Albert Cavanaugh - in His Majesty - Government Service
A gentleman clarifies, "And which government, pray tell, would that be, Mr. Albert Cavanaugh?” “Well, ours, my dear sir,” Albert replied. The gentleman retorted, “Oh! Are you from Canada as well, Mr. Cavanaugh?” Albert sternly answered, “Of course not, sir. I am from here. Just west of London.” The gentleman then stated, “I am from Halifax, which is in Nova Scotia, Canada. Pardon me for the misunderstanding. Though I, too, work for our government, we usually state which branch of our government employs us. I take it, yours is a bit, hush hush, eh?” “You are correct, sir. Pardon me,” Albert responded and left the parlay in a reserved room primarily designed for standing only. In the hallway, he stopped one of the uniformed workers and asked, “Can you please direct me to the nearest men’s laboratories?” The worker directed him with his extended arm, saying, “Down the hallway, sir. It’s clearly marked. A few doors to your right.” He does his business, then cleans up at the basin and does a once-over, tidying himself a bit while looking in the mirror before leaving. He does a walkabout in the hallway, peering into rooms where doors suddenly open, finding more of the same. He nonchalantly moseyed down the hallway and found it less than interesting to concern himself.
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So, he returned to the room and discovered the man he was supposed to meet, curling his hand to come over to him. He is dressed in his cargo ship Captain’s uniform, looking somewhat distinguished. When they meet, the man tells him, “Albert, it’s good to see you again!” Albert exclaims, “Here, here, Avery! What’s it been, five years, have it?" Avery concurs, telling him, “It sure has been my friend. You haven’t
changed a bit. You still look healthy enough to climb Everest. At least they keep you strappingly fit. I am shipping out, and I saw your name on he passenger manifest, and nothing more, as usual.” “I’ll see you then,” Albert said, leaving. HMS Barringer, a British cargo ship, is bound for the Ukrainian seaport city of Odesa with food, medical supplies, and farm machinery. It’s their third shipment of the year with no reported incidents. A total of twelve shipments in five years. This will be Albert’s second voyage with Captain Avery Sloan. Avery leaves all matters involving Albert, tight-lipped. Avery can’t recall any conversation with Albert that anyone would consider normal. Other than it being a war-ravaged country, he feels the less he knows, the better it’ll be for all concerned, particularly his ship and crew members, as Avery lets Albert end their conversation.
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Albert is employed by MI6, also known as the Secret Intelligence Service (S.I.S.). They
gather foreign intelligence outside the UK to protect British interests abroad. Albert, reassured
of his trip on the Barringer, confirms with his superiors while sailing for Odesa. He’s advised
that his contact, named Jeroen Rudokov, who lives east of Odesa, may be problematic, being too
close to the Russian-controlled part of Ukraine. He is told that the Ukrainian border patrol may
prevent his passage and that he is to remain in an Odesa restaurant while they notify his contact
to meet Albert there, instead. The contact describes the clothes he’ll be wearing, a red shirt under
an unzipped white jacket, as he and Albert had never met before. Albert describes his clothes to his
superiors as a long-sleeved blue shirt and a red t-shirt that’ll be visible from the blue shirt’s unbuttoned
collar. None of that would have been necessary had he just met him at his home, but since that
changed, so did the circumstances of correctly identifying each other. Albert needs to find another
way into the Russian-controlled part of Ukraine. Albert’s superiors described Jeroen’s clothes before
they met, when Jeroen tells him, “Now that the plans have been changed, I’ve called my cousin,
Francesca, to meet you a few miles north at a hostel there. You’ll see it off the main road.”
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Jeroen described Albert’s clothes to his cousin Francesca earlier. So, when they first met
outside of the hostel, she made the initial contact through Jeroen’s description of Albert’s clothes,
and she then introduced herself, “My name is Francesca Luminoski. My husband is from
Poland.” She then takes him to her family’s farmhouse. The new border now aligns with
their farmland. It’s a forested area patrolled by Russian troops, not very often, which is
advantageous for Albert to get across with little or no trouble at all. He heeds her advice and
observes the area from their farm for two days, making his move on the next day.
