrn Inspector Boeden zu treffen.”

The young, bleached-blond lady, sitting at the reception desk, smiled at Lee and Emily. “Yes. He’s expecting you.” She handed them their guest badges. “Down this hall and the third door on the right is the conference room.” Watching Lee pass her desk and walk down the corridor, she gave him the once over, licking her lips.

Lee sat in one of the wooden side-arm chairs that surrounded the glass-top conference table. Emily sat next to him. The door to the conference room opened and Inspector Boeden walked in, closing the door. “Herr Stetson. It’s good to see you again. What’s it been—five years?”

Lee stood up, shaking the inspector’s hand. “It’s Lee, and yes, it’s been about five years.”

“Yes,” he said to Lee, he then turned his attention to Emily. “And this must be Frau Farnsworth. Inspector Keaton spoke highly of you.” He bowed.

Emily curtsied back. “Please drop the formalities and call me Emily.”

The young lady at the front desk came into the conference room with a tray, holding a large carafe of coffee, sugar, cream, paper cups, and stir sticks. She placed the tray at the center of the table. Leaning over she smiled at Lee.

“Thank you, Katherina,” Inspector Boeden said turning to his guests. “Coffee? Please help yourself.”

Lee fixed two cups of coffee. He handed one over to Emily. Then after stirring some cream into his own cup, he leaned back in his chair, taking a sip of the bitter liquid.

“I’m sorry, Johann Gehring is running a few minutes late, this morning,” Inspector Boeden explained. “He’s still down in booking. I expect him in a moment or two,”

“Inspector,” Lee asked. “Have you talked with Baron Eiger?”

“Yes.” The inspector nodded. “I personally went down to the prison. Of course, he denies any knowledge about a plot to kill Gorbachev.”

They were interrupted by a knock on the door. “Ah, here’s our agent now.” The inspector waved the man inside. “Johann Gehring. I would like to introduce, Emily Farnsworth, MI-6 and Lee Stetson, Agency. Herr Stetson is the man responsible for putting the Baron behind bars.”

“Frau Farnsworth, the pleasure’s all mine.” Johann bowed over her hand. “And Lee Stetson,” shaking his hand with a firm grip. “It’s an honor to be working with the great Scarecrow.”

“Thank you,” both agents said together.

“Lady and gentlemen, if we all take a seat, and open the folder in front of you, we can get started.” Inspector Boeden sat down at the head of the conference table. “We know the Riebaden Group is planning an assassination attempt on Gorbachev. Our intelligence suggests that the assassination is supposed to take place during Gorbachev’s extended visit in Berlin. He has stayed for talks with East German and Romanian leaders. Gorbachev is aware of the death treats, but refuses to cancel the talks. It is rumored that the Baron Eiger has put a price on Gorbachev’s head for a quarter of a million dollars. We believe Eiger’s money is being funneled from behind the Iron Curtain as the government of West Germany had closed down his businesses and seized all his money. It appears though he has retained just enough capital to recruit new members to his cause. Herr Stetson, what can you tell us about the Riebaden Group?” Inspector Boeden took a step back, leaning against the whiteboard, giving the floor to Lee.

Lee got up and walked to the front of the room. He grabbed the remote for the slide projector, bringing up pictures. “They’re a terrorist group who prefer to strike in small numbers. Five years ago, we rounded up about 30 members across Europe, but since no one knew how many members were in the group; it’s possible some were missed. They’re ruthless; in 1984, they blew up four churches killing innocent men, women and children. After the Baron’s arrest we discovered he was a major financier for terrorist activities around the world.” Lee leaned forward with his hands on the desk, putting down the remote.

The inspector stepped forward. “Gentlemen and lady, we have an attempted assassination to stop. We also must find out where the Baron’s money is coming from so we can plug that leak. We can’t have him financing terrorist activities here or abroad. Your next stop is Berlin. Fabrication has put together your scenarios.” He handed them their new ID’s. “Good luck.”

Lee leaned over and whispered into Emily’s ear, “Berlin. Talk about going into the lion’s den.” Emily nodded.

Hotel Lobby

Berlin, East Germany

Thursday, October 12, 1989

7:35 AM

Lee walked into the hotel lobby. He noticed Emily sitting at a small round table, eating breakfast. Several round tables with checked tablecloths surrounded the lobby windows. Other patrons sat at tables, eating breakfast. In the room there was a long countertop covered with canister jars of cereal, a pitcher of milk, a bowl of fruit cocktail, a bowl of boiled brown eggs, a large tray with cold meats and cheeses, a wicker basket with several varieties of bread, butter, jams, honey and a hot plate with a pot of coffee sitting on top. Large picture windows over looked the narrow street and the Russian Embassy building. Outside it was lightly raining.

“Guten Morgen, Lee.” Emily invited him to sit next to her.

“Guten Morgen, Emily.” Lee kissed her on the cheek. Then walking over to the counter he got himself a bowl of cereal and a couple of buffet plates that he filled with food. He took the bowl and plates to the table, and then got up again to grab himself a cup of coffee. He sat down at the table next to Emily.

