TRCJ BLOG IV

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TRCJ BLOG IV

The fourth introductory blog of the thriller The Remote Control Job is the last in this blog series. It doesn't cover the thriller very end of course, as it might discourage the reader instead of arousing his interest in the thriller.  But it gives the reader a broad perspective of how the protagonist is being used in the long run, under the noses of the protagonist's authorities. The fourth blog includes just a few short excerpts, which relate the dire outcome of the protagonist miraculous escape, and his activation eighteen months later back home in New York where he lives. Well here it is:  

 

"The lowest chopper of the two swerved around, and came flying back north in Nick’s direction; in a slanting slow and downward flight lowering a rescue cable downward, dangling from side to side. About some ten yards above the ground the chopper almost stopped hovering in mid air " sending gusts of air " which was hitting Nick's uplifted face, while it was still flying on slowly with its lowered cable trailing in the tall grass.

Nick was flooded with feelings of hope and joy, mingled with deep anxiety of missing that miraculous chance twice, he rushed after the trailing cable, dropping his shirt, trampling a few V.C.'s already cold and stiff corpses in sheer panic. He threw himself forward with all his might, and gripped the cable with both his hands and clung to it, binding his legs around it, as if he was climbing a rope. He was swept off the ground immediately, as the chopper soared up again; pushing its throttle handle forward, its experienced pilot did not take any needless chances.

The chopper veered round, changing its course southward once again."

 

"Nicholas Theodore Spree, that's your name isn’t it?'

'Yes sir, that's my name.' He answered the young C.I.A agent's question with some hesitation, but he was getting quickly used to the quite comfortable circumstances, though he did not expect such circumstances at all.

There was no comparison what so ever with the intense and hard week, which he passed just recently at the military intelligence headquarters. These thoughts anyhow, were just his first glimpses.

'Do sit down,' the young man said politely. 'You must have been submitted to some unpleasant procedures last week. I mean the interrogations you'd to pass. But anyway there're still some questions concerning your rescue that are bothering us. There're some vague and incomprehensible points in your testimony. We've got a copy of it by the way, here in front of us and it’s our intention of course, to clear up these points right away.’

He made a short pause, watching Nick intently, and went straight on. ‘Is there anything you wish to add to that testimony? Are there any details you might have forgotten or anything at all that might assist our inquiry?' The Saigon's head of operation's young assistant asked on.

His boss the head of the C.I.A agency in Saigon sat on his right, while his deputy sat on the other side close to the door. The three of them looked like respectable businessmen, representing some well-known firm.

'No sir I have nothing to add.'

After all I’ve nothing to be scared of; I’ve managed to escape with lots of good luck of course. But in any case, I did it! I’ve survived! I did return alive and here I’m.

Nick thought encouraging himself. Although never before I’d anything to do with such high brass, all those curious officers just last week; and these big and haughty shots right now... He went thinking and cleared his throat, just thinking about it made him cough slightly."

 

"The older one of the two men on both of his interrogator's sides, coughed slightly several times. The young C.I.A agent glanced furtively at the older man at his left side, clearing his throat he turned to Nick once again: 'In your testimony, you claim to have passed some very subtle and peculiar brainwash treatment. The fantastic method you've described in it is quite bizarre I'd say… We have a fair knowledge in these matters, I mean, we know well enough their methods; but anyhow, whatever you've described in your testimony isn't one of theirs typical methods, so the details in your testimony, simply doesn't fit in. Just why have you been taken north, all the way to Hanoi? They could have kept you in one of their centers, in one of their villages not too far off. That's what they usually do in every other case, which we happen to know of.' The young assistant made a short pause, and sneaked a furtive look at his boss."

 

"But it did happen again. That same man blocked Nick’s way out. It was the same devilish man without the slightest doubt, and that same man brushed against him once again and caught his right wrist...

They stepped aside the two of them, up to the edge of the wide pavement, letting the surging crowd pass on; caught in between the stream of pedestrians and the constant flow of cars, rushing back and forth with their blinding head lights.

He must take me for a queer or who know what? The thought passed like a quick flash through Nick’s mind. A sudden wave of rage swept him and turning to face that man, he tore his hand free.

‘The day has come...' The stranger said in a whisper almost, his smile still lingering on his lips. 'What day? Just what are you blabbering about?' Nick Retorted astounded. 'Who the hell are you? What do you want?'

The well dressed man facing him was a lean fellow of about average height or so, five feet ten or eleven nothing more. If Nick wished to, he could have sent him flying with one good aimed blow. Since his return from “Nam” and during his long time stay at home; he was not accustomed to be accosted in public by strangers, and had hardly any patience left for strangers and relatives alike.

'Relax,' the stranger said to him. 'I've got a message for you.' He seemed to have noticed immediately how upset and angry Nick was, but he was not going to give up either and was not perturbed by it at all.

'You must be mistaken mister! I don't know you!'

'You are dead right, you don't have to...' the Slav smiled his amiable smile once more. 'Dear mister Spree...' He added in a lowered voice.

'I thought you were some kind of a creep or a queer... but you must be nuts, yes, you’re simply nuts, mister!' Nick answered him contemptuously, trying in vain to hide the state of shock he was in; and pushing the stranger aside he started to move on, very eager to put an end to that strange encounter.

'It’s from Nicole,' the Slav added nonchalantly close to Nick's face as Nick was already passing him. 'Don't you want to hear it?'

Nick Stopped abruptly on hearing her name, and turned around and looked straight into the stranger's smiling eyes suspiciously. What had that Slave who was already by his side again, to do with Nicole, his Nicole? He simply could not grasp.

'What's the rush Nick? Let me buy you a drink, and let’s have a few words on that important issue.' the Slav suggested politely. 'At the bar over there,' he added nodding his head to the nearest bar's direction."

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