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He has a Ukrainian ID and various other legal documents, which are all counterfeit. It’s all
legal as far as Russian and Ukrainian checkpoints are concerned. He drives as silently as
possible with his headlights turned off, and he detached the electrical wiring to the tailgate lights
as well. Unhindered through occupied Russian territory, he reattached the electrical wiring of the
tailgate lights of the vehicle that MI6 prearranged for Albert’s use, which he picked up at a
legitimate car lot in Odesa, near the port terminal. So far, everything has somewhat gone
Albert’s way, except for the earlier incident with his contact east of Odesa, which Francesca
redeemed. He remains alert as traffic builds as the morning sun rises above the horizon.
He reaches the town he was looking for and searches for an address owned by the
underground, where he plans to set up his operation. The reason for it was to keep a close
observation of an office building used by Russians for covert operations in and around the area.
Therefore, the underground had notified their allies, who then contacted MI6 for assistance; that
gave Albert the green light to observe and report back, coordinating with the underground on
what to expect from the clueless Russians’ covert operations. For the next few weeks, several of
the Russians’ operations went awry and were later thwarted. The succession of failures alerted
the Russian intelligence agency, the KGB, to set up a sting operation.
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That in turn alerted the underground to notify Albert of an imminent threat from the KGB.
Albert makes a quick exit, leaving the place in flames. When there were no repercussions that
might have affected the owner, who secretly worked with the underground, Albert was safe and
apologetic to the owner, who had been paid by both the underground and MI6 for his losses. The
KGB remained clueless after the fire, thinking it was just that—a fire —and nothing more. His
report to his superiors concerning everything before the presence of the KGB was considered too
close for comfort, forcing Albert to shut down operations in the area. His superiors coordinated with
the underground, where Albert could secretly set up his operations and carry on undetected, if
possible. They inform MI6 that the best course of action for Albert to undertake will be, unfortunately,
near the Russian border, north of Ukraine’s second-largest city, Kharkiv, which was recaptured by
Ukrainian forces three years ago. The underground could help Albert openly in the Ukrainian-controlled
territory. Albert will stay alert for possible Russian spies or sympathizers who might compromise his
operations. Albert now focuses on the border, observing Russian movements. He successfully informs
the underground from his numerous drone flybys, as well as other sophisticated equipment and devices.
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The intel he provided to his superiors allowed them to monitor satellite images and decide
their next moves. Albert’s other skills were needed elsewhere, and he was advised to transfer his
operations to the underground. He is now heading back to London on board the HMS Barringer
with Captain Avery Sloan at the helm. Avery was still tight-lipped and maintained his distance
from Albert on board. In London, Albert will meet with his superiors to discuss the next phase of
his operation, including what it would involve and where he would carry it out. When all things
were in place, Albert was scheduled to meet with a superior who operated from behind the
Iron Curtain in Russia. Mr. Cavanaugh receives a call on his mobile phone at his residence, which
is east of London. He introduces himself, answering, “Hello, Mr. Cavanaugh speaking.” The caller,
whose youthful tone is somewhat discernible but difficult to determine, responds, “Good afternoon,
Mr. Albert Cavanaugh. My name is Jonathan Springston, and I have scheduled a meeting with you
tomorrow at nine o’clock in the morning. If this time is suitable, I look forward to seeing you at
the head office. Goodbye.” The short phone call informed him that all pertinent information
would be addressed appropriately by tomorrow, with no further action to be taken forthwith,
before that time. I am running a few minutes late; my previous meeting is running over
At Rothschild Hall, a uniformed worker directed him to Mr. Springston’s office, where he
entered. “Mr. Albert Cavanaugh, I’m Jonathan Springston from the head office. I called you
yesterday at your residence,” a man in his late thirties had just said to him. He continues,
“I’m unsure if you met Mr. Charles Waverly before today?” Albert clarifies, saying, “Only
over the phone and text messages. Yet, it’s good to put a face to all of that. It’s finally good
to meet you, Mr. Waverly.” “Same here, Mr. Cavanaugh,” Waverly responded, adding, “I’m
flying back to my post tomorrow. And I’ll meet you in three days. Remember, act natural,
since we never met.” They cajoled a while as the hallway grandfather clock chimed a
delightful, mellifluous sound.
