Through the Pitch Dark, Part 4
Tatiana’s house - 10:30 PM
Boris prepared to go to sleep, but as he lay down in bed, Marcus grabbed him from behind. He screamed and struggled, but Marcus put a chloroform cloth over his mouth, and he passed out. Irina heard her father’s screams and opened her eyes. A minute later, Marcus entered her room and found the bed empty. He started walking around as Irina nervously watched from a closet.
“You want to play hide-and-seek, lady?” he said. “I'll find you. It wants me to find you. I'm simply carrying out God’s plan. That's why it sent It to lift me up, to lift this broken world up. Take comfort, Irina Kirova. You gave so much of yourself to help heal others. We all have to make sacrifices for the common good, for It's love.”
He stopped in front of the closet and opened it, dragging her out. She kicked and screamed, but she was too weak to break free.
“No!” she screamed. “No!”
Tatiana and Olga ran into the room.
“Hey!” Olga said.
“Let go of me!” Irina screamed.
“Let her go!” Tatiana said.
Marcus turned to them.
“Looks like the family’s all here,” he said, “You don’t understand, do you? I’m trying to make the world a better place. Better doesn’t always mean better for everyone. What was shall—”
Tatiana and Olga opened fire, hitting him in the chest. He released Irina and fell to the ground. Tatiana approached Marcus, finding he was only holding a crucifix in his hand. She raised her gun and emptied her clip into Marcus’ head. Then she put away her gun. Irina ran over to Olga.
“Olga!” she said.
“Sis,” Olga said, “You’re safe now. You’re okay.”
St. Eudokimos Hospital - 11:00 PM
Angela and Kurtz watched as the Kirovas congregated and consoled each other in Irina’s recovery room. Angela’s earpiece buzzed, and she answered the call.
“Where are you?” Schulz said. “It's been an hour. I can’t wait too long!”
Angela stepped away from Kurtz. “I'm leaving now. Just give me fifteen minutes.”
“Make it fast,” Schulz said, “I'm starting to get panic attacks.”
Angela hung up just as Max’s mother walked up to her.
“Agent Hansen?” she said. “I thought that was you.”
“Frau Kassel, how is Max doing?” Angela said.
They walked to Max’s room and sat next to Max’s bed.
“Doctors think you got there just in time,” Frau Kassel said, “He hasn't been able to stop talking about you. It'd really mean a lot if you could say hi. Hey, Max, someone's here to see you.”
Max looked at Angela. “Hi."
“Hi,” Angela said, “How are you feeling?”
“Much better now,” Max said.
“That's good,” Angela said, “You're a really brave kid, you know that?”
“Well, not as brave as you,” Max said, “Can I ask you a question?”
“Sure,” Angela said.
“What's Athanatoi?” Max said.
Frau Kassel did a double-take at Angela.
“Uh…” Angela said. “Athanatoi's just another word for police.”
“Well, then when I grow up, I want to be Athanatoi too,” Max said.
Frau Kassel’s face paled.
“That'd be nice,” Angela said, “Now, you should get some rest, because it's late.”
“Okay,” Max said.
Angela turned to see Kurtz eavesdropping from the doorway.
“Bye,” she said.
She walked over to Kurtz.
“How's Irina?” Angela asked.
“She'll be fine,” Kurtz said, “The doctors are taking a look at the serum Oskar Junge synthesized. It may have some healing potential for Irina and the other surviving victims.”
“Well, that's great,” Angela said, “Maybe some good could come out of all this.”
Kurtz looked Angela in the eye.
“Hansen,” he said, “The Athanatoi doesn’t exist. They're better known in German as the Deathless Ones. They were Michael Anatolios’ secret police in the first half of the 20th century. They were disbanded after the war and periodically reappeared as Greek terrorist organizations throughout the rest of the century. At least, that’s what happened on this side. You know who you are, don't you?”
“Oh…scheiße,” Angela cursed, “What happens now?”
Kurtz sighed. “Nothing. Do what you want. Me…I just want to go home. Thank you.”
Konstanstadt Harbor - 11:45 PM
Schulz taxied the boat to within a few dozen meters of Unification Island and shut off the engine.
“Schulz, don't worry,” Angela said, “Just stick to the same bearings on your way out, and you won't run into any of their patrols.”
“What makes you so sure?” Schulz said.
“You’re a veteran,” Angela said, “You’ve done this before. And also because I memorized the routes when I escaped from there."
“How you plan on getting up there?” Schulz said.
Angela stared at the well-lit statue of Octavia.
“I'll manage,” she said, “Thank you... for everything.”
“Hey, I just borrowed a boat,” Schulz said.
“No,” Angela said, “You believed in me.”
“You got me all the way the hell out here,” Schulz said, “You might as well tell me, where is it you're from?”
“I’m from a parallel universe,” Angela said.
“And in this parallel universe, is my brother alive?” Schulz said.
