Thursday, June 1, 1967, 0745 Central European Time, Copenhagen, Denmark

The two spies woke up in the Danish capital. It would be rather odd if they hadn't, of course. It had been a pretty pleasant night's sleep.

Waiting outside the door of Victoria's room was a copy of the Paris-based English-language newspaper The International Herald Tribune. The stories included increasing military build-up in the Middle East. Other newspapers were available, but were either Danish or a day old at least. Inside the paper was an envelope, with a note advising Victoria (in her cover name) that there were some items waiting for her in reception that she could collect at her leisure.

Outside, the sun was already shining on the courtyard in front of the hotel, with several people riding past on bicycles, heading for their jobs.

Victoria scanned the paper as she showered and dressed conservatively with her hair up and hidden by a hat. She called room service for both of them and moved it herself through to Katya room.

"There is an envelop for me at reception which I will pop done and get now. I'll be back in a second."


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Ursula woke up from a pleasant dream of walking by a seashore collecting pearls. She stretched and yawned, luxuriating in the soft bed of a five-star hotel, an uncommon way of waking up for her, and went to the window to check the weather. That dream had her in the mood for a beach day, if only Denmark wasn't so Danish. She was still in her nightgown when Victoria walked in with the breakfast, already fully dressed.

"Guten Morgen, Vicky. Sleep well? Oh, that's lovely, danke schön. Do you know where to start the hunt? If not, we'll just ring Homburg Joe, he should have Burpman's address."

She sat down in bed again to wolf down pastries and coffee.

"Mmm, this is damn delicious. You've had breakfast already? Try the cinnamon ones. Sure, I'll wait here."

She finished her breakfast while Vicky went downstairs to collect the money; after a second cup of coffee to round it up, she took a shower and opened her suitcases, hunting for a weather-adequate outfit.

Victoria found not only the money, but a note containing the address of their target, currently in the Nyholm area, close to the main Danish naval shipyard. There was also a photograph of an African man, name unknown, who he'd been seen with a lot recently. Victoria was instructed to burn the intelligence information. But not the money.

And what was the weather like please?
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In reply to Katya Sokolova (msg # 5):

Sunny and fairly warm. Around 18 degrees Celsius.

Victoria returned to the room and laid out the various items that had accompanied the money in the envelope. "Looks to be we have another mark, or at least someone to keep an eye out for."


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Ursula let go a little whoop of delight at the weather, she had been fearing a day of awful rain like the previous. She turned on the radio and sang along to Lucy in the Sky with Diamonds while she took a shower in the luxuriously appointed bathroom. A step up from the previous evening at Pension Ludo; a whole flight of stairs up, really.

She put on some underwear and was deciding on an outfit when Victoria returned, bringing a few documents and a fat wad of currency. She whistled at the sight of the money. That, too, was a big departure from the small-time honeytraps she'd been assigned so far, shoestring little affairs in sordid German motels. That time in Münich a handler had refused to expense a Hungarian diplomat's liquid courage because Ursula (Svetlana, in that occasion) had failed to provide receipts, so she ended up paying for her mark's binge out of pocket. Money upfront was a welcome surprise.

"Ach du meine Güte! I don't know about you, Vicky, but this is definitely my kind of op."

Ursula counted it with quick fingers and divided it into two neat piles on the bed, each containing two 1,000, ten 500 and thirty 100-krone notes, brown, green and red respectively. having done that, she pushed one of the piles towards the other woman, with a little smile.

"So. You don't talk much, do you? And maybe you don't like me much, either. Don't worry, happens a lot with girls. You get your half, I get my half, we do the job and go home, das stimmt?"

That settled, she craned her neck to look at the picture.

"Another mark? Do we need to keep eyes on both at the same time? What's his connection to Burpman? He doesn't look very Danish to me, is he?" Ursula asked, but she saw in Vicky's eyes that she had no answers for her questions, so she shrugged and asked no more. She got up from the bed and went back to her suitcases.

"Let's go over it one more time? You follow Burpman today to see what's his routine like, where does he hang out and who he meets, so I know where to catch him tonight, or tomorrow. Meanwhile I'll keep out of sight - out of his sight, at any rate - and work on my tourist cover. Just keep out of trouble and don't engage? Anything you discover about him, his routine and his associates will be useful later, I guess?"