“Hungry?” She asked her eyebrows raised. “I thought you weren’t much of a breakfast eater? Have Amanda and Dotty changed your ways, Scarecrow?”

“Trust me they have tried to change my breakfast habits,” he grinned ruefully. “I’ve had not had much of an appetite for a couple of weeks, so it’s probably a good thing I’m hungry this morning.” He took a big bite of cereal. “Where’s Johann?”

“He said he would be back in a minute.” She cracked open her egg. “Ah, here he is now.”

Johann came into the hotel front door, carrying a newspaper. He walked over to Emily and Lee, turning the chair backwards to sit.

“Guten Morgen, Lee.” Johann said, his eyes ever watching the street.

“Morgen,” Lee repeated back. “Any activity outside?”

“Yes and no. Stasi agents are walking around, but they are doing nothing but walking. The streets are pretty quiet. There are a few protestors across the street, but most of the demonstrations are around the wall.”

Emily turned to Johann. “I understand Stasi agents were overrun by angry citizens a few days ago.”

“Yes, they were.” Johann clenched his jaw. “Honecker could bring in more police and guards, but believes military power will only increase the demonstrations.” His eyes were on fire for just a second.

Lee noticed the subtle change in Johann.

“I know the driver of Mr. Honecker’s limousine—he’s a klauen or what you Americans call a-” Johann hesitated, searching for the correct word. “The slang I think you use is snitch.”

“That’s the word.” Lee rolled his eyes.

“Is he reliable?” Emily asked.

“Can be, but I wouldn’t trust him further then I could throw him,” Johann admitted. “He should be here any moment. Ah, there he is now.”

Lee and Emily looked at the man who entered the door. Lee shook his head in disbelief, after noticing what the man was wearing. He had on jeans, a pink Izod shirt, a leather jacket, and Nikes. A Walkman was attached to his belt loop, with the headphones hanging off his neck.

“Johann, my man,” he said. Then noticing Lee and Emily, pointing to them, he asked, “Is it all right to talk?”

“They’re spies, too.”

“Spies, that’s heavy,” he laughed.

“Lee and Emily this is Augustus Schwanz.”

“Just call me Gus, information broker.”

Lee cocked his head and grimaced. “Gus, you wouldn’t happen to have a brother in the States or own a woman mud wrestling bar?” Lee asked sarcastically.

“Mud wrestling? So let me understand this, dude. There are women who wrestle in the mud and people come and pay to watch. Is it a lucrative business?”

“Gus, not now,” Johann snapped. ”Do you have some information for us? What’s the word?”

“Don’t get bent out of shape, Johann. I’m always looking for a new business opportunity.”


“Sheesh. Okay. This is what I have for you. Mr. Honecker has told me that Gorbachev feels German reunification is an internal German matter and middle ground should be found between the two groups. Talks are scheduled for tomorrow morning.”

“Great.” Johann handed Gus a couple of cassette tapes.

Lee watched the exchange, raising his eyebrow. Johann noticing Lee watching, replied, “American rock and roll tapes. They’re a hot item on the black market.”

Lee nodded his head, understanding. “Gus do you have any information on the assassination attempt? When or where?”

“No, but I’ll nose around. Later.” Gus put his headphones back on, walking out the door.

Emily stood up. “Lee, I think you and I should go upstairs and see what I have in my bag for our disguises. Neither one of us wants to be recognized by Stasi agents. Now do we?”

“Hell, no,” Lee agreed.

“I’ll meet you two at the CSN van in about 20 minutes,” Johann called after them as they went it the elevator.


CSN News Van

8:15 AM

Johann and Lee grabbed a camera and other audio equipment from the van. Emily was doing a final touch-up on her make-up. She was dressed like a news reporter. Johann was dressed in a three-piece business suit, carrying a clipboard and press credentials. Lee had on jeans, a sweatshirt, and a baseball cap that he wore backwards, carrying a video camera.

“Let’s start across the street where the talks are going to be held and interview a few of the protestors, to maintain our cover,” Johann suggested.

“That sounds good,” Lee agreed. “Maybe we can poke around and pick up some information from the streets.”

“Then I think we should go to the Berlin Wall and interview some demonstrators from there, too,” Emily said.

“I’ll stay with the van and continue surveillance of the streets.” Johann stepped back into the van, pulling the door closed.

Emily and Lee walked across the street interviewing those who were not afraid to speak to the cameras.

“That was not very informative,’ Johann grumbled about an hour later, into Emily’s earpiece. “Maybe we’ll have better luck over by the wall. Hop in and we’ll drive over there.”

Emily and Lee climbed out of the van and stood before the Berlin wall. It was beginning to rain very hard, but no one was ready to go home. Lee took out a plastic hood covering the camera to protect it from the rain. They saw thousands of demonstrators lining the wall and lots of Stasi officers wandering the streets carrying binoculars and walkie-talkies.

Emily walked over to a young man leaning against a freshly graffitied section of the wall. “Hello, my name is Emily Barnsworth.” She showed him her press credentials. “I am a reporter for CSN. May I ask you a question for television?”

