Dateline: Berlin

Dateline: Berlin



Russian President Vladimir Putin was pleased to visit an FSB interrogation room.


For one of his top FSB agents the Russian Vampiress Svetlana Kireeva had finally captured the Ukrainian Intelligence Service's top agent the Ukrainian Vampiress Inna Huculak.



Mr. Putin noticed that the blonde Vampiress Miss Huculak was wearing a ripped and torn cream coloured Gucci evening dress.


He then happened to notice that the brunette Vampiress Miss Kireeva was wearing the same cream coloured Gucci evening dress.


He deduced that Miss Kireeva had no doubt ripped and torn Miss Huculak's dress for wearing the same outfit as she.


Svetlana was no doubt furious that she had been caught undead wearing the exact same dress as another woman.




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The agent for the Portuguese Intelligence Service caught the midnight flight from Lisbon to Berlin.


He was carrying a secret message of a highly delicate nature- so delicate that his superiors decided to send him to Berlin to rendezvous with another agent in person (like in the good old pre-digital days of the Cold War) rather than risk sending it over the Net or some other form of electronic communication where it might be picked up by some highly sophisticated electronic eavesdropping system.




The Portuguese agent was to meet the Israeli Mossad agent by the last remaining portion of the Berlin Wall which served as a memorial to those terrible days at the height of the Cold War when Berlin was a divided city.




The two agents would identify one another with the line, "Please sir, I want some more" to which the other would respond, "What the dickens do you mean?".


The Portuguese agent saw the man standing alongside the Berlin Wall reading a copy of Oliver Twist.


The Portuguese agent walked over and said, "Please sir, I want some more."


The other man responded, "What the dickens do you mean?".


Both men were gunned down by machine gun fire.


"Look Martha," an American tourist pointed out to his wife on the late night tour bus, "they're role playing a cross-over escape from east to west."



"Yeah, that looks like real blood too,"
his wife applied dark rouge lipstick to her lips.



The 'pro-Russian militia man' walked over to the body of the Portuguese agent and removed the message from inside the dead man's vest.



As he walked away, the all-night tour bus was playing on the radio a local Berlin radio talk show where Russian Foreign Minister Sergei Lavrov had phoned in to say that he categorically denied that there were any Russian soldiers operating in Berlin these days.


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To be continued.




-A vampire novel chapter
 written by Christopher
 Sunday May 4th
 2014.


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