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Forewor😛 Everyone tired of war reports? The economy? How about the upcoming POTUS election? Well, me too! I thought I'd do something completely different here. Several of you may know that I have a devious side lurking just below the surface, and a terrible sarcastic wit. Put those two together and with my flair for going on and on and on when writing, the results are bizarre to say the least. I hope you find this tidbit entertaining.




Prologue:



It was a long time coming... Many years are spent by a man to get into the predicament that Frank Stevens now found himself. With no where else to run, Frank resigned himself to fate. At least the United States does not execute spies anymore, or do they? Frank was not sure of anything. His mind was full of propaganda from both sides, lies, half truths, deceptions of every kind. He wasn't even sure if the memories of childhood were real. Memories of Summers spent with Father and his friends, fishing on pristine rivers and lakes in the Carpathian Mountains of Southern Poland. This was quite a treat for a school boy from Moscow. He was no longer sure if the memory was reality or fantasy, perhaps a fondly desired day dream from long ago...



A screaming police siren and flash of light snapped the weary soul back to reality. His Father's 'friends' were the reason he found himself huddled in a New York alleyway apartment, several thousand miles and tens of years from his native land of the Ukraine. The 'friends' were members of the Soviet Politicheskoye Byuro or Politburo. When old enough to realize who these people were, Frank remembered thinking that men should not have such power over other men. His indoctrination into the field of service chosen for him soon changed his way of thinking. Too many months of rigorous training, becoming an elite officer in the Red Army. Then several years of specialized training by KGB. Finally, off to Bern, Switzerland to take up his double life as Franklin Stevenson, a Swedish businessman. Bern was perfect for his cover as an international business man, the Embassy of the United States is located there. Making trade agreements with several US businesses was his 'in' to the US.



Back to the task at hand... His contacts in the CIA and FBI had warned Frank that he should flee the US for South America or at least Cuba. Unfortunately his handlers had made it perfectly clear, several times, there was absolutely no way to replace Frank with a new operative. The security now in place and the political friendliness of the new Russia and the US precluded someone being able to replace him. The dark underbelly of the Russian government was not willing to give up the intel he could provide. An undiscovered spy of fifty five years was unheard of. Frank moved about New York and Washington with society, or he did until he finally made a slip. One of the KGB's finest and now he was found out. Well, what do they expect of an eighty year old man, he thought. Now to get back to my end of mission report.




OK, What Do You Think?

We've met Frank Stevens, at least he's been Frank Stevens for 55 years. Kind of scary to think he has had access to privy stuff isn't it? Anyhow, If you'd like to know more about how things go for Frank let me know and I'll print some more pulp fiction.