<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 evening,</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, in a private apartment near the the warehouse district.</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>… my sleep is uninterrupted … wake slighly to hear a murmur of German from outside the door … later I’m awake and needing the bathroom … naked to the waist, I grab Seb’s jacket again and button the front … stand and open the door and wait for them to see me … then proceed into the toilet … the woman who brought me in here, a man about her age, and another woman somewhat younger than the others … smiles as I walk past …<br/><br/>… when I emerge, they are around the small table and there’s a bowl in front of the empty place … I sit and indicate the cup …</em></span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">“Water bitte.”</span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: times new roman;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 13pt;">The woman who brought me fetches a bottle and fills my cup, leaving the bottle on the table. The younger woman speaks in understandable English.</span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: times new roman;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 13pt;">“We all speak and understand English. We are part of the Grüner Untergrund, or Green Party underground. We are antifascist and pro state controlled economies, spreading the wealth to all the people. The police here in Austria call us radical communists which is why we hide.”</span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><em>… she pauses to see how I take their identification … I gesture for my purse and the one fetches it from the bedroom … I open it and remove my identification belongings, basically my credit card and hold my hands palm up …</em></span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">“This is all I have to share that identifies me. The name on the credit card is correct. You may search it on the internet and learn more. I lived in New York until I had to flee the federal police. I help women in the Caribbean operate boutique hotels. They operate as cooperatives in law and in spirit. My personal wealth such as it is derives from the bonuses they pay me and fees they pay which so far have been sufficient to sustain a small company to serve their international marketing and financial needs. I am fleeing the US federal police and an international diamond thief named Dianne du Monde and a Brazilian gang called PCC. All three have agents here in Vienna at present. I desire to leave here for either New York or Jamaica. In New York, I would try to fight the false charges by the police. In Jamaica, I would hide out in Trenchtown, the barrio where the women who operate the resort have their safe houses.”</span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><em>… the man pulls out a tablet and taps away, I assume running the search … drink my water … the younger woman speaks. …</em></span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: times new roman;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 13pt;">“I am Ava, this is Iris, he is Leon. There are two others in our cell who you will not meet yet may do things on your behalf. This credit card, is it good?”</span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><em>… Ava and Iris and Leon …</em></span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">“It is, though since my company sees the charges I assume at least they know where the card has been used. Um, I suggest we purchase perhaps 10,000 in travel certificates and then not use the card. I believe those certificates to be somewhat untraceable. I suggest those be converted into cash quickly and any remaining cards be used elsewhere by people other than us.”</span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: times new roman;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 13pt;">Leon: “She is who she says she is, if one ignores the red hair.”</span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: times new roman;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 13pt;">Ava: “Let us put out feelers to our organization on both travel and the card. I assume others know of such things, we do not. Our work is in labor organization, countering the Communist solution to the Marxist dilemma. Much education. We must move you tonight. Iris will help you change clothes and otherwise disguise you. Would it suit you to cut your hair very short?”</span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><em>… cut my hair? … would make disguise easier perhaps …</em></span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">“No problem, not my natural color and does sorta stand out I guess I’ll leave that to your sense of good disguise.”</span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: times new roman;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 13pt;">“May we ask what’s in the briefcase? Something we need to worry about?”</span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><em>… what <strong>is</strong> in the briefcase? …</em></span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">“Paper, maybe something else. Let’s look.”</span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><em>… she brings it over and it opens easily … I take out the stack of paper and push the case toward Ava …</em></span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">“Search further please.”</span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><em>… I page through the paper that I recall from having already signed … place for an agent for the ‘company’ and witnesses and a notary … useless as it stands … my signatures are undated … what is the date anyway? … so who would find this useful? … don’t want to destroy it … I ask for a piece of paper and a pen …</em></span></span><br/><br/><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td>   </td><td><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 10pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: times new roman;">GG,<br/><br/>  Give to MF for safe keeping and to use at her discretion.<br/><br/>  // <em>JR<sub>G</sub></em></span></span></td></tr></tbody></table><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><em>… they find nothing else  …</em></span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">“I will give you an address in New York to send it to. I suggest it be sent for delivery in a week or two, no urgency.”</span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><em>… I write the address on a second piece of paper … they agree to sending … someone who is traveling around Europe will leave with it within a few days … they take the credit card … I tell them the pin … Leon takes both the card and briefcase and leaves I end up in an oversized T-shirt and a consensus on a bra size to try to find … figure out more clothes in the morning … Ava leaves and Iris sends me to bed … I feel temporarily safe with these Greens …</em></span></span><br/>