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“I’ll do that, Mr. Waverly. I’ll be seeing you then,” said Albert as he walked away from them,
leaving the room. Just before Albert left the building, a uniformed worker met him outside the
doorway, saying, “Your car, sir. I have taken the liberty of placing a packet on the front
passenger’s seat.” Albert thanked the man before heading home. The next day at home, Albert
opened the packet, revealing an airline ticket to Moscow, Russia, leaving the following day. This
means that the day after he arrives, he’ll meet with Charles to inform him about his mission.
Albert, who is currently in Russia, searches for Charles’ address in Moscow. He gazes at a
five-story, somewhat antiquated building that was constructed before the nineteen-fifties. Albert
murmurs, “How typical?” He then ascends a few steps and presses the door buzzer. When the
door opens, a middle-aged woman greets him with, “Privyet, Chem ya mogu vam pomoch?”
(Hello! With what can I help you?) Albert inquires, “Do you understand English?” She
responds, “I do. How may I assist you?” He states, “My name is Albert Cavanaugh, and I am
here to speak with Mr. Charles Waverly.”
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“Very good, sir. Please follow me,” the woman said as she closed the door behind him. She
leads him to a nearby drawing room, saying, “My name is Beverly Shaw. I am one of Mr.
Waverly’s household staff members. Please make yourself comfortable while I inform Mr.
Waverly, that you are here.” She leaves the room and disappears into the hallway. While an
occupied house guest glances through a collection of book titles on a bookshelf, a stout
gentleman walks in, stating, “Welcome, Mr. Cavanaugh. Please have a seat. There’s much for
us to discuss. Our heater is on, but I could have the fireplace lit, if you prefer?” “The heater will be
just fine. So, let’s get to it, Charles. You don’t mind me calling you, Charles?” Albert said right off.
Charles replied, “Certainly not. With that said, Albert, let me begin. It’ll be a clandestine operation,
right here in Moscow—a few kilometers from here. Our target is Mr. Malenkov Dashevsky. This is
the recent photo we have of him.” Waverly hands the photograph of Dashevsky to Albert and continues
talking, “He’s the biggest drug and weapon distributor in all of Russia. They smuggle in drugs and ship
out weapons through Leningrad seaports, by transporting the weapons in hidden compartments within
the ships and the drugs within false compartments walled in the back of large cargo trucks.”
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“We take out the head; we cut off the snake. His security heavily guards him.” Waverly
continues talking, “I’ll arrange a meeting between the two of you through a third party. She, who
happens to be his girlfriend, that’s her, Anna, in the photo with Dashevsky, and she works for us.
You’ll work together to gain his confidence in you. We hope that the camaraderie will result in
his divulging to us, not what we already know, but what we need to know, such as when and
where the drugs and weapons are on the move. That’ll stem the flow of his operation and force
his dealers to look elsewhere for their drug supplies and arms dealers to look for another source
for weapons. We’ll give the courts enough evidence to put him in prison for the rest of his life.”
“Charles,” Albert says with a touch of concern, “Your eloquent speech makes everything sound
simple, but honestly, that makes me wonder if it really is. So, I’ll proceed with caution, in case
anything goes wrong. I’ll need to find a way to come out ahead and stay safe, while also
protecting others in my care, such as Anna and Waverly. Considering the way you’ve predicted
the court’s decision, I support moving forward with a bit of extra thought to aim for the best
possible result. In that case, seeing the circumstances from that perspective, I’ll proceed ahead
with those directives.”
