The Dreadful Alchemist: A Thrilling Espionage Novel (Techno thriller, Mystery & Suspense Book 1)

by Charles Z David

  "Ollie, we should meet again after you prove yourself as a worthy member of our Street Brigade. I noted that you said you had no girl and I assume that you are not interested in boys after your shower experience, so I wonder if you would like to spend some quality time with Agda, who is Alva's twin sister. She really likes rough guys who don't use sweet talk".

  "Thanks Andreas for the offer. I am sure that we'll get along, if that is what she likes".

  "I'll send Agda to your apartment shortly".

  Ollie left Andreas and returned to his small apartment. Fifteen minutes later he heard a knock on the door and when he opened it he did a double take as he saw Alva standing there with a large smile on her face. A second glance told him that she looked different as Alva's blonde hair was now dyed red and then he realized that he was looking at her twin sister, Agda. Ollie knew that she was sent by Andreas to test him yet started to feel aroused, knowing that she could give him pain and pleasure. He realized that he had not been with a woman, not counting those he had raped, since he left Syria several months earlier. Without a word Agda took off her jacket and he saw that the gory tattoos that Alva had were substituted by even more garish ones showing a red-haired woman with long nails clawing at a nude man's private parts. When he looked down at her hands he saw that her own nails were almost as long as those in the tattoo and his natural reaction was shrinkage and instinctively he placed one hand protectively on himself. Agda noticed this and her knowing smile grew bigger and in a hoarse voice she asked Ollie if he had something to drink. Ollie, who as a devout Muslim did not consume alcohol in private although in public he was a beer drinker as part of his cover, said that he had just finished the last of the alcohol and offered to go out and buy some. Agda looked at the powerfully built man with the haggard face and came up very close to him so that she could feel his body. Without a word, she removed his shirt and felt his muscles, starting with his bare neck and shoulders and slowly working her way down over his hardened stomach. She then removed his belt, slapping herself gently with it, opened his jeans and then continued her slow survey to his hips and legs finally bending down so that her face was directly opposite his crotch that started again to respond to her touch. In a low throaty voice she said that beside alcohol there were other ways she could use to get excited and into the proper mood and that she actually preferred some rough physical action. Ollie felt that she represented everything he hated about the corrupt, decrepit Western society, so different from the pure way that Fatima had behaved, and rapidly slapped her face back and forth with his open hand. Agda's breath became rapid and she moaned "Not on my face" and tried to grab and remove his underpants. Ollie responded by pulling her up and giving her a bear hug that crushed the air out of her lungs and almost cut her breath and held her like this for what seemed like eternity. On the verge of passing out she managed to stick her nails into his upper arms forcing him to release her. Both of them were now totally aroused but for different reasons: Agda was excited by the rough physical treatment while for Ollie this very contact released the animal instincts that Ollie's Butchers had honed. Agda managed to sink her teeth into Ollie's calf and with a cry of pain he slapped her again which only made her bite harder until she could taste blood. Ollie threw her on her back on the rug, tore off the rest of her clothes and lay upon her pinning her hands and feet with his limbs. She started moaning loudly and writhing under the weight of Ollie's body, trying to make contact with his now fully erect manhood. Ollie could no longer resist the natural reflex of his body and started to grind his hips over her own. The only sounds in the room were of their heavy panting and the sweet suction sounds from their genital contact. Agda managed to free her right hand and scratch his back with her long sharp nails and his instinctive response was to thrash deeper and deeper with his hips which only further excited them both. Agda now freed her left hand as well and sunk her nails into his buttocks. Ollie was about to totally lose control and his strong hands encircled her throat and his grip tightened as he approached his climax. Suddenly she started to shake uncontrollably and her eyes rolled in their sockets and she stopped moving. Ollie, beyond himself with passion and rage, could not let go of her throat until he realized that she was no longer breathing. He immediately sobered knowing he would have to account to Andreas if Agda did not call Alva. He let go of his stranglehold and gently touched her throat, finding a very weak pulse. He started mouth-to-mouth resuscitation blowing air into her lungs and massaging her heart until she groaned weakly. Her eyes opened and she looked at him and slowly started to smile and said that she had never experienced such a strong orgasm. Ollie was embarrassed as he too had not had such a pleasurable physical response with any of the women with whom he had slept during his university days or with any of the women he had forcefully taken in Syria.

  Ollie and Agda looked at each other and then at the physical damage they had caused each other. Thankfully the scratches, bites and wounds were superficial and stopped bleeding after they took a hot shower together in his small bathroom. They then got in his bed and fell asleep only to be woken up by both their cellphones ringing simultaneously. Agda received a call from her sister while Andreas wanted to know how Ollie enjoyed his night and summoned him back to his apartment in the evening.

  Agda and Ollie gazed at each other and playfully started patting and slapping each other. Gradually the slapping grew harder and more painful until both were fully aroused again. Ollie lifted Agda and carried her to the shower where he made her face the wall with her hands raised above her head and penetrated her from behind thrusting himself into her body time and again. Her head was almost crushed sideways against the shower wall and she could hardly breathe but her body started shivering and responding to each of his thrusts by pushing back and making him penetrate her deeper and deeper. The orgasm that followed was so strong that both of them collapsed on the shower floor gasping for breath.

