Page 19 of Mysterious Teacher : Arrival
“I’m sorry to hear that,” April said. “War is so ugly.”
“So ugly,” Boris echoed.
“Were you witness to some of the horrors of this war?”Sonya said.
Both men nodded heavily.
“Too much,” Igor said.
“Too close,” Boris added.
Frowning, April looked to Boris. “How close? Did you take part in any of the battles?”
Boris wiped away a non-existent tear and sniffed back his feigned grief. “It’s still too fresh in my mind to really talk about.”
“Of course,” April said. “It’s understandable. The pain and the trauma of it all must be overwhelming.”
“We did our best,” Igor said. “We really did our best.”
“Were you...”Sonya hesitated. “Were you officers?”
“We were very close to those in charge,” Boris said.
“Oh,” April said. “Does that mean that you’ve met Adolph Hitler?”
Both men shot to their feet, held out a stiff hand in salute and called out, “Heil Hitler!”before sitting back down.
Good acting, Boris congratulated himself and Igor silently. These two women would definitely believe their cover as former officers in Germany.The war was over.It seemed the women were looking forward to rebuilding.America certainly was in a happy and prosperous mood.They would never suspect that their belief of freedom would slowly ebb away when we infiltrate them.First, we make them believe anyone who is patriotic to their own country is evil.Then we break down their society so they fight amongst themselves.Yes, let them destroy themselves from within.
Chapter 6
The men, obviouslystarving after their time on the road, couldn’t shovel the food into their mouths fast enough. Sonya wondered if they even had time to taste the food April had prepared. She marvelled at the amount of food they were able to wolf down.
A little shocked by the arrival of the unexpected visitors, she looked at them with growing curiosity. Why would German soldiers be wandering the countryside of California? Shooting a quick glance at April, she caught the discreet and quick flash of disgust on the young woman’s face as she eyed Boris.
“Good,” Boris said, his mouth full as he broke off a piece of bread and used it to soak up the juices of the roast. “Not as good as German food, but it will do.”
