Eddington Coffee Is A Distraction

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“All right, we’re here, why?” I asked Michael as we got in the taxi. He winked at me, gave the address to the driver, and pointed to the airport. “It’s bigger than we thought, otherwise the pilots wouldn’t have been targeted. They did it because of us. This is bigger than what you realize cousin.”

“How can it be, he’s a teacher, not a dictator. This is crazy. What does he want, why are we here?” Michael could tell I was exhausted, angry, and ready for something to make some sense.”

“Here’s what we did, what we think, and what we know. Otecko stole something to distract from the fact he planted something. They were so caught up with trying to figure out why he stole it, they didn’t notice what he left. A microphone to listen to the professor.”

“He hasn’t tipped his hand, except for telling one of his group to secure Budapest. We think his supply line runs through here. I needed you to come along on some excuse about coffee beans so I could maneuver.”

“Here’s what it looks like. This isn’t directly about taking over the Czech Republic. It’s about a new black market of antiquities that runs from Europe to the Middle East. The Professor has been running it on a small scale for years, but he’s gotten greedy.”

“He’s systematically working to take out the power players on the existing black market so he can control it. If he’s the biggest and baddest, he gets the most money, which translates to power.”

“He apparently wants to control governments behind the scene, at least for a while. We don’t know his long term goal, but his thesis was on Charlemagne. You can guess what that means!”

I rolled my eyes, and tried to ignore the pain behind them. “So we’re the bait, the coffee is a distraction, and at some point we’re probably going to get shot at, again!”  

I didn’t mean to predict the future, but I did. A few seconds later, two bullets shattered the front window, killing our driver. The taxi went out of control, then it got crazy!