<table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: times new roman;">When:</span></td><td><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: times new roman;">Rendition Day 1 afternoon</span></td></tr><tr><td><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: times new roman;">Where:</span></td><td><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: times new roman;">Vienna, on a side street leaving the warehouse district into an are with lots of apartments..</span></td></tr><tr><td><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: times new roman;">Who:</span></td><td><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: times new roman;">Jaclyn alone, and a stranger.</span></td></tr></tbody></table><hr/><div class="floatleft"><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><div align="center">(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/2385/eotcdgr8scvudk8zg.jpg)<br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 10pt;"><strong> Jaclyn Rosendahl </strong><br/>Entrepreneur<br/><span style="text-decoration: overline;"><del>Courtesan Vajayjay</del></span><br/><del>Her Mistress’ Thief</del><br/><em>About her</em> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=289408.msg14241614#msg14241614)<br/><span style="text-decoration: overline;">         </span></span></span></div></td><td>(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/4d/AlTeregoSeparator.png)</td></tr></tbody></table></div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><em>… clarity of thought is the reward for my concerted walking and cautious looking back … the van was intentionally turned off remotely … ergo Erdman or his colleagues are trying to find me … but why release me only to try to retrieve me? … others disagree with releasing me … ergo, try to hide … then try to contact … contact who? … Peter? … Steffy? … I have no phone … I don’t know the hotel we were at with O’Grady after he took me away from du Monde’s girls …<br/><br/>… I think I can remember Peter’s phone number … Turkish exchange … what was that? 90 202 54# 876 543 1209 … or was that Ari? …<br/><br/>… duck into a stairwell and check the street …</em></span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: times new roman;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 13pt;">“Psst! Was ist dein problem?”</span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><em>… voice from farther in the stairwell … look … a nondescript woman … okay, I need to trust someone …</em></span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">“Hiding. Bad men!”</span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><em>… I wave vaguely … she gestures …</em></span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: times new roman;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 13pt;">“Komm herein!”</span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><em>… I follow … she opens a door and gestures me inside … a basement apartment not spacious … small living room and kitchen … bedroom off to the side … she points to the toilet … little choice, I set the briefcase at the end of the threadbare sofa and go into the toilet … relieve myself … wash my hands and come out … she is at the stove, stirring a sauce pan … she turns …</em></span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: times new roman;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 13pt;">“Suppe?”</span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">“Bitte. Danke.”</span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><em>… she gestures to the small table with its two chairs … I sit … a bowl of soup … bread … I’m hungry! … two pieces of bread and creamy butter … two bowls of the rich soup … she watches me … gestures to the bedroom …</em></span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: times new roman;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 13pt;">“Schlafen?”</span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><em>… she folds her hands and rests her head on them and closes her eyes briefly, the universal sign for sleep … yes! … I follow her and she folds back the blanket and sheet … I sit on the edge and smile at her, removing my heels … she goes to the door and closes it mostly … I remove Erdman’s jacket and lay down … pull the sheet and blanket up … my sleep comes quickly …</em></span></span><br/>