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So, her name is Anna, and both she and Albert have been made aware by the agency of who
they are based on their MI6 files. They meet for the first time with Dashevsky present in the
room. Anna tells Vasily/Albert, “My dear Vasily (Albert’s Russian undercover name, Vasily
Milanovich, who lives overseas in the UK), what are you doing back here in Russia?” Vasily
says, “Anna, good to see you again. It’s been five years, I think?” “Exactly, five years, Vasily,”
Anna goes on, saying, “I want you to meet Malenkov Dashevsky, my boyfriend. My dear, this is
Vasily Milanovich, an old friend from back home in Murmansk. But he has lived abroad for
many years, so his accent is slightly off. I believe it’s in the UK, isn’t it, Vasily?” Albert answers
her, “Precisely, Anna, and I still live there.” “Really,” Dashevsky inquires, “And you don’t live in
Russia anymore?” “No,” Vasily replies, “I’ve lived most of my life abroad. Thanks to my parents,
who were highly educated professors, teaching overseas. And I’m now their spoiled son.” “It seems
beneficial, Vasily,” says Dashevsky, “After all, you’ve gotten to know Anna.” “Ah, yes,” said Vasily, “We
met in Monaco while we were both vacationing.” “Dashevsky interjects, “So, I take it that you both met
there only once, in Monaco all these years, and that you live in the UK, England, mayhaps, or some
other part of the country?” Vasily responded, “No, I live in jolly old England.”
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“That explains the fluidity of your English, Mr. Milanovich,” Malenkov said. Anna interrupts, saying,
“I’m famished; let’s have lunch. Would you like to join us, Vasily?” He answered her, “If you don’t mind,
that is?” Malenkov says, “Please join us, I insist.” Anna tells them, “There’s a quaint café in a quiet
neighborhood. I’ll give you the address, Vasily, so that you can meet us there.” They arrive at Café
Pushkin ordered three salmon benedicts, honey cakes, and cappuccinos. Anna claimed the table
with a lengthy conversation, regaling Vasily on how she met Malenkov at an art gallery in Moscow,
admiring paintings by the famed artist, Kandinsky. Then, after spending many Russian roubles, they
depart separately. At their home, Anna asks Malenkov, “What do you think about Vasily?” “An
interesting fellow. Quite impressionable. In time, we can become friends,” Dashevsky stated. “I’m
glad to hear that, my darling. I’m sure that Vasily will be glad to hear that, too, as soon as I tell him,”
Anna responded. Dashevsky remarked, “Darling, don’t say anything to Vasily. Men often prefer
not to discuss their emotions openly, considering it rather unnatural.” Anna responded, “I am not
a man, and I find it unfortunate that men often hold such views.” Malenkov replied, “I realize
your perspective: Yet, consciously we’re in a relationship, I’d appreciate some mutual respect,
my dear Malenkaya—a Russian term of endearment meaning ‘Little Printessa or Princess’.
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“I will respect your wishes, my dear. He shall never hear your words about how you feel
about him,” Anna assured Malenkov. Being that the score has been settled, the two drift off to
sleep. The following day, Dashevsky proceeds northward to Leningrad while Anna discreetly
convenes with Albert/Vasily at Waverly’s residence. She tells them that he’s on the move and
most likely will decide on the total amount of drugs and how many trucks it will take to their
dealers, and the names of the ships that will hide the weaponry. Malenkov will put the
information on his laptop, where Anna will transfer the files from the hard drive to an external
drive and then pass them on to Albert for deciphering. All went according to plan, and after the
deciphering, Albert laid out eighteen hotspots where the truckers and dealers make their connections
around Moscow’s city limits. Plus, the names of the ships and the type of arsenals they’ll be hiding it in.
Dashevsky comes home late after being alerted by two of his dealers. They disclosed to him that they
had attained intel from the internet that there is a mole inside Russia’s drug smuggling ring targeting
Moscow. He notifies all eighteen truck deliverers and their respective drug dealers to disperse to their
secondary locations and to be inconspicuous until the all-clear signal is given. The dealers were clueless
about the weapons shipment, but Dashevsky's suspicions had him use other ships for the weapons.