She produced a short off-white dress in her right hand, decorated with cute frills; a second later, she had another one in her left, a turquoise knit dress, clingier and more aggresively cut. After a moment's hesitation she raised both towards Vikcy.

"This one with kitten heels, or this one with boots?"
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"Can't say I like or dislike you as we have just met. As for the new mark, well that was not in the description so he is a side. Should we be able to gain some understanding of who he is so be it. Otherwise we do the job we were tasked with."

She took a sip of the coffee she left to go downstairs.

She nodded along as the plan was outlined "Yes that is good with me." She then went and finished dressing conservatively and plainly dark glasses large hat.

"Boots."



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Ursula shrugged and eyed the picture again.

"A side as in a side dish?" she joked, doing her best to memorize the facial traits of the African man. "Looks yummy enough. If he's not opposition, then he probably is some sort of naval-related contact," she speculated, slipping into the knit dress and pulling it down over her thighs.

She sat on the bed to put on the long go-go boots, destabilizing the two piles of banknotes as she did so. They didn't quite topple, but Ursula picked one of them anyway, grabbed her bag and approached the guest safe in the wardrobe. She considered monetary matters for a moment, before she deposited half of the kroner in the safe, as well as her own Deustschmarks, before closing and locking it with her usual combination. The other five thousand kroner she stuffed into her bag; that should be more than enough for a day of touristy sightseeing.

"Very well then, let me check my trusty guide... Here's the Hotel d'Angleterre, and Nyholm must be about half an hour by foot. I'll spend the morning at the Tivoli Gardens. I'll call the D'Angleterre every two hours to check if you've left any messages for me, and if you need to contact me directly, between twelve and one I'll have lunch at Det Lille Apotek, here's the phone number. In the afternoon... mmm, I'll visit Roseborg Castle to see the crown jewels, then do some shopping around the center. If the weather holds, I'll hit the beach at Amager Strandpark later, then I'll get back here before dinnertime. If anything changes, I'll leave you a message at the desk."

She went through her bag, leaving the Zippo and the cigarrette case out.

"Shall we?"
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Where will Victoria head first?

"Yes lets get going I feel its going to be a long day." Victoria will first look to do a walk by the marks flat and get an understanding of the layout of the area. She casts a burglars eye over the place..

Then she will try to catch up with him at one of his regular haunts.


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Ursula blinked in surprise as Vicky left without even touching her half of the money. After a moment of utter disbelief, she shrugged and secured the cash in the safe, wondering if she could keep that too.

[Language unknown: "Ur utevtr all tinousundrat, ons ecutes Vicky, ineeraave eksi saee on Soviet aromei,"] she chuckled to herself. All the same, she decided to buy her some gift, that was the least she could do.

To avoid leaving the D'Angleterre hot on the heels of Victoria, Ursula rode the elevator downstairs, then ordered a Bloody Mary in the hotel bar and spent twenty minutes pretending to peruse her guidebook and checking for anyone taking too keen an interest on her, particularly any of the drunk gentlemen from the previous evening.

In reply to Victoria Fitzwilliam (msg # 12):

Perception check please.

Katya was told that they didn't serve alcohol this early in the morning and she should come back later. She got a hint that the barman thought she was an alcoholic.
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Ursula gave the barman the dirty looks as she exited the lobby. A shame that women like her had to fight for the survival of democracy and capitalism only for men like him to ruin it with that Stalinist bullshit. There was no such thing as too early for a Bloody Mary.

From the D'Angleterre to the Tivoli Gardens it was a pleasant walk along some of the finest streets of Copenhaguen's Old Town. Ursula was tempted by every glittering boutique window along Strøget, but she just walked on, promising herself some proper shopping therapy later on. She didn't want to have to carry all her purchases around all day long.

Twenty-five minutes later she was going through the cast iron gates of the Tivoli Gardens. She toured the premises leisurely, taking in the sights, the chirpy voices of excited children, the lingering smells of lager and sweets. She stopped for a few minutes to listen to a marching band, bough herself cotton candy and rode the wooden rollercoaster.

It wasn't exceptionally hard to pretend to be a tourist.

Victoria Fitzwilliam rolled 7 using 1d8.  Perception Check. Hoping high is good....


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