False Conclusions

Johanna was dancing with Alda as a bit of show for the other guests and the press allowed inside. Lugner seemed annoyed that his high priced pair of Hollywood starlets were being outshined by some government functionary and an old elected hag. The pair spotted Sin and Nina moving towards them and they made their way to a side area away from the gathered guests.

“Dress… Yours… Wonderful… Is,” one of the Hollywood starlets said in stilted German.

“Thank You,” Johanna replied in the slightly Canadian accented English, “Your is as well. This is the German President,”

The woman had an awkward grin on her face.

“Alda, this is Miss Ridley, the actress they hired to replace the Late Miss Fisher in the Star Wars movies,” Johanna said in German.

“Hello, excuse us,” The President said in very thickly accented English.

As the pair moved to meet Sin and Nina by the stairs the President leaned in to whisper in Johanna’s ear.

“Her German sounds like she learned it from the default translators on her phone,” the President said.

“I thought she wasn’t allowed to bring her phone in,” Johanna noted.

“All the more reason for that butchering of our language,” The President sighed.

The four women huddled quickly

“Leaving, woman behind the blonde,” Sin said quietly.

“Oh dear,” the President muttered.

“What?” Nina asked.

“The blonde is the woman who crashed our date,” Johanna informed Nina in English.

“The one behind her is the woman that was spying on your recovery Mo… Miss,” Sin made sure to not allow others to hear their direct relationship in such an environment.

“Is she the body guard of the Power Broker?” Johanna asked.

“I thought she was Sombra’s secretary,” The President arched an eyebrow.

“So she is Sombra’s body guard and Sombra is the power broker you mentioned,” Johanna put it all together, “And the Blonde who interrupted our date is also working for Sombra.”

“I think I can name three members of the cabinet who are owned by Sombra…” the President noted quietly.

“What is the body guard and the messenger doing running off?” Johanna asked no one in particular.

“Is something threatening Sombra and his friends?” Sin asked.

The President looked around and sensed people were taking an interest in the proceedings.

“Tell the Prime Minister that I will direct the Reichstag to deliberate the proposed treaty as soon as possible,” The President said a little too loud in German, “Tonight I must represent the State and entertain a lovely lady.”

“Yes Madame President,” Sin took the hint.

*

Above them the pair watched from the railing of the balcony far out of ear shot. The Blonde Ukrainian Woman spoke with her “Date” a representative of the Ukrainian Republic’s Diplomatic Service.

“The woman with the red hair is called Schmidt,” she said in her native tongue, “She is the head of an office between the Justice and War Ministries. Specifically she handles how the government responds to Mutants, Inhumans, and the various bizarre terrorist groups that would interact with them.”

“Such as?” the Diplomat smelled the glass of Austrian Wine.

“Hydra, Leviathan, Friends of Humanity, Brotherhood of Mutants, AIM and so on,” the woman said.

“What do you think they were really talking about?” the Diplomat asked.

“They eyeballed the body guards for those rich bastards,” the woman said noting Sombra and his group without their body guard shadows.

“Implications?” the Diplomat asked.

“Sombra and his friends are now using Mutant or Inhuman body guards?” the woman shrugged, “That is the most likely.”

“You remember where you saw the German President’s new lover from yet?” the Diplomat asked.

“No,” the woman lied.

“What about the other woman with Schmidt, the blonde?” the Diplomat asked,

“Nina Price,” the woman said, “She is part of a Shield team that deals with really weird cases.”

“What is the implication of her being here?” the Diplomat asked.

“She most likely was brought in after an **** attempt on the lover,” the woman said, “Word leaked that an assassin replaced an old Colonel and went to meet with her in the war ministry building… then tried to kill her.”

“Anything more to it?” the Diplomat frowned looking down at the glass of wine.

“No,” the Woman said, “It is all hazy and closely guarded.”

“Why would the president’s girlfriend be in the war ministry?” the Diplomat asked.

“She works there,” the woman said, “Some civilian job she got after serving in the military.”

“This is disgusting,” the Diplomat made a sour face after taking a sip, “Excuse me Yelena.”

The man left her and Yelena Belova took a deep breath. She knew damn well who the President’s girlfriend was… She would never forget Captain Germany after she rescued her and Natasha from that Leviathan Red Room. She had worked long and hard to be her country’s version of Captain Germany, but Ukraine never figured out how Germany had done it. Yelena looked at the Diplomat walking away. She smiled at having managed to put the constipation pill in his drink without him noticing. He would leave her alone form most of the night now. Yelena looked back at Captain Germany...

“I wonder if she would even recognize me after all these years,” Yelena whispered, “I barely recognize Natalia when I see her on the TV these days…”

*

The look out watched the passage way into the back of the opera house waiting for the guards to get lax. When she saw their chance she went back inside to tell the company of Hydra Shock troopers.

“Guys, lets go! The Police went to take a leak! Oh shiiiiiiii,” the woman panicked at the sight of the blood bath the building had become.

Where once there were thirty heavily armed troopers with military weapons, there was now a scene from a horror show… headless corpses and blood strewn everywhere.

“Sorry, but we can’t let you report this,” a woman said behind the Hydra lookout.

That was the last thing she heard.

“Be sure to fix your make up Anais,” Venessa said walking over the fresh corpse.