"No.""Please!"
"No!"
"Resi, please - bitte!!"
Resi, the big Bavarian cleaning lady, gave one forbidding glance at her petite polish collegue, and started mopping again.
Silence.
"When you think, I help you with your crazy ideas, you are wrong!" muttered Resi after perhaps 10 more minutes of quiet work. The Polish cleaning lady was now polishing with verve the desk. She seemed to haven't heard and looked with a mulish expression on her hands. "It is crazy, to want me go to the police, I say!" Resi said. This got her some reaction.
"No police! You do not hear! Si-Ei-Feif is NO police!! I said before!!!"
Now! What can you do with such a woman? Resi thought. It was terrible with Wilma, since she had seen this CI5 on Television - and had met two of the young CI5-men in reality at the ladies cleaning-job in the Studios the woman was besotted. In the normal way of events she would never have thought of going to the police with anything. And surely not with such a complete nonsense-Story like this!
"I said you. Thing of life and dead. I tell again: This blonde woman. Sit in Hotel-Hairdo-Salon. I clean. The woman wait, telephone with mobile. Handbag fall - and I see! - see pistol!! And I go near, with broom. And I hear: 'CI5...no problem...Sam Curtis...die...' and this is name of the young man - you know! Sam Cur-tisss!!"
"Himmelherrgottsakradinochmal - yes, I know, you have told me already - five times!!"
"So you know - and you can help!! I can not do alone!" Wilma looked adamant.
Resi gave a big sigh. What could she do? "Nobody will believe us - you hear me? Nobody. You have not even a name, and, by the way, also not a adress of this bloody CI5. When you would have this...well!"
Ah! Wilma looked speculatively at Resi: "Hm. You say, name of woman. When I have name and CI5-adress, you go? Good?"
Resi closed her eyes for a short moment.
"Good!" Wilma repeated.
"In the name of the good god - and to have some peace - Yes!!"
Triumphantly Wilma took a piece of paper out of her apron. "Here. Äbigell Prentisss"
"What!"
"Is name: Äbigell Prentiss. Adress: see paper." the small woman said matter-of-fact.
"Hm." Resi looked with big eyes on the adress on the paper. "Better, I ask not where you have this from. There it is...we can take the bus.You are sure with the name?" Wilma nodded with a look of complete innocence. "Then - let us finish here and go!"
After leaving the red Bus the two women stood on the pavement and looked around. "There." Resi said with her deep voice, pointing to the left where an unobtrusive small office-building stood. Wilma nodded and wanted to start walking, when suddenly she stopped abruptly. "Resi!" she said weakly, staring with a shocked expression in the direction of the buildings entrance-area. There, an attractive blonde, who had just left a taxi, turned around, checked her surroundings with experienced swiftness and moved than to the closed door.
Wilma had disappeared behind Resis voluminous frame and whispered: "It is she - Can you see - what she do!" Resi stood motionless, her dark eyes slits in a white broad face, observing the young woman. "She do something at the door - door opens - the woman goes in!"
"God!" Wilma said, still shocked. She could think of nothing, her brain was like a big wash-machine.
"Slut!" Resi stated emphatically. She had taken an instant dislike to the blonde.
"God oh God!! She will kill. God."
"Than we have to take action immediately, Wilma. Come!" But alas, they were stopped already at the door. No handle, no bell. only a technical looking item at the side - and no response on: knocking, shouting, knocking again...After 5 minutes even Resi looked somewhat helpless. The two women retreated a few meters. "Resi." said the Polish one after 2 minutes of intensive thinking. People work in the building. People go, people come..."
"...and we wait, till the next go or come! Brilliant idea!" responded the Bavarian one with a new sparkle in her brown eyes. "And I say you more. This is high security, when someone come, we do not wait or ask, but ...force him to bring us in!!"
Richards, who came a few minutes later back from a late lunch (in an Internetcafé), wasn't at all aware of the two inconspicuous old hags. He laid his complete left hand on the scanner, waited 5 seconds, regarded absent-mindedly the door, which opened slowly and started leisurely walking in. Suddenly he felt an unresistable force in his back - he stumbled through the doorframe ungracefully and fell flat on the face - with approximately 95 kg of female flesh upon him.
The security-man, who watched the scene on the monitor, didn't believe his eyes for a moment but then did go immediately in fighting-mode. "We have here an E-6-6" he shouted in his microphone and started running with drawn gun.
The following fight was not short - the two women resisted bravely, they beated, scratched, bited and shouted - but the enemy was to well trained and in the end in superior numbers. Wilma went first down, shortly after Resi was knocked out. "By the old cow! What was that?" One of the men asked. Richards, still holding his nose, which seemed to be broken, looked at the massive body of Resi and said "Russian Mafia?? Anyhow. Better call the doctor, bring them in the cell - and tell Malone..."
"...Look! I'm so busy. Is it of immediate importance?" Malone asked. "...No? In the cell? Good....Tomorrow...Exactly." He put down the receiver and looked at Abigail Prentice again...
In the late afternoon of the next day, a small procession moved slowly to Malones office. There, Malone sat behind his desk and was just talking to Curtis and Keel. "...and one of the women knew your names. This is, why you are here, Mr Curtis. Mr. Keel. Ah, here they come." Malone looked down on the sheat of paper in front of him, viewed ill-humoured the dust on parts of the desk and said: "Now. Mrs...Dollinger" He looked Resi straight in the one open eye - the other was black and closed, "...and Mrs...Bodova. What do you have to say?"
"Nothing, what we did not say before - to your men..." Resi answered with an ill-tempered side-glance to the security-guards.
"Good God. Isn't this...the C-Squad?" Chris whispered. Sam looked with sudden recognision at the pair.
"...We are good citizens and only wanted to warn you before...Wilma, what was the name?"
"Äbi...Äbigell Prentiss" Wilma said with a croaked voice. Sam took in his breathe, his face suddenly a mask of stone. Chris had moved a tiny bit nearer to his partner. Malone looked embarrassed. "Miss Prentice is dead. And what do you know about her? Precisely please!"
Resi nodded approvingly. Precision. She liked that. She told in short words Wilmas story. "...and" she added, "...Wilma and me are cleaning ladies. People tend to overview us. But they forget. We are there. And we watch. And we have to watch good. Because, in our profession, we must have an eye for the details - like..." she pointed with her index-finger on the surface of Malones desk, "here. There is dust." The controller winced. "Not good work. And you, Mr Malone are not happy about that. Because you are a precise man and want precise work." Malone nodded unconciously, Sam and Chris looked at each other. What was happening here?
"This is, why Wilma and me, we do our work good. And a lot of people want, that we work for them" she said proudly.
"Professionals" said Malone with a tiny smile "and a good team."
"The best." answered Resi, "and unbeschreiblich weiblich..."
rg/29.01.2000---Renates e-mail
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