Chapter 21
“Open House”
During the first half of 1938, as reported earlier with Fan’s photos, Uruguay was having a very rough time in navigating El Presidente’s national-goal. However, the failure of the first prototype to float on the surface was not the only troubling event within the Cabinet; another concern took center-stage. Our story now turns to this other situation within the shadows of government circles.
The Big Three
The sun had set as Marco Terra-Firma and Manuel Peligro briskly walked together in silence to the Cementerio Central; which is, as the name states, a cemetery centrally located within the capitol city of Montevideo. Once through the old gate, our pair moved past many old tombstones and family-monuments devoted to lost loved ones. The duo finally came to a halt near a large, old family-vault of enormous size that easily concealed the two men from three directions.
Marco felt very queasy in his large trench-coat;
“What is this all about Manuel? What are we doing here?”
Peligro kept looking about and replied quietly;
“We are meeting an old friend of yours and now mine.” Before the President had time to ask a suspicious question, the secretive inventor Gilberto Tapanes walked around a corner and joined the two whisperers.
Marco was obviously shocked and words did not come to his mouth. Peligro did not delay an explanation;
“My President, remember, I work only for you and in my job of keeping you safe, I discovered that you two are working together.”
Terra-Firma attempted to stay calm, as if he had anticipated this moment, but the surroundings of the meeting did not favor the needed composure from him;
“Why in the hell did you choose this grim place to share your discovery?”
Manuel may sometimes make mistakes but telling the truth was not a shortcoming;
“Because I could not think of anywhere more safe for we three to meet. The Palace is overrun by a swarm of agents and worse, by at least one that cannot be seen.”
Marco now knew that Peligro knew;
“You know about that I see.”
Tapanes did not desire that Peligro tell the whole story;
“Mr. President, once I knew that you were aware, though I do not know how - that you knew of, of, the accident, I went to Manuel again and enlisted his help this time. I was not avoiding you; I hoped that together we could handle this matter and save you from worrying about one more problem.”
Terra-Firma did not possess a trusting-nature, so it was behind a cautious tone that he summarized;
“So you two were working at saving me the worry of unseen-eyes prying into my affairs? Is that it?”
Peligro admitted;
“Not quite.”
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What else?” asked a cautious Marco, nervously looking at the corner of the vault where Gilberto had materialized.
Tapanes responded in a worried whisper;
“I think we are dealing with two spies that drank my powder. I’m not certain about Diaz but he has not been seen by anyone for a very long time and after, I had an encounter with what I thought was the man but I am fairly sure, he was a woman.”
The President did not understand that nonsense;
“Wait, wait, wait! Have you gone mad?”
“
No sir.” And then the inventor gave all the details about the event in the storeroom.
While the President considered this new information, the other two became worried as they watched Marco’s face slowly turn white as a sheet.
“
The three of us can find these two much better than our working alone.”
Marco remained dazed, so Manuel asked;
“Are you okay sir? You look like a ghost.”
The President came to life behind an angry look;
“Well, you certainly chose the perfect spot for that result. And here we are, standing in the comfort of a cemetery, while we have real ghosts walking about in the middle of our government and you...what? Want me to look happy and rosy-cheeked?”
Peligro was a bit insulted by the obvious;
“No, Marco, I have more to share with you that I did not want to cover in the Cabinet-meeting. And it is not good news either.”
“
What is it?” asked a now calmer Terra-Firma.
Tapanes was more anxious than the President for the answer. Peligro took a breath before;
“We DO have a very serious spy-war underway in our country. In the same time-frame of the last report we have neutralized another 35 spies and from a total of 23 countries.”
Marco Terra-Firma was not shocked in the least now. In fact, now it would take a hot electrical-wire to do the job;
“Are there more persistent nations among that list?”
“
Before I get to that, you should know that our last man from 1936 was recently, er, located in Chile. Regarding troublesome nations, we have two. The first is France but we won that game this month by a score of 7-6; it seems we have an ongoing contest with the French.” Peligro appeared to hesitate now.
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Is there something else?” asked Marco, though he knew, more bad news would follow.
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Yes” replied Manuel.
“Our most serious battle has been with our next-door neighbor Argentina. We had some extra bodies and put them to work there. As it happened, 2 super counter-agents there, wrecked havoc on our efforts and we halted that work. That score was much worse; they lost 2 of their agents here and we lost 13 agents there.”
“
So, nation to nation, we have .500 record?” scowled Terra-Firma.
“What?” replied Manuel behind a blank look.
“
Forget it. Let us get back to our world-famous spy versus spy research-center.”
The wind gained in strength and a chillier air blew in off the coast, as the three men left the graveyard and crept towards whatever the future may hold for them and the nation.
[Next, we head to another Cabinet-meeting, where this information will not be shared]