32 degrees. Feels like 40.
Not exactly what we expected from Austria, even though it is late August.
But we were prepared. In this line, you must always be prepared.
Our targets were in sight. They look much the same as they did the last time, continents away.
We have always been able to track them down. No matter where they go, what job they take, what language they speak.
After all this time it's easy. We recognize their furniture, their artwork, their kitchen implements.
And here in the darkness, under a golden half moon often obscured by clouds, we sit and talk in low voices. The heat of the evening was interrupted with the odd breeze wafted down from the summer storm beyond the hills, flashes of silent lightning silhouetting the treed mounds.
Behind us is the ferris wheel in the Prater, famous for its part in the film The Third Man" How ironic that here sits the third man, who has joined us at this time, in this place, merely a boy before.
Conversation deepened when the candlelight was extinguished, voices more hushed, the information passed more pressing after the earlier chit-chat. Plans were laid, and so we parted for the night.
The mission continues.
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