AndreiA Story by Haim KadmanAn excerpt of the thriller THE REMOTE CONTROL JOB.
Andrei The Remote Control
Job An excerpt At the other end of
the apartment, in his room Andrei Rosier, Nicole's house agent sat slumped and
rather gloomy in an armchair, smoking a cigarette; after having contacted
Center through his tiny radio-transmitter, as he had just a few moments earlier
to report the astounding fresh developments. Hardly nine months
had elapsed, since he met Nicole in Paris. A meeting he would not forget,
never! Although he was prepared for it, was warned, would be a better
definition; he was totally overwhelmed by her exotic beauty. Thus he did not have
to play the role of an infatuated middle aged man, with the enchanting young
woman. But did it naturally in the most effective way, as he was making a pass
at her; down at the Metro station of the Opera, at the corner where he was told
to expect her. He followed her
outside as planned, while she tried “her best” to ignore him, as they were both
instructed to behave. Then in “a second thought” she agreed to have lunch with him, right
on the spot. It was noon time in any case, and she was supposed to be a lone
heiress “in distress”, at the Capital of lights craving for a friendly
soul. In the short
conversation they had, she learned how experienced and capable he was and
offered to hire him as her valet, chef, secretary and body guard " all in one position, which obliged him to
accompany her twenty four hours a day. As he himself was “a lone and troubled soul”, without a family or any sort of other
human connections; he consented to all her demands, with the hope of winning
first of all her faith in him and with the passing time " her heart too; although it was all
prearranged and both of them learned every little detail on each other before
that planned meeting. Nevertheless, he was
elated and excited, just like an inexperienced young man. He was on the brink
of losing his head completely, from the second he saw and understood who she
was, having read the sign she made. During lunch that
they had together, in which he did stammer like a schoolboy in her astounding
presence, up to the moment they parted. On his way back to
his hotel to check out, he was still dizzy with excitement. He had his share in
life, he courted and loved beautiful women quite a bunch of them, but such an
exquisite beauty, with such a charismatic personality, such wit; as he realized
her to have during their conversation he never met with before.
Incredible! Simply
incredible! He admitted to
himself, riding the Metro on his way to his hotel. When he realized that he was
simply infatuated, he became rather confused and terribly frustrated. It was a
fact he could not ignore, a fact that has overpowered him; and above all,
contradicted his instructions. He had to grind his
teeth, fight ceaselessly the terrible urge to pour his heart before her, to
confess to her his true feelings " from the moment they parted up to their next meeting. What a trial, what an
ordeal it was, at his age with his experience; and it was not over yet. How was
he going to cope with it from now on, he did not know, but he knew that he
shall never give up the hope of winning her heart.
He left the cheap
hotel in Montmartre where he stayed six long months in advance before Nicole's
arrival, in order to learn that magnificent Capital of his native country by
heart. Lyon was his native
town and there he spent his childhood and adolescent years, up to the Spanish
Civil War. At the age of
eighteen he joined the Republicans, was wounded twice and survived the war and the
treacherous purges after it quite miraculously. That’s how it all began. He owed his life to the
Russian commissar and to the N.K.V.D, while his comrades perished at the front
lines, or were executed as traitors. The very few among
his compatriots including himself, returned to France. Although he was already
disillusioned at a rather young age, he had to serve them! He had no other
alternative; he simply was not given another choice. Due to his impressive
physical built, and because of his poor education, he was used mostly as an
assassin. He was on the verge of resigning, which usually meant being disposed
of… But as his course of life coincided with
Nicole’s graduation and her stay in Paris; he
survived a second time, to keep on the career he was fed up with " up to the moment Nicole entered his life. On that same
afternoon in which he met her, he checked in her five stars Hotel. The room he
received was on the same floor of her suite. He lodged full-board on her
account, had his first pay in advance; and during the next month followed her
everywhere she chose to go, at a certain distance; acting as her body guard and
making sure she is not followed by any possible foes or nagging young men. That month brought
him back to his wits. He got hold of himself again, by reaching the equilibrium
he so much needed. He taught himself with much mental efforts to admire her
secretly in his heart, to cherish on his secret hopes but at the same time, to
adhere to his duties with the same vigilance as ever. Just as he was supposed
to act, and was expected to show no feelings as a pro - as an efficient KGB
agent which he indeed was. They parted for
Montreal after one sole month of working thus together, right to that vast
apartment where he served her in addition as a valet and chef with the utmost
loyalty. He had nothing to do with the Gordins’ of course, which was the least Nicole could do for
secrecy and seclusion among her net members. © Haim Kadman 1989 " all rights reserved. "The remote control job" apart from being an espionage thriller it's a tale of an
exceptional love story between two enemies. Lee Chen Woe conducts the brainwash
procedure of her captive Nick Spree; in a jail near the North Vietnamese
capital Hanoi. She exploits the infatuated Nick, but when he joins her
espionage net 18 months later in Montreal Canada he becomes her right hand, and
beloved partner. www.freado.com/book/16948/the-remote-control-job © 2014 Haim Kadman |
StatsAuthorHaim KadmanPetach-Tikva, IsraelAboutProfile: A few words about myself: being a native of a small country whose waist is seventeen kilometers wide in a certain area; and in seven to eight hours drive one can cross its length, I was amaze.. more..Writing
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