R. Edinger - Night Kill

They followed her to a table by the window, which gave them a grand view of the city of Berlin. Andrew and Nick seated Kara and Talia first and then took their own.

“Ich mochte die Weinkarte sehnen?” Andrew asked if he could see the wine list. She handed it to him. Andrew looked it over and soon selected his choice.

“Zwei Flaschen Hausweins bitte, abgekuhlt.” He ordered two bottles of the house wine chilled. “Danke,” he said. She smiled and left to fill the order.

“Where did you learn to speak German?” Talia asked amazed at how fluent he was.

“I studied with a friend of mine,” Andrew answered.

“So what are we going to eat?” Kara glanced over the menu. Luckily the lists were in both English and German.

“They serve French and German food,” Andrew answered. “What would you like?”

“I’ve never tried authentic German food,” Kara spoke up.

“Me too,” Nick agreed.

“How about we all try it,” Andrew suggested.

“Okay,” they all agreed.

The waitress returned with their wine and glasses. She opened the first bottle and poured a small amount in a glass and handed it to Andrew. He took the glass and sipped from the contents of the glass. Andrew held the wine in his mouth. It was a Bloom Riesling with aromas of peach and honeysuckle giving way to a pleasing palate full of sweetness and acidity.

“Sehr gut.” Andrew said it was good.

“English please.” Talia pleaded with a pouty look.

“Alright,” Andrew smirked. He looked up at the waitress, “Englisch bitte.”

“What would you like to start with?” she asked.

“May I order for us?” Andrew offered.

“Sure,” the others answered looking a bit overwhelmed with all the choices.

“One minute please,” Andrew said. He studied the menu and ordered an appetizer of Koeniginpastetchen (flaky pastry shell filled with veal ragout in Riesling sauce with mushrooms). As well, he ordered a Gurken Salat (cold cumber salad). And for the main course it was Jagerschnitzel (tender milk-fed Veal Cutlet, floured and sauteed in butter, topped with a Mushroom-Creme Sauce, served with Potato Pancakes and Red Cabbage).

“Very good,” their waitress smiled. She took their menus and went to fill their order.

Andrew poured the wine and passed a glass to each of them. He raised his glass and proposed a toast, “To friendship.” Each repeated his toast and drank from their glass.

“So will everything be ready when we get to Zwickau?” Nick asked.

“Everything we need will be there,” Andrew replied.

“Let’s change the subject,” Talia suggested. She just wanted to concentrate on the evening and not what they were going to face in the not too distant future.

The waitress returned with their salads and appetizers. Everyone was famished and quickly dug in when she left.

“This is delicious,” Talia said, taking a bite of her Koeniginpastetchen.

“Mmmm,” Kara murmured while sampling the Gurken Salat.

“So what are plans after dinner?” Nick inquired.

“Back to the hotel,” Andrew replied.

“Can’t we go dancing?” Kara and Talia flashed seductively looking eyes. Andrew moaned. He gave in, “Fine, we’ll go dancing, but after that it’s off to bed.”

“Yeah,” Talia and Kara happily clapped their hands.

The main entree arrived at the table just as they all finished their first course. The tender milk-fed Veal Cutlet, floured and sauteed in butter, topped with a Mushroom-Creme Sauce, served with Potato Pancakes and Red Cabbage, looked absolutely mouth-watering.

With more than 240 different sorts of whisky, the Vox Bar had one of the largest selections of whisky in Germany. The dark parquet flooring and the elegant lounge seating of Vox Bar created a warm atmosphere and one in which Andrew and the others were sure to enjoy. As they sat at the booth, Kara and Talia couldn’t help but notice the collage of oversize black-and-white photos of famous Jazz legends which provided an atmospheric background. When they first entered the Vox Bar, a floor sign noted that the top international jazz and blues performers, played live in the bar Monday to Saturday, from 10 p.m. onwards.

Andrew noticed the newly added smoker’s lounge. A glass wall with an intricately etched glass door and windows allows guests to not only see the bar at all times but also to enter it directly. Another entrance led into the lobby.

Kara grabbed Talia by the hand and practically dragged her to the dance floor. The band, Maxxl2, had just started playing.

Andrew undid the buttons for his tux coat and sat down. A waiter stopped at their booth. Andrew placed the first round order for drinks. A short time later he returned and delivered a tray full of drinks. Andrew tipped him before grabbing his own glass of scotch. Nick grabbed his whiskey and coke.

“Do you ever get nervous?” Nick asked.

“Sometimes,” Andrew answered. “Why?”

“It just hit me that we’re taking on some serious s- with these Knights,” Nick slammed down the rest of his drink. “And well it scares the s- out of me.”

“We have a plan and everything is in place,” Andrew tried to reassure Nick. “They have no clue that we are coming. So we have the advantage here Nick.”

“So you’re that sure?” Nick asked again. “I wish I had your confidence.”

“Talia has the tough part” Andrew answered, as he finished off his first drink. “She has to convince them she is still a member of the order. That, is the scary part, because I think Talia isn’t sure who she is sometimes. Her psychological condition is very delicate and she could snap at any time. There is even a distinct possibility that Talia may betray us all.”

“What about Kara?” Nick grabbed his second glass.

“Kara?” Andrew paused. He thought back to time he spent with her. She was amazing, powerful and very beautiful. He was drawn to her, and had almost given into her intoxicating charms. Andrew finally replied, “She’s amazing. I hope things work out for the both of you. I think you both need each other.”

“She is amazing,” Nick had a wide grin on his face. “I’ve never met any like her before.” He turned towards the dance floor and watched her dancing with Talia. Kara moved with such seductiveness, free-spiritedness, it made him want her even more. Nick turned back to Andrew. He raised his glass, “Thanks man, for bringing us together.”

“Your welcome,” Andrew raised his own glass.

Talia left Kara on the dance floor and walked back to the table. She sat down next to Andrew. Kara was now dancing with a tall, blonde stranger, dressed in a white shirt and black trousers. Everyone just stared at the provocative way they were dancing. Nick slammed down his glass and tore off for the dance floor. The two men started screaming at each other. Andrew bolted from the booth and stepped in between. Very shortly, he had defused the situation. Nick grabbed Kara by the hand and led her out of the room.

Andrew rejoined Talia back at the booth.

“I think we should go back to the hotel,” Andrew announced.

“Could we go for a walk?” Talia suggested.

“Okay,” Andrew replied.

He stood up. Talia rose up and walked over to him. She stopped for a minute. Her eyes met Andrew’s. Talia reached out with her hand. Would Andrew take it? It seemed like an eternity, but then it happened; Andrew took her hand. They walked out of the bar.

Kara and Nick walked closely arm in arm. Kara had apologized to Nick for the way she acted earlier in the Vox bar. He forgave her and they decided to make it up with a romantic walk.

The night air was crisp; the moon bright and full lay still in the velvet sky. Kara and Nick had discovered a small, wooded park not far from the Grand Hyatt. They decided to take a stroll and soon found a secluded bench to sit on. When they sat down, Kara pressed up against Nick and leaned in, waiting for him to kiss her. Nick did not disappoint her and filled Kara’s desire. As their lips drew apart, Kara looked intently at Nick and him at her.