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They got me ensnared late in this whole little operation; I wasn't allowed to know why this particular man was of importance to HAUC but I had to observe and provide assistance to him. In fact it was only two days after the man in the red tie approached me that I would be posing as a flight attendant. It all started when I attended a "Bread for Bullets" meeting organized by the American Communist Party. I really have no political views similar to these people but I thought if I attended they would be sympathetic to me and my mother. My mother was diagnosed with cancer a few months ago and it progressed faster than the doctors anticipated. Hav

A Red Herring By Quentin I was leaning against the armrest of my seat, looking out of the window into the endless night sky. I had only been on a plane a very few times and was always excited to have the opportunity to. So when I revived a letter from a Mr. Charles Pember to have me fly all the way to Vienna, I couldn't refuse. Flying was not the only reason that prompted me to except his offer, the very opportunity of me helping to restore priceless paintings that were damaged during World War II for the National Art Museum in Vienna would be a great achievement on my record. I could see it now, this little invitation of me coming to Vienn