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Unbeknownst to Dashevsky and his men, Albert had downloaded Malenkov’s illegal activities from Anna’s external drive, which she got from Malenkov’s laptop, and gave the information to the underground in Ukraine to notify their operatives in Russia to help monitor all the illegal drug and weapon movements coming in and out of Leningrad seaports. Their Russian counterpart was able to identify all the alternate vessels with the arsenals that Dashevsky had switched to after he suspected that a mole that had infiltrated his drug ring may have chosen to go after his weapon smuggling ring shipments out of the country, as well as the eighteen truckers and their respective dealers’ secondary sites that Malenkov had prearranged for such a scenario to have taken place. They were all rounded up by Russian authorities after Albert contacted them, and they were all arrested. Also, confiscating their illegal shipments of drugs and weapons. Malenkov, with glassy eyes, looks upon Anna lying asleep on the bed. He reflects on the time that he spent together with her. A coldness came over him when he realized that all the events that led up to this night were around the time Vasily came into the frame. Then he deduced that they had a connection before their initial meeting in Monaco, most likely here in Moscow, while he was away in Leningrad, which he now believes was all a ruse that they both conspired like a couple of fish attempting to slip through the net. As Dashevsky started to add things up, with this and that, and how that became this, he feels that they led him around like a puppy dog, and it’s time to pay the piper. It's time to untie the knots and loose ends.
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He takes her mobile phone into the hallway and closes the bedroom door. After considering his next steps, his own phone begins to ring persistently. He is contacted by various dealers, who inform him that the original locations have been compromised by local authorities, which reflects poorly on the intelligence source, Vasily/Albert. MI6 has notified Albert that Dashevsky has caught wind of the operation and has taken action to safeguard his interests. The agency advised that all agents operating in the area are at significant risk of apprehension and may face lethal consequences for espionage activities. Accordingly, MI6 urgently instructed all agents in and around Moscow to remove any evidence indicative of a spy network from their sites and evacuate to their designated safe houses without delay. Waverly and his household have ceased operations, and neighboring citizens are clueless as to why he is moving, but still, they gave him a cold shoulder and went on with their business. The whole community knows that he is moving out and has made no conclusion whether they welcome it or not. The underground received threats from the sympathizers, the least violent group in the region. Albert notifies MI6 that Anna’s life is hanging in the balance and that Malenkov is threatening her life since she has not returned his two calls, of which he is sure. His timed calls to her were guised not to alert Malenkov, who may be monitoring her mobile phone.
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“Come what may, the Sun rules the Day,
Come what might, the Moon rules the Night,
Ere the Dawn, the Sun was Gone,
Ere the Dusk, the Moon was Brusque,
North and South, East and West,
Up and Down, Right and Left,
Square is as Fair as Breath in the Air,
Round is as Sound as Dirt in the Ground,
Four Corners Foundation,
No Corners Rotation,”
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He warns them that he must save her, but he doesn’t tell them how he plans to do it. He knows that sending more agents to the region will be more sheep to the slaughter. Albert/Vasily was able to break through Dashevsky’s supposedly impenetrable fortress, which was once an abandoned Russian military prison. He identified the probable location where she might be, which is the master bedroom. It’s on the top floor, within the central part of the building. MI6 helped him gain access to Waverly’s hidden vault, which contained an armory of ammunition, weaponry, and explosive devices. Albert was well-suited with body armor, scanners, listening devices, night goggles, a high-powered rifle, a silencer, and a Bowie knife. He was ready for anything, knowing he had the upper hand and that they were clueless about how he would come knocking on their door. His stealth approach revealed six large black passenger vans with converted sunroofs used as rooftop firing guns. Several men were posted in and around the vehicles. And every rooftop gun was manned. Movement can be seen through the large picture front windows and on the rooftop as well. He knows what he’s facing, so he heads to the left side of the building, knowing that lone sharks are pacing each floor’s sides. That makes twenty patrolling the floors, four on each of the five floors. Taking them out, from left to front to right to back, and on to the next floor, leaving the fifth floor for last. A man taking a cigarette break with the side door open becomes an easy target. Albert hides in a bush just under ten feet away, grabs the Bowie knife and not his silencer, fearing that its smoke emission may alert the guards on the upper floors, so he aims at the suspect’s upper chest below his neck, flings, and finds his voiceless target collapsing to the ground. He observes the upper floors to be clear, rushes to the victim, wipes his knife cleanly on the victim’s clothes, and stashes his body between a row of hedges and the building’s first-floor exterior walls.
