They checked their camping gear one last time, tent, sleeping bags, water, food, matches, rain gear, flares, aluminum foil, steel wool and a myriad of other nice to have items. They were not going on a trip into the wilds of the Amazon, but into a heavily wooded area in southern Germany that had a lot of charm and a minimum of people. Maybe this is what their relationship needed, a few days away from the hustle and bustle of their working world and to be alone without outside interference. Jenny hoped that they would be able to bond again, their forced seperation had made her miss Mike a lot but they were still trying to get to know each other again.
Mike knew this was supposed to be a weekend alone, but knew it would not be. He knew he was being followed, and had changed the location of their getaway to make it be sure who the good guys and bad guys were really supposed to be. He smiled, knowing that he had more than one ace up his sleeve.
The read the instructions given to them by the local forest manager, where they were allowed to camp, where they could not have fires, and most of all not to leave their trash behind. He smiled, the transalation to English had some wonderful syntax errors. But he did not care, he knew these woods well, as a child he spent a summer hiking all over them, but more importantly he also knew Herr Kirstatter, the forest manager.
They drove to the train staion and caught the train. Wonderful German efficiency, he thought, and when they arrived at their destination station, the hike thru the small town was sidetracked by a stop in a local grocery for some fresh bread, and some cheeses that they would eat with their evening meal.
How things have changed, this little village was had changed so much, but still had it's charm. They locals knew they were probably American but not the young rowdy college students that occasionally found their way here but older ones just trying to get away. While he wanted to stop for a beer or one last meal not freeze dried or out of a can, he knew that to get to the campsite would take at least 2 hours and he wanted to be set up before darkness came upon them.
As they walked thru the town to the large meadow and the dirt road/path that altenative led to the farmers house and the entrace to the forest. This part of the trek was the easiest and best way to see if they had any guests behind the.
When the entered the trees, the path was very clear and worn from years of hiking by the locals. As they moved farther up the trail the visibility went from almost infinate to a hundred yards or so. But that did not matter, no one else got off at that stop on the train and the change to their destination would allow him a little more of an advantage.
Back in Frankfurt the phone rang, and a agitated called spoke in rapid French that their package had changed locations of his trip and was now in the Rheinland-Pfaltz and that it would take several hours to reestablish contact. A dismayed but wisened man listened to the call and put the phone down without comment. He thought, I wonder why the change, does he know he is under our survellience, up until the now every thing he did was exactly as the phone and email intercepts had proven. He must have just changed his mind, but why. There must be a reason.
Back in the forest the hike was done for the day, no one could have followed them without being noticed, but that he knew would change either later tonight or tomorrow. It would be a matter of just how subtle the went about looking for him, but he had that covered as well, the followers would be followed. HIs friends in German intelligence were already in place, and when they bought the bread he saw the signal that all was clear from the man who stopped by to buy a pack of cigarettes and asked for 2 packs of matches.
Back at the campsite, the large cleared area was perfect, putting up the tent was best described as a Chinese fire drill with 2 people each having their own ideas of what to do. When Mike gave up and watched the tent collapse on Jenny, they both laughed and the tension of their reunion was broken. They started a fire and had some wurst, bread, cheese and a bottle of wint they had brought along. All was well with the world, so far.
Mike knew this was supposed to be a weekend alone, but knew it would not be. He knew he was being followed, and had changed the location of their getaway to make it be sure who the good guys and bad guys were really supposed to be. He smiled, knowing that he had more than one ace up his sleeve.
The read the instructions given to them by the local forest manager, where they were allowed to camp, where they could not have fires, and most of all not to leave their trash behind. He smiled, the transalation to English had some wonderful syntax errors. But he did not care, he knew these woods well, as a child he spent a summer hiking all over them, but more importantly he also knew Herr Kirstatter, the forest manager.
They drove to the train staion and caught the train. Wonderful German efficiency, he thought, and when they arrived at their destination station, the hike thru the small town was sidetracked by a stop in a local grocery for some fresh bread, and some cheeses that they would eat with their evening meal.
How things have changed, this little village was had changed so much, but still had it's charm. They locals knew they were probably American but not the young rowdy college students that occasionally found their way here but older ones just trying to get away. While he wanted to stop for a beer or one last meal not freeze dried or out of a can, he knew that to get to the campsite would take at least 2 hours and he wanted to be set up before darkness came upon them.
As they walked thru the town to the large meadow and the dirt road/path that altenative led to the farmers house and the entrace to the forest. This part of the trek was the easiest and best way to see if they had any guests behind the.
When the entered the trees, the path was very clear and worn from years of hiking by the locals. As they moved farther up the trail the visibility went from almost infinate to a hundred yards or so. But that did not matter, no one else got off at that stop on the train and the change to their destination would allow him a little more of an advantage.
Back in Frankfurt the phone rang, and a agitated called spoke in rapid French that their package had changed locations of his trip and was now in the Rheinland-Pfaltz and that it would take several hours to reestablish contact. A dismayed but wisened man listened to the call and put the phone down without comment. He thought, I wonder why the change, does he know he is under our survellience, up until the now every thing he did was exactly as the phone and email intercepts had proven. He must have just changed his mind, but why. There must be a reason.
Back in the forest the hike was done for the day, no one could have followed them without being noticed, but that he knew would change either later tonight or tomorrow. It would be a matter of just how subtle the went about looking for him, but he had that covered as well, the followers would be followed. HIs friends in German intelligence were already in place, and when they bought the bread he saw the signal that all was clear from the man who stopped by to buy a pack of cigarettes and asked for 2 packs of matches.
Back at the campsite, the large cleared area was perfect, putting up the tent was best described as a Chinese fire drill with 2 people each having their own ideas of what to do. When Mike gave up and watched the tent collapse on Jenny, they both laughed and the tension of their reunion was broken. They started a fire and had some wurst, bread, cheese and a bottle of wint they had brought along. All was well with the world, so far.
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Moving can be fun and exciting. Good luck with it.