Rachel Blake Post 005 Copenhagen.
You know that feeling? It’s a thousand piece jigsaw puzzle. You know it, the piece you’re holding has to slide in right there, but no matter what you do it just won’t fit? Wish I felt half that good.
(Cut to a shot of Rachel in her hotel room)
Rachel here. I’d be lying if I said I didn’t feel frustrated. I mean, if this isn’t a vacation, why do I feel like a sightseer? And are we any closer to finding Alvar Hanso? Why does one of the world’s most powerful billionaires run and hide? Can a person like that even care what happens to the rest of us? And as for the man holding the reigns, do we at the very least even know part of Mittelwerk’s gameplan? Best I can tell, they’re taking a new ship on an old route, but why, to find what? And what is it about this ship’s design that makes it so special? At this point, I can’t help but feeling that they’re gonna get away with whatever they’re trying to do, and that can’t happen. Following these guys around may be risky, but that isn’t enough anymore. I don’t feel like I’m going to get anywhere without taking some real action. Anything less is giving up.
(Rachel gets in disguise witha wig and sunglasses)
He’s gotten out of the car, I’m gonna follow.
Okay, Mittelwerk’s gone in there, the Copenhagen Cartographical Society, guess we wait.
There he is, look he didn’t have that portfolio when he went in. If I get killed, its been nice knowing you.
(Rachel walks towards Mittelwerk reading a book, and then right into him)
Rachel Blake: Why don’t you watch where the hell you’re going, huh!?
Thomas Mittelwerk: I’m sorry.
Rachel Blake: You plowed right the hell into me, you damned well better be sorry!
Thomas Mittelwerk: Miss?
Rachel Blake: Oh, look at, get up, look at my acrylic, look at what you did to my nail!
Thomas Mittelwerk: What are you doing!?
Rachel Blake: Oh, I’m sorry, let me help you with that.
Thomas Mittelwerk: No, that will be quite enough!
Rachel Blake: Ow! Get off me!
Thomas Mittelwerk: Do I know...
Bodyguard: Sir, are you alright?
Thomas Mittelwerk: I’m fine.
Bodyguard: You can be on your way, miss.
(Cut to Rachel back in the hotel room)
There you have it, I survived a head-on collision with Thomas Werner Mittelwerk. He smells like pine trees by the way. Now, I was able to pull at not so blurry frame from the video. Looks like Mittelwerk’s cartographer prepared a map of an island, all the names had been blurred out, the numbers, the scale, but we do have a shape. Beyond that, not much else. So we have Danish shipping archives, a secret boat, and this map. Not at all what I expected but why would it be? Its on you guys now, you point I go. May the force be with you.