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He goes to the front and sees that the floor is clear, then sneaks behind the tall drapes to examine the vehicles out front. He sees that there is nothing new, he then looks for the next guard and found him in a large parlor, sitting down with his back facing him as he was fixing his shoes. He silently maneuvers himself close to the clueless guard, he takes his knife and quickly grabs his mouth shut, tilting the guard’s head backwards and slicing his neck open as the victim crumbles onto the floor. A large wall cabinet is sufficient for storing the guard inside, like some stowaway. Now, he heads for the right hallway where a strapping, tall guard approaches him. He waits at a corner with his back pressed against the wall as the suspect’s shadow grows taller on the carpeted floor. He sheathes his knife and patiently times himself precisely before taking appropriate action. Instinctively, he lunged forward, grabbing onto his arm, making a back flip, forcing the unwary opponent to fall backwards hard onto the floor.
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The disoriented guard struggles as Albert puts a stranglehold on him, swiftly snapping his neck.
He drags the lifeless guard to a storage room halfway down the hallway and hides his third victim.
He hears somebody, probably his fourth and final first-floor patroller. His calling out a name could
be his last victim, who won’t be able to answer him. He clings to the side of a corner wall, and he
could see the unwary suspect’s shadow for what looks like a radio. Fearing that reaching him may
alert others, he unsheathed the Bowie knife and abruptly jumped out, surprising the burly suspect,
who was grabbing his radio to warn others, until his blade slits open his throat. He drops the radio,
choking on his own blood, gurgling, and collapsing to the floor. He drags the heavy decedent to the
same storage room where the third victim lay.
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He reaches the second floor, where he sees, down the back hallway, the second-floor
guards congregating in the middle of the hallway. Again, he sheathes his knife and pulls
out a silencer, where he determines a quick kill for all the second-floor patrollers—four
shots and four drops to the floor, which none of them saw coming. A second-floor storage
room accommodates their bodies. He finds himself on the third floor, left side hallway—one
guard, one shot, and into the storage closet. Shortly after, a front guard goes down after one
shot, and Albert placed that victim into another storage room. He looks out front to see if the
situation changes, but nothing changes; it’s all the same. He decides that using the silencer
will not only quicken the pace but also ensure that his stealthy approach will not alarm others,
leaving them totally unaware of his presence. The rest of the third floor, as well as on the fourth
floor, patrollers are down. Now he’s faced with dealing with Dashevsky, whom he suspects will
use Anna as his shield-protector while trying to kill him.
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Albert doesn’t dismiss that possibility, so he plans to eliminate the four remaining patrol guards on the fifth floor, leaving Malenkov all alone, but not necessarily defenseless. While he put down the back patrol first with the left-side patrol second, leaving their bodies where they fell, he stopped short, out of sight of the front patrol, who was talking with Dashevsky, who was out in the front hallway. He went all the way around to the right side and took that guard out, leaving her body there. He waited until Dashevsky went back into the main bedroom, then he took out the last one of the twenty patrollers. He purposely left his body in the front hallway for Malenkov to see it. He knocked on the door, but was shocked when he saw Anna, standing there, smiling when she saw Albert/Vasily, until she saw the patrolman’s body lying on the floor, dead. The unexpected sight of it made her let out a scream that alarmed Dashevsky to come storming out, unarmed.