“Neither of you are alive,” Angela said, “He died in our version of the Lindi War, like Mark. You didn’t serve there, but you died afterwards. I can say both of you died as heroes, as did Mark. But Erich is alive.”
“And what about him?” Schulz said.
“He’s my father,” Angela said.
Without waiting for a response, Angela dived over the side of the boat and into the harbor. She began swimming to Unification Island. In a minute, she reached the island and climbed over the dark seawall. She scaled the chain-link fence and avoided detection from the security guards. Inside, she continued toward Bruno’s lab, hiding from the patrolling soldiers. She reached the lab and used her keycard to unlock the door. Inside, she injected the Cortexiphan substitute and other drugs into her arms and climbed into the tank. She concentrated hard on leaving this place. She could feel her surroundings falling away, the darkness around her interrupted by shades of gray and dark hues. She mentally made the final push, and she was back home.
Restoration Island, Constantinople - June 30, 2010, 12:03 AM
Angela materialized in the gift shop again. She quickly looked around and picked up one of the postcards to make sure she made it. Then she tried the doors, but they were locked. She was about to kick them open when she heard someone behind her.
“Ma'am, what are you doing here?” a cleaning lady said. “We're closed.”
“I’m sorry,” Angela said, “I was just leaving. Could you let me out?”
Her body started trembling. At first, she thought it was just the cold water from the tank or the drugs in her system, but her surroundings began shimmering and distorting. She was being pulled back to the other side.
“No, scheiße,” she cursed, “No, this can’t be happening!”
She turned to the cleaning lady.
“Ma’am, I’m not going to hurt you,” she said, “I need you to listen very carefully. What I'm going to say will sound insane, but I need you to do something for me, quickly!”
Unification Island, Konstanstadt - 12:04 AM
The tank opened, and a security detail dragged her out of the tank as she fiercely resisted.
“No!” she shouted. “No, I don’t frakking belong here!”
Walternate stood behind the soldiers.
“Sedate her,” he sternly ordered.
Angela’s residence, Strasburg - 12:05 AM
It was movie night at Angela’s residence.
Casablanca played on the TV. Diana and Olga had gone home earlier, Diana to put Alex to bed and Olga because she was so drunk Anna forced her to take a ride home with Diana. That left just Anna and Anders. Anna was sleeping on one of the couches, while Anders watched the movie. Angelalt also dozed off next to him. Anders looked over and noticed her. He tapped her on the arm.
“You know, I can turn it off if you want to go to sleep,” he said.
“I'm just resting my eyes,” Angelalt said.
“Right,” Anders said, "Otherwise known as sleeping.”
“Oh, don't you want to see how it ends?” Angelalt said. “It’s much better than all those movies with Claudius—er, Siegfried Anniona. He’s more dignified than that.”
“I've seen this movie about a hundred times,” Anders said.
“Oh,” Angelalt said, “Why didn’t you tell me?”
“I assumed you did too,” Anders said, “Angie, you've never seen Casablanca?”
“I've heard of it,” Angelalt said, “It's, uh, it’s Roland Wilson, right?”
“No,” Anders said, laughing, “It's Humphrey Bogart."
“Oh,” Angelalt said, “I was kidding. Okay, so let me guess. They, uh, they end up running away together, and, and they live happily ever after?”
“Actually, no,” Anders said, “He leaves her at the airport, and they never see each other again.”
“Oh,” Angelalt said, “I thought you said it was a love story."
“It’s based on a true story,” Anders said, “The author of the book the movie was based on ran a bar in Casablanca during World War II, and it was her ex-husband she had to let go at the airport. He ended up dying later in the war. She then helped publish Di’s mom’s diary afterward.”
“Uh, wow,” Angelalt said, “I never knew that.”
“You must be drunk, Angie,” Anders said, “Di shares that story every chance she gets. You heard it plenty of times.”
“Then why are you repeating it to me?” Angelalt said.
“I wanted to see how drunk you were,” Anders said, “I mean, you have a copy of the Director’s diary so you know the story.”
“How does the Director’s diary have to do with Di’s mom’s diary?” Angelalt said. “Wait, I shouldn’t be bothering you anymore. Half of those bottles in the trash are probably mine.”
“I should get going,” Anders said, getting up, “Walter needs me and Anna.”
Angelalt smiled and turned over, trying to get back to sleep. Anders walked to the kitchen and began packing his stuff. His phone rang.
“Oh, you've got to be kidding me,” he said, “Hello? Walter, that you? I can hear you breathing.”
“Is this Anders Humboldt?” a woman said.
“How do you have this number?” Anders said. “Are you Sentinel?”
“I'm calling from Constantinople,” the woman said, “I know this will sound crazy, but I just saw a woman disappear in front of my eyes. She gave me this number.”
“Who is this?” Anders said.
“Her name was Angela Hansen,” the woman said, "She has a message for you. She's trapped in the other universe.”