The young German man took his cigarette out of his month, dropping it to the ground; he stomped on it, and then nodded yes.

Lee picked up the camera and counted backwards from 5-4-3-2-1, with the 2 and 1 being silent cues.

Emily nodded, putting the microphone to her mouth. “This is Emily Barnsworth, reporting live from the Berlin Wall. As you can tell there are thousands of protestors standing both here on the East and West side of the wall. I am here with an East Berlin resident who only wants to go by his first name. Hyden, what is it that you hope to accomplish here?”

“We want to freely cross between East and West Germany. We want families who have been separated for 40 years to be reunited. We want a reunified Germany. It’s like Mr. Gorbachev said, ‘Nothing is eternal in this world.’ We believe it is time for the wall to come down.”

“Thank you, Hyden. This is Emily Barnsworth, CSN, reporting from the Berlin Wall. Back to you Stewart.”

“And cut.” Lee turned off the camera.

Emily shook Hyden’s hand. “Well done and thank you for your time.” He nodded and walked off with a group of boys.

Lee grinned at Emily. “And who’s Stewart?”

“I improvised. I thought it gave the interview some realism.” She slapped Lee on the shoulder.

“Nice touch.” Lee laughed.

Two Stasi agents walked in front of Emily and Lee. One of the officers stopped suddenly. Turning around, he glanced at Lee, then grabbed him, throwing him against the wall, pinning him there. Lee pulled the camera protectively to his chest. Clutching her cane Emily tried to trip one of the agents. Johann dashed out of the van, seizing Emily’s arm, stopping her; shaking his head no.

“Was geht hier vor sich?” he said to the East German agents. “My name is John Greenling. I’m a producer for CSN News and that man you just grabbed is Lee Stedman, my photographer. We have permission from your government to be here. Here are our papers. I can assure you they are all in order.” He handed the papers to the second agent.

The agent read the papers. “Ah yes, sir. Sorry. Release that man,” the agent said to the other operative. “Your cameraman just looks like an American agent we know. Sorry for the misunderstanding,” he apologized, giving the papers back to Johann. “We must be mistaken,” turning to Lee.

“I get that all the time,” Lee chuckled, nervously, handing Johann the camera. “I guess I just have one of those faces.” He rubbed his right shoulder.

The two Stasi agents walked away.

“That was close,” Emily said, climbing into the passenger seat of the van.

Lee climbed in behind her. “Yes, a little too close.”

“Let’s get back to the hotel,” Johann suggested, putting the key into the ignition starting the van. “You and Emily are soaked.” Putting the van into gear and pulling away from the curb, he drove down the street.

Hotel Room Later That Night

Berlin, East Germany

Lee and Johann sat at a small table in Lee’s hotel room, drinking coffee and playing gin. Emily sat at the desk, taking a sip of Earl Grey.”

Looking at his watch, Lee replied, “I’m better give Billy and my wife a call before it gets any later.”

“Give Amanda my love,” Emily winked, heading out the door. “See both of you in the morning.”

“Good night,” Lee and Johann answered together.

“I’ll give you some privacy.” Johann got up. “I need to go find Gus anyway—see if he has anything new for us. Night Lee. See you in the morning.”

“Good night, Johann.” After Johann left, Lee picked up the phone.

Agency Q-Bureau

Amanda stepped out of the vault when she heard the phone ring. She picked it up and answered, “Hello.”

“Hey toots. Do you miss me?”

“Yeah, I miss you,” she sighed. “We all miss you, Lee.”

“How are you feeling?”

“I’m feeling fine, just miss you terribly. How are you feeling, honey?”

“Actually, would you believe I didn’t feel sick at all today and I actually ate breakfast?”

“You? Mister stale roll and day old coffee? Okay who are you and what have you done with my husband?” She laughed. “Am I rubbing off on you? Are you changing your breakfast habits?”

He shook his head. “Emily asked me the same thing. She sends her love.”

“Tell her I’m sorry I can’t join you two on your latest adventure and that I miss her and hope to see her soon.”

“I will. Listen Amanda, I’m sorry to cut this short, but I need to talk to Billy and then I think I’m going to take a hot shower and go to bed early tonight.”

“Okay. Be careful. I love you.”

“I love you, too,” he said, hanging up the phone.

Street Corner

Berlin, East Germany

The tall dirty-blond haired man stood under the street lamp. Taking out a pack of gum from his coat pocket, he unwrapped the gum; sticking the piece in his mouth, he tightened his coat around his body, bringing the collar up over his neck. A young man walked slowly towards him, stopping. He saluted.

“What you did earlier today was stupid,” snapped the tall man.


“Sorry? Sorry, doesn’t cut it. Damn it! You almost ruined everything?” His frustration was evident. “Leave Stetson alone, he’s mine.”

“Yes, sir.” The young man clicked his heels and saluting again, he walked away.

Smiling the tall man said, “Yes, leave Stetson alone. I’m the one who’s going to rip the stuffing out of Scarecrow.”


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