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When Albert/Vasily saw that, he quickly tackled the middle-aged Dashevsky to the floor. Albert was
surprised at how physically limber Malenkov handled himself as they both struggled to gain the upper
hand. His remarkable defensive posturing was evidence that he was not only a drug distributor but a
drug user as well. That caused his psyche to believe that he was immortal and unstoppable. Knowing
what he is faced with and knowing that he needs him to be alive, he reaches down past his shoulder
holster, where his silencer is lodged, and begins fidgeting for his taser gun holstered to his belt next to
his sheathed Bowie knife. When Albert got hold of the taser gun, he aimed it at Malenkov and fired it at
his chest, causing Malenkov to yell out while dropping and twitching relentlessly on the bedroom floor.
Seizing the opportunity, Albert handcuffed him to the bed and began collecting the armaments in the room.
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He told Malenkov to radio the rest of the guards out front, to disarm. After he refused to comply
with Vasily’s orders, he took the radio from him, stood him up, and proceeded to unhandcuff him
from the bed, then handcuffed him with his hands behind his back. Then he placed one of his
arms around his neck and choked him until Dashevsky almost passed out, until he signaled that
he had had enough. After Malenkov radioed his men out front to lay down their arms, Albert
marched him out to the front windows for all the guards down below out front to see that Malenkov
was in his custody. They all laid down their arms and stepped away from the vehicles and
congregated in one area out front, waiting for them to come downstairs. He marched with
Dashevsky handcuffed all the way downstairs, along with Anna by his side. That enabled
everybody to physically see the deserted floors along the way, which was Albert’s intended
purpose, and made Dashevsky realize that he is truly defeated.
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Malenkov did notice that the floors were empty, and he figured that they were probably dead, as his fifth-floor front hallway patrol guard was also dead. When they reached downstairs, Albert, who had exchanged his taser gun with his silencer that was aimed directly at Dashevsky, marched all the gathered up disarmed vehicle guards downstairs and locked them in the cellar. He returns upstairs with Anna and Malenkov in tow, who speaks to him, “What’s your real name because your English fluidity does not make you out to be a Vasily.” Albert ignored him right off and did not acknowledge Malenkov for now. Albert/Vasily had already notified MI6 to contact Moscow’s KGB Security officials to arrest Malenkov Dashevsky and his bodyguards at his fortress compound residence situated on the outskirts of Moscow. He tells Dashevsky, “You don’t need to reveal the secondary location of all your dealers, as well as the locations of their drug smuggling truckers, because they have all been rounded up to face dire consequences from Moscow’s Security forces, and all the drugs have been seized and will be destroyed soon after. And as far as your weaponry smuggling ring, the entire arsenal has been confiscated, and certain ship captains and some of their crew members, as well as some seaport officials, have all been rounded up by Leningrad’s Security forces.” He concludes by elucidating his name, saying, “Oh, my name is Albert Cavanaugh.” Dashevsky smirks as the Russian government KGB security officials took Dashevsky’s bodyguards, including Malenkov, and took taken into custody and carted them off in handcuffs. Anna held Albert's face with her hands and kissed his lips.
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She then told him, “If I’m ever reassigned to another operation as an undercover anything, I hope to see you there.” Albert smiled and said to her, “I am quite pleased to have known you, for this has been an intriguing adventure. He pauses as he reflects a while, telling her, “Particularly, where we come out on the winning end in the way we. We shall meet again, whatever the circumstances may be in our future, we shall meet again. Farewell, my dearest Anna. Farewell.” A halcyon moment had befallen upon them, until they were picked up by separate helicopters as the chopper blades tore up that scenario, as she was dispatched to headquarters, undoubtedly for another mission. Hush hush being their forté, Albert knows that he will never know, unless, of course, they will be on the same mission, but alas, he is going in the opposite direction, so it’s, ‘Tally Ho!’ and off I go. As for Albert, he was met by a British embassy envoy, as his face was hidden while he held on to his cap as he waited until Albert disembarked from the chopper, holding on to his hat, and boarded the vehicle that shortly dropped them off at a waiting British embassy jet to come down the tarmac. The jet is going to fly them both to London. They waited for a few minutes as the baggage crew had loaded Albert’s luggages on board. The jet revved its engines while it taxied onto the runway before jetting up into the air at a cruising altitude.