  That evening Ollie returned to the apartment building and with one of Andreas's bodyguards entered the penthouse. Andreas was sitting in the same recliner smoking a cigar and once again holding a cognac snifter in his other hand. Alva was nowhere to be seen but the smile of Andreas's face told Ollie that he had already received a detailed account of the affair with Agda and of their sexual escapades. Andreas told Ollie that he was relieved to hear that things had gone so well as he was concerned that Ollie had not had any female companions since he reached Stockholm. He also told Ollie that he had tried to check the story that Ollie had told him about the reasons for his hatred of Muslims and foreigners but although he could not find any direct corroboration he tended to believe the story because the emotions were so convincingly described. Finally he said that he wanted to know what plans and ideas Ollie had on his mind.

  Ollie described his plan in detail. The idea of getting hold of fissionable material, making an improvised nuclear device and using it to blackmail the Swedish government to expel all foreigners, Jews and Muslims, or, at the bare minimum, force those that had acquired citizenship or legal residence into labor camps where they would serve as cheap laborers for the benefit of the true Swedes. Andreas considered this for a moment and then said that he liked the idea but did know how to obtain the fissionable material. This was the opening Ollie had been waiting for, so he explained how all true Nationalist movements in Europe should join forces to obtain the ultimate weapon to convince their respective governments to cleanse their countries from "undesirable elements". This was the term that all the movements could adopt because in addition to Muslims and Jews who were hated by all European Nationalist movements, Polish workers were regarded as foreign invaders in the United Kingdom, Rumanians were unwanted in Poland, Albanians were disliked in Rumania, and so on. In addition, there were several separatist movements all over Europe, Basques in Spain and France, Catalans in Spain, Northerners in Italy, Scotts in the Britain, Flemish in Belgium, and many others less vociferous minorities. All these could be enlisted to promote the true cause of the Swedish movemen
t.

  Ollie then said that he had very specific plans how to implement his idea but he needed help from Andreas. The first step would be to convene a meeting of the leaders of the Nationalist and Separatist movements under the auspices of the Swedish movement. The messages were not delivered to the official leaders, those who appeared in the media and were seemingly respectable public representatives of legitimate political parties, but to the real power wielders – the industrialists that secretly funded the movements and particularly to the leaders of the brutal arms of hooligans like the Swedish "Street Brigade".

  In order to minimize the risk of exposure of the plan, couriers were to be sent from Sweden to these leaders to deliver the message in person since they were all aware of the capability of the security services to eavesdrop on all electronic communications with the help of the US-NSA and the Echelon network. These couriers were only to be trusted with a short message requesting the presence of each leader in a meeting of "vital importance to the purity of Europe". Those that responded favorably were then to be given details of the meeting venue and time – in an elk farm at Bjurholm, a small village near Umea, Sweden on March 15th. The attendants were to appear as cross-country skiers meeting for a joint trip into the lovely forests of the area to observe the majestic elks in the wild.

  Chapter 3

  March 15th, near Umea, A month earlier

  The leaders of nationalist and separatist movements from several European countries arrived around noon after flying into the small Umea airport via Stockholm. With their cross country ski equipment they blended in with other tourists. Some of them travelled alone, others brought their spouse but, as instructed by the courier, none of them brought their bodyguards. Most of them were not recognized by the public and did not know each other as the real leaders preferred to keep a low profile in order to avoid unwanted attention from the local press and police forces. A few of the well-known men, not to say infamous ones, who had other priorities, sent their second in command. A minibus with the prearranged sign saying "Elk tours" waited at the exit from the airport building. At 14:00, after checking the list of participants, the minibus left on the 65 km trip to the Bjurholm where rooms were booked in a small bed-and-breakfast place run by one of Andreas' supporters. The participants were welcomed by the proprietor and Andreas who offered them schnapps and some elk meat sandwiches and told them that the meeting would convene at 19:00 over dinner. All vocal or visual recording devices were banned from the meeting and the participants were asked to leave their cellphones in their rooms.

  The dinner was held in the small dining room and two tables were arranged next to a wood burning fireplace. Andreas started by introducing himself and presenting Ollie as his chief strategist. Introduction of the participants was according to the preset rules of the low profile meeting therefore each of leaders introduced himself by his first name or nickname and country so that their true identity was known only to Andreas. Although there were conflicts between the declared objectives of some of the different movements the leaders came to hear the proposals and ideas that Andreas hinted at in his cryptic message and all differences of opinion were put aside for the duration of the meeting. After all of them had enjoyed their dinner, once again based on elk meat, and were sipping their digestive drink consisting of Andreas's favorite cognac, Ollie stood up and presented his plan for constructing an unconventional weapon, preferably an improvised nuclear device, that would be used to blackmail the government into accepting the demands of each movement. The leaders applauded the brilliant idea but then some questions were raised. The leader of the paramilitary extension of the British National Socialist Party (BNSP), a ruffian with a thick neck and low forehead, asked if fission materials could cause brain function impairment. The leader of the Flemish separatist movement, an intelligent looking thin man with round eye glasses, answered him that he personally should have no fear of that. This caused a short burst of laughter that was wasted on the Briton who raised the question. The Hungarian representative asked if Gypsies would be affected by nuclear radiation because he had heard that low life forms, like cockroaches, were not affected by it. This comment brought smiles to the faces of those few representatives who understood the cynicism of the comment.