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While they are being whisked away by a streamlined jet, the envoy informs Albert, saying, “When we arrive in London, ,there will be a car waiting to take us to Buckingham Palace. And you, Mr. Albert Cavanaugh, will be met by his royal majesty, where he will bestow upon you, our country’s highest and most distinguished medal award, impeccably, the Victorian Cross!” Albert, who was taken by complete surprise, was absolutely flabbergasted and totally beside himself, telling the envoy, “That is all a malarkey! No way! Balderdash!”
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The envoy tries to convince him, exclaiming, “It’s the God’s truth!” As Albert tried to find the words, he finally blurted out, saying, “I am overwhelmed and overjoyed at the same time, for this prestigious honor, and that I am truly blessed to be among the best group of historical lhonorees that have preceded me,” as Albert takes in his breath and holds for a few seconds that seemed forever, remembering all the events that had traversed his young life for these past years working in his government’s service, kept on going, stating, “Certainly, all those who will follow me, here and thereafter. Amen!” Albert shouted, “Egad! I’ve forgotten Anna’s mobile number was on my mobile phone when I was rough-housing with Dashevsky, after which I realized that it broke. Anna is great with extractions, and I am great at deciphering. What a peculiar predicament that I am now facing! Excuse me, young sir. Are you capable of repairing a broken mobile phone by pure serendipity?” The envoy opens his briefcase and pulls out a plastic kit and says to Albert,
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"As a matter of fact, I do!” As the envoy iligently attended to repairing Albert’s mobile phone, Albert contemplatively try his hand at a bit of soliloquy while staring out the jet’s window, looking over the cloudscapes below and a suggestive moon silhouette illuminating a penumbral universe beyond as inward reflections revealed: “I ventured the world, no ‘ad’ to proclaim and renounce it to fame, neither recognition nor acclamation. As serendipity forgives and awakened dreamers believe, by allowing fortune to guide and inspire those who dare to pride.”
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Albert’s faith carols and fate morals, “While the righteousness will pray and receive, a
wickedness will prey, and deceive; The virtuous are rewarded through voices to heaven
and receptiveness, while those who act immorally tend to exploit others through
deceptiveness. Integrity rewards through sincere intentions, while malice operates with
severe deceptions. An ephemeral like year as apricity feels near, sends limerence be
ineffable and halcyon being supernal. Just as fleeting as a year’s warmth in winter,
moments of quiet joy and unattainable affection remain profound, and serenity appears
almost transcendent, elevated, and extraordinary.” Albert versed, “In the beginning: I wake
before days, an infant of death, I live after nights, for a world to be saved. I rise before dawn,
emerging renewed from darkness as a shadow of mortality, and endure beyond nightfall,
dedicated to the salvation of our world.” The envoy interjects, breaking into Albert’s ephemeral
halcyon stretch, “Here you go, my proud recipient to be. Your mobile phone is up and running.
But not for long. It needs to be recharged. And, by the way, we are landing.” Albert grabbed his
phone and said, “Good. I have enough power for at least one phone call or two.” The envoy
interrupts, warning, “Seatbelts!” Albert straps in, yelling, “ANNA, PLEASE CALL ME ASAP! IT’S
IMPORTANT!”
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When they landed at Heathrow Airport in London, their car was there waiting on the tarmac with a police escort standing by. The sirens were blaring all the way to Buckingham Palace, and when they reached there, they were escorted to the palace’s throne room, where the king would present Albert with the Victoria Cross. As they were passing through The Centre Room, where several guests were standing and clapping their hands as Albert was passing by, a woman’s echoed o’er the clamor, shouting, “PRIVYET, VASILY!” Albert turned, saying, “ANNA!”
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“There are those who live a tangled life,
and spin a web so true, collect their victims
one by one and make their lives brand new.”
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