  Some more serious questions were raised including the means required to acquire the fissile material and Andreas asked if anyone had an idea about obtaining the materials needed to implement the plan. Andreas estimated that a considerable sum of money would be needed to acquire fissile material on the "black market" if there were any sellers and even more for manufacturing a crude improvised nuclear device. He proposed that they should all establish a fund for that purpose and that each organization should contribute to the joint venture. The leaders did not want to make any financial commitments on the spot but they all consented to go home and consult with their financiers and wealthy backers. Andreas now realized that disclosing the plan to so many people with conflicting interests could lead to a disaster and wondered if the whole idea should be aborted when help came from an unexpected quarter.

  The Catalan representative, known to his colleagues by the name of Delgado (thin man) despite his impressive girth, stood up and declared that he may have the answer to their problem. Everybody paid attention as Spain was not one of the countries that possessed the knowledge, far less the actual means, for producing fissile materials. Delgado said that one of the dedicated members of his support group was a professor at Barcelona University and in one of their clandestine meetings he claimed that he had developed a novel technique for producing a fissile material. The professor tried to explain the scientific principles underlying his invention but Delgado, who had finished his schooling at the age of 14 when he was sent to help his father in the field, did not understand anything beyond the fact that this material could be used to make an atomic bomb. This revelation changed the dynamics of the meeting and the leaders that had already stood up and prepared to leave the room returned to their seats. Andreas and Ollie suggested that they all meet again after some background checks were carried out about the technical details of the invention. The specifics of that meeting would be delivered once again by courier to the representatives who were willing to contribute financial aid and technical support in return for gaining access to the nuclear device and permission to use it against their governments in order to further their specific cause.

  Ollie was relieved that the idea of approaching the Catalan professor did not come from him, as that may have given the whole plan away. So, pretending to be surprised by Delgado's suggestion, he asked him to stay after the meeting adjourned and obtained the name and address of Prof. Modena. With the help of Delgado a meeting was set up for the middle of April. Delgado said that he would arrange the meeting and that his representative would be in the Travel Bar on April 18th. When Ollie asked who would meet him Delgado said that he would be met by Ramona, a graduate student of the professor. Ollie asked how they would recognize each other to verify their identity and Delgado said that she would say "all other seats were taken" when he will invite her to join him by saying "please be seated and I'll buy you a cool drink".

  May 5, Corfu

  Once again the leaders of the separatist and nationalist movements convened after receiving a message from Andreas. This time they met in Corfu Town, a bastion of the Greek Golden Dawn movement that provided the security for the meeting. They all posed as early season vacationers that wanted to take advantage of the low prices and yet enjoy the sunshine, beaches and good food. They took over a small hotel located just above a popular restaurant and close to the town center and the pedestrian streets. Andreas and Ollie were glad to get away from gloomy Stockholm especially as they felt that they had achieved a breakthrough for obtaining fissile material and were anxious to share the good news with their like-minded colleagues and to start carrying out practical steps towards their goal.

  The delegates checked in and were offered a refreshing cocktail of Ouzo and mint flavored
red grapefruit juice. They all gathered in the small breakfast room on the second floor and waited for Ollie's presentation. Ollie, who thus far had managed to hide the fact that he had a bachelor's degree in mechanical engineering and a better understanding of the physical principles on which Professor Modena's idea was based, presented the idea in very simple terms so that everyone, except the British delegate of course, could understand. The participants discussed the matter and tried to decide on a safe place in which to establish the laboratory. Delgado, the Catalan separatist, proposed that they use a remote semi-deserted village in the Pyrenees Mountains. Other delegates each suggested some uninhabited area in their own country, hoping to control the production of the fissile material and thus have priority access to it. The debate had gone on for half an hour with each delegate feeling that he had to make his own claims until Ollie, who had anticipated this, stood up and waved his hand. Everyone fell quiet waiting for his words. He proceeded by asking them a rhetorical question: "Where is the best place to hide a book?" Books were not the forte of most of the delegates so he had to give the obvious answer: "In a library or a bookstore, of course". Not seeing looks of comprehension he asked them "Where would you hide a stolen car?" This time, smiles lit up their faces, and in unison they said "In a crowded parking lot". So Ollie said "We'll hide the production laboratory in an industrial high-tech park where people come and go at all hours and trucks carrying scientific equipment are a common sight". Once again every participant offered their local facilities but Ollie and Andreas overruled these suggestions and said that northern Italy would be ideal due to the fact that it was centrally located in Europe, had advanced high-tech companies and the local authorities could be easily steered away from the site. The delegates accepted this decision and the Italian delegate promised to make the necessary arrangements as quickly as possible. Before he could name the locality of the site Ollie told him that from now on they would all operate on a-need-to-know basis and the exact location was